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Fu Nianjun looked up and saw that it was a young woman with thin eyebrows hanging from her eyes and eyebrows talking to herself, her face was very white, and she spoke in a tone of voice, and her eyes looked a little harsh.

But a beauty is still a beauty.

Something familiar.

Fu Nianjun was wondering another question, why did he raise his head?

She felt a little sore in her neck.

She's not short, but she has to look up and talk to this woman like that.

She looked down at her hands and feet.

She was holding a bow ball in her hand at this time, and her two small hands were tightly holding the baby in her arms.

Small hands and little feet.

It's still a child.

Fu Nianjun was stunned for a moment and looked around.

The people who came and went were very lively and familiar, but no one seemed to notice them.

This is the Fu family.

It belongs to her Fu family.

The Fu family thirty years ago.

She quickly understood again.

"Hey, someone. Fu Nianjun saw the woman in front of him and waved her hand and called out to a little girl not far away.

The little girl hurriedly ran over, "Mrs. Chen, do you have any orders?"

"Go, take the eldest lady away, don't stay here, Aunt Su will come over to enjoy the flowers in a while, take the eldest brother, don't make them unhappy." ”

Aunt Su is the biological mother of Fu Ningshu's eldest son, the "lady" of this family.

After Mrs. Chen pointed and finished speaking, she twisted her body and walked away.

She walks and talks to her in a general tone, enchanting and charming, but it makes people very tired of watching more.

Fu Nianjun vaguely remembered that when she was a child, when she had just received the Fu family from Lu Wanrong's side, there was indeed such a Chen lady in the family, who was a Hun family in charge, but she could often walk in the inner courtyard of the Fu family.

She didn't know who this Chen Niangzi was at the time, but when she grew up a few years old, she understood why this Chen Niangzi was so arrogant in the Fu family, but because she fell into the eyes of her father Fu Ning for a while, and everyone regarded her as half a master.

Later, when Fu Nianjun was fourteen years old, this Chen Niangzi had already changed her appearance in front of her.

Oh, at that time, it seemed that she was starting to say goodbye to the palace, and Mrs. Chen, who was also old and yellow, was disgusted by Fu Ning and the aunts in the house.

Fu Nianjun smiled, it's been so long......

So long that she couldn't leave a trace in her memory.

The little girl next to her wanted to take Fu Nianjun's hand, but Fu Nianjun retreated.

Because as soon as she let go, the ball in her hand would fall, and she liked to hold it.

"Lady, let's go see the flowers......"

The little girl coaxed patiently.

"Take me to see the sandalwood tree. ”

Fu Nianjun's immature voice echoed in his ears.

She walked to the courtyard where the sandalwood trees were planted, which was vacant, and where she had heard that her father and mother's new house had been built.

But now there is no new house, and there is no trace of her mother Lu Wanrong's breath.

"There's a guy here......"

The little girl snorted, obviously very strange. How could the guests of the Fu family appear here?

Fu Nianjun saw a blurred figure under the tree, as if it was a man.

Curiously, she ran over with the ball in her arms.

The man was sitting in a very special chair, looking up at something.

Fu Nianjun approached him and asked crisply, "Who are you?

There are others like her.

The man looked back.

She felt a little familiar.

It's not young anymore......

Fu Nianjun saw the silver threads on his sideburns.

But despite this, he is still a very beautiful person.

His eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips are all handsome and extremely contoured, especially a pair of eyes, which she thinks are no more beautiful.

Even though wrinkles climbed up the corners of his mouth and eyes, giving his face a thick weathered color, he was still a very beautiful person.

"Yes, I planted one too, but it wasn't as beautiful as this one. ”

His eyes were dark.

Fu Nianjun was unscrupulous, did not answer his words, but blinked his eyes wide, and smiled at this stranger:

"You're so beautiful. ”

She thought she was much better looking than her father.

The man just looked at her deeply, just like he had just looked at the sandalwood tree.

He slowly hooked the corners of his lips and asked her:

"What's your name?"

Although Fu Nianjun remembered that her mother told her that girls can't reveal their girlfriend names casually, the person in front of her seemed to make her very kind.

"My name is Fu Nianjun. ”

Fu ...... Nianjun. ”

The man's voice trembled as he repeated the three words, and his hands that had been on his knees were clenched together.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Nianjun asked curiously, "Do you know me?"

"Nope. Your name is nice and nice......"

The man muttered.

"Really?" Fu Nianjun tilted his head and thought about it, "You think so too?"

"yes. He said, as if he wanted to reach out and touch her head.

Fu Nianjun was so frightened that he took half a step back, and he withdrew his hand.

She seemed to regret it a little, because the light in his eyes had dimmed suddenly.

"Of course it's good, this is the ...... I got for you"

He said this in a low voice.

"Huh?" Fu Nianjun couldn't help but lean closer to him again, and said with a smile: "Are you my father's good friend?

"Uncle......" he smiled, and only bowed his head and said, "Just take it." ”

He looked unhappy, and she wanted to straighten the nick between his eyebrows for him.

Of course, this is a child's naïve idea.

She knows that wrinkles are a reflection of the years and can never be erased.

Fu Nianjun gently stepped forward and pulled his sleeve, and said in a well-behaved voice: "Uncle, come and play with me." There was no one at home to play with. ”

Her big eyes blinked, with some excitement.

But the man shook his head hesitantly, and pointed to his legs, "I can't stand up." ”

Fu Nianjun looked at his legs with some pity.

"So you're ......"

Paralyzed.

She held back these words, although she was young, she knew that there were some things that could not be said nonsense.

He looked at himself and smiled, his eyes slickering.

He laughs so beautifully.

She couldn't help but think.

The green sandalwood tree cast a shadow from the tree and landed on the two people below.

One sit, one stand, one large and one small.

It's so quiet and delicate that people are reluctant to break it.

But there are always so many people who don't know each other, and suddenly a few people walked along the verandah with heavy footsteps, Fu Nianjun was startled, and turned around to find that there were several tall guards with weapons and cold faces.

They were imposing and walked directly in front of them unceremoniously.

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Because it's a dream, Nianjun can't control his consciousness very clearly, and Ni Meng understands.