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Xiang Yiming tilted his head, his eyes squinted slightly, looking at the sunlight slanting down from the carved window, stretched out a hand to block his eyes, spread his fingers to let the light pass through his fingertips, and the warm light hit his hair, flashing dazzlingly.

"Let's go put paper kites in Yiming, this kind of warm wind is the most suitable. ”

Zhao Qingya's figure suddenly appeared at the door, her apricot yellow eyes looked directly at Xiang Yiming who was sitting by the window, waiting for his answer.

"Don't go!" Xiang Yiming stood up, didn't look at the woman at the door, turned around and picked up the big knife on the table: "Slow down, I want to practice the knife, I don't have time, you go by yourself!"

His words fell, and the woman at the door just looked at her, biting her lip gently, and pressing her hand tightly on the carved beam of the door.

Xiang Yiming saw that there was no movement after he finished speaking, his eyes flashed slightly, and he turned around and looked at the woman at the door.

As soon as the woman saw Xiang Ming's dark blue eyes, she suddenly lowered her head, and her hand slowly scraped the carving on the door to make a low "rustle" sound.

"Qingya, go by yourself!" After a long time, Xiang Ming slowly spoke: "I'm a little tired these days. ”

"Hmm. ”

A low voice squeezed out of the throat of the woman at the door, she weakly let go of the hand on the carving, hung down to her side, did not dare to look at Xiang Ming's eyes, just turned around and slowly left with small steps.

Xiang Yiming looked at the woman's back, he was slightly unbearable, in this Zhao Mansion, this woman was one of the very few people who cared about him, the hand holding the handle of the knife turned slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his dark blue eyes: "Hey, I'll accompany you." ”

When the woman who was walking heard this, her steps suddenly paused, as if she couldn't believe her ears, she turned around, raised her head, and asked with a glint in her apricot yellow eyes: "Really?

"Hmm"

Xiang Yiming nodded indifferently, put down the big knife in his hand gently, slowly walked to the woman's side, and lowered his head to look at the woman who was slightly shorter than him.

The woman faced Xiang Yiming's eyes, her face flushed, she lowered her head urgently, and her slender hand rubbed the skirt belt hanging from her waist.

Xiang Yiming wanted to laugh in his heart, he still remembered the first time he saw Qingya, when Qingya was hiding behind his father's back, only half of his head was sticking out, and his apricot eyes kept observing Xiang Yiming.

As soon as he moved, Qingya's head shrank, and when he saw that there was nothing to do, he observed it curiously.

"My name is Xiang Yiming, your name!"

Qingya heard Xiang Yiming's voice, she suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Zhao Wuke's sleeve, and ran towards the distance, not daring to turn her head back.

When he ran away, Zhao Wuke looked at Qingya who kept running away with a smile: "Her name is Qingya, your future sister!"

Over the years, the woman's body has continued to develop, and she has the appearance of a big girl, but this character has not changed much.

Xiang Yiming missed Qingya's body, restrained the smile in his heart, and walked in front, the woman raised her head, and her white skin was red, which was very good-looking.

Every year in March, she asks Xiang Yiming to go to the grass not far behind the house to put paper kites, but this year's spring comes later, and they don't talk much, and when the two are happy, they look at each other and laugh stupidly.

There are many children chasing each other in the grass, and the strings wrapped around the children's hands continue to decrease as the wind spreads, and the many kites are flying higher and higher.

Qingya finished putting the last line, only one thread was left in her hand, she dragged the thread, the red kite rose and fell with the direction of the wind in the blue sky, her eyes were shaking back and forth with the kite, tilting her head: "Yiming, you see our kite flies the highest." ”

"Hmm" Xiang Yiming replied absentmindedly, chewing the already bitter leaves in his mouth, lying on a big tree with his legs crossed, looking at the blue sky.

Qingya heard Xiang Yiming's reply, she turned her head, looked up at the young man who raised Erlang's legs, a trace of disappointment flashed in her heart, the thread in her hand was broken with a "bang", and the kite in the wind was blown higher by the wind.

