As soon as it was dawn in the morning, someone shouted Zhao Jianling's name downstairs.

It seemed to be a group of people, and the voice was very loud, Xiao Yuan rubbed his eyes and sat up in a daze, and when he leaned on the window, he saw that it was a group of uncles and aunts.

She was wondering here, when she heard someone knocking on the door, and when she opened the door, Zhao Jianling was standing at the door angrily with her huge bayan accordion on her back, unkempt as if she had just crawled out of the bed, and had not yet freshened up.

"Happy!you scoundrel!I'm not done with you!" Sword Spirit roared, then turned to leave.

As he walked, he wailed: "Aunts and uncles, please let me go, can you let me sleep for two more minutes......

Xiao Yuan closed the door, looked back at Leyi, who was wrapped in the quilt and snickering, and immediately understood what was going on.

"Happy! You're a trickster again!"

With that, he grabbed her by the ears and pulled her out of the bed.

"Oops, hey, you slow down......" happily covered his ears, grinning painfully, but couldn't stop laughing, the expression was very weird.

"Confess honestly, confess leniently, and resist strictly!" Xiao Yuan deliberately straightened his face.

But it is estimated that even if she doesn't ask, she can't hold back the happy goods.

Sure enough, he was willing to have his eyes shining, and he proudly told the ins and outs of betraying the sword spirit.

……

On that day, I was happy to get up early, and I suddenly wanted to go to the morning exercise, and when I passed through the community garden, I saw a group of retired old workers singing.

The gray-haired old people were all in high spirits, ranging from almost eighty to retired, and there were twenty or thirty of them, who were singing some old songs from the fifties and sixties with great vigour.

I was happy to come and was interested, and I sat by the flower bed and listened with relish.

When she heard them sing "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow," she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and ran over to turn off their recordings.

"Willingly, what are you doing?"

The leading aunt couldn't help but wonder when she saw it.

"Aunt Liu, how boring you are with a tape recorder!"

Everyone looked at each other and didn't understand what kind of moth this girl was.

"Oh, you don't know, Zhao Jianling can play the accordion, and her accordion plays well!"

Everyone was stunned and interested.

Leng went on to blow: "This old Soviet song, with that accordion accompaniment, this is what it feels! Listen to the accompaniment tape, it's too far away! Her accordion is not an ordinary instrument, it's a professional kind of bayan accordion! These songs are a piece of cake for her!"

As a result, Zhao Jianling was arrested by the uncles and aunts.

From then on, before dawn, he told Zhou Gong about zaijian......

Xiang Xiaoyuan couldn't cry or laugh, but she was not disgusted by this kind of betrayal. Even if she is willing not to sell the sword spirit, she will sell her sooner or later.

"Let's go!" Xiao Yuan was interested, and immediately changed his clothes.

"Don't you, I'll go too?" she wailed willingly, and now she knew the pain she had inflicted......

The sun had just risen, with a dazzling orange-red warm glow, and the poplar bushes rustled. The chirping of birds and melodious singing from the small park in the early morning are like the sun breaking through the morning glow, making the surroundings more peaceful.

The old people stood in a double row, singing the songs of their youth, those classic old songs, with their life memories, with their youth, as if they had traveled through an era, and time was turned back again.

The girl with the long flaxen hair was intently accompanied.

Her young and beautiful face contrasted sharply with the gray hair of the old people.

A continuation of life, alternating again on this autumn morning.

Xiang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt that her eyes were hot, and tears ran down her cheeks, drawing a graceful arc.

"That's nice!" she said softly.

Then he sang along: "Katyusha stands on the steep shore, singing like a bright spring ......"

****

On Friday, Xiaoyuan happily walked into the villa, and Cheng Hao was angry when he saw her.

There's no more hateful creature in the world than her, but there's nothing you can do.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan!" Seeing her smiling, Cheng Hao couldn't help but yell.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yuan smiled and turned around.

Cheng Hao gritted his teeth, but he didn't know what to say at all.

"You, you're too late today!" I found such a reason after searching for a long time.

Xiaoyuan looked at his watch: "Is it late?

Seeing that he was angry, Xiang Xiaoyuan was in a good mood, turned around and walked upstairs humming a song.

Cheng Hao looked at her quilt back, and kicked the coffee table in anger.

He forgot that he didn't have shoes on at all, and he fell headlong on the couch.

Hearing a "bang", Xiang Xiaoyuan hurriedly ran downstairs.

Cheng Hao saw that she was back and wanted to pretend to be reserved, gritted his teeth hard, and turned his body to the side.

Xiao Yuan ignored his attitude and picked up his feet.

Cheng Hao still wanted to cover it with his hands and hide to the side, but Xiaoyuan had already firmly hugged it, and pulled off the socks and sock covers.

"Why are you so careless when you walk? like a child!"

Seeing that his toes were broken, Xiao Yuan was angry and anxious, and hurriedly brought the medicine box.

"Are the bones alright? Move around and see if you can move?"

Xiao Yuan was spraying the medicine while blowing through his mouth, and his big eyes flashed with anxiety.

Looking at her immature face, the care in her eyes slowly merged with the smiling face she snuggled into someone else's arms, and her concern all turned into a cold dagger and stabbed Cheng Hao's heart.

The pain of a foot injury is not worth mentioning at all.

The nameless fire in Cheng Hao's heart rushed upward, his hand was ruthless, and he pushed her away with a palm.

Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't take precautions, and her back slammed into the coffee table, causing her to gasp in pain.

Cheng Hao looked at her frowning and grinning, wanting to say something, but after all, he ignored her, got up and limped back to the bedroom.

"Neurotic!"

Looking at his back, Xiaoyuan was also on fire, scolded loudly, and then rushed back to the room angrily.

Cheng Hao went too far, and his temper became more and more eccentric. He is always angry like this for no reason, and he has simply become his punching bag.

When he is happy, he teases himself like a kitten or a puppy, and when he is upset, he kicks himself away.

This made Xiaoyuan feel very humiliated, what did he take her for?

The more Xiang Xiaoyuan thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. She buried her head in the quilt and secretly shed tears.

The next day, neither of them paid attention to the other, and they returned to the state of the Cold War.

Xiang Xiaoyuan went to buy vegetables by herself, and when she passed by the burned villa, she stopped gently.

Some machinery and workers were demolishing the building there, and the garden was slowly walking into the rubble.

Just two weeks ago, it was a small European-style building with a beautiful young lady living there.

But none of that exists anymore.

She looked down and saw a picture buried in the gravel, half burned by the fire.

She gently picked it up and blew off the dust on it.

Miss Guan in the photo is as beautiful as a painting, so young and innocent.

I'm really grateful to the people who invented the camera for being able to freeze everything in these beautiful haode.

Because there are some things, once lost, I am afraid that they will never be returned......