The milky white hand was scarred by the line, Qingya took a breath, but did not make a sound, secretly hid her hand behind her back, looked at the kite that rose and fell in the sky, and kept flying away, and said, "The line is broken, you can help me pick up the kite back." ”

"Hmm"

With another absent-minded answer, the young man jumped off the tree, and the bitter leaves in his mouth were spit out by him, and indifferently missed the elegant body, and ran in the direction in which the kite flew.

"I don't know if the kite will fall. Qingya looked at Xiang Yiming, who was indifferently missed, and suddenly wanted to see him smile, and while muttering in her mouth, she walked to the tree and sat up, holding her knees with her hands and her cheeks on her knees to watch the figure of the young man running away.

She knew that she couldn't keep up with Xiang Yiming's speed, many years ago, she had seen the young man turn around and frown, and the deep blue eyes flashed with impatience, and since then, she has never asked to go with Xiang Yiming to pick up the kite with the broken string.

She was afraid that the young man would not like it, and saw the frowning brow again.

Xiang Yiming chased the falling kite closely, and finally landed on a street in front of a mansion, he breathed a sigh of relief, took small steps, and bent down to pick up the red kite.

"Don't move, it's mine!"

Suddenly, a crisp female voice fell into Xiang Yiming's ears, and there was a little undeniable taste in the voice, as if it was an order.

Xiang Yiming frowned, ignored it, picked up the kite that fell on the ground, carefully patted the dust on it, and when he raised his head, he saw a woman with puffed cheeks.

Her age is about the same as Qing Ya, the tassel-like palace skirt makes people feel very elegant, the waist-length green silk is pulled up high, fixed with a crested hairpin, her left eye is dark blue, and the right eye is chestnut color, giving people a strange and playful beauty.

Xiang Yiming was slightly stunned, and the hand holding the kite stiffened in mid-air, a little distracted.

"Down, it's mine, everything around this mansion belongs to Miss Ben. The woman's eyes flashed, and she raised her chin: "Including you!"

"Oh"

Xiang Yiming turned around and answered softly, just squeezing into the sea of people, ignoring the strange girl.

Looking at the man who squeezed into the sea of people, the woman didn't react a little, and when she reacted, she jumped up, pointed at Xiang Yiming, and puffed out her cheeks: "Did you hear that? That's mine! Are you looking for death?"

The angry voice passed through the flow of people and reached Xiang Yiming's ears, but he still walked unhurriedly.

Seeing that Xiang Yiming didn't react at all, the woman turned around, glared at the few people behind her, pointed to their faces, and said, "Look at it, you guys are going to chase it!

The few servants in the back, you look at me, I look at you, although their young lady doesn't know who Xiang Yiming is, but they know that the man is their general of the Yue Kingdom, Zhao Wuwu's nephew, how dare they rush forward.

"Waste, I'll go back and ask my dad to cut off your hands and feet, it's useless to keep it anyway!"

The woman kicked down the nearest servant with a kick, and said dissatisfiedly, and the people around her also suddenly knelt on the ground at this time, facing the ground and not daring to look at the woman's expression.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Seeing that all the servants were kneeling down, the woman's body trembled slightly, her heart was even more annoyed, she turned around and looked at Xiang Yiming's back: "What's your name, say it, and I'll tell my father to destroy your family." ”

"Item.."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Yiming swallowed the next two words, and a thick sadness flashed in his dark blue eyes.

He has no home now, he is a caged finch, but he has a name called Yiming.

Looking at Xiang Yiming, who had not finished speaking and sped up his steps, a thick smile spread out on the corner of the woman's mouth: "I thought you weren't afraid!"

She waved her hand, kicked down a servant who was kneeling on the ground, and cocked her mouth: "Go home, I won't go out, it's really unlucky, his surname is Xiang, look at his dress is also a rich family, go back and ask my father to inquire, dare to rob Miss Ben's things..."