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After Xiao Kun left, Nuan Yang took out the mirror in his arms and poked the mirror, and Hehuan's face appeared in front of her.

In the mirror, her face was much paler than in the morning, and she looked a little tired.

"Are you alright? I don't look good...

Nuan Yang gently stroked the face in the Hehuan mirror with his fingertips, and asked with some concern.

"I'm fine, it's just that this time of summer is too strong for a yin soul like me." Hehuan shook her head, signaling that she didn't have to worry.

Jiusi raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Hehuan meaningfully, and still didn't say anything.

"Ah, what should I do... Why don't I take you back to the house, it's cool in the house!" The Hehuan, which looks very weak, has less of the usual rejection of people thousands of miles away, which makes Nuan Yang feel more and more distressed.

"No, a cool place doesn't mean less yang, I don't know, are you stupid?" Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, Hehuan was amused by Nuan Yang's silly appearance.

"Because the master didn't tell me about such a thing, I'm not stupid!"

Looking at the happy face in the mirror, Nuan Yang defended, but the other party didn't listen to his explanation at all, laughed so much that tears came out.

Seeing Nuan Yang's extremely aggrieved appearance, Jiu Si finally shook his head and said lightly to Hehuan: "When you want to cry, you will only be more sad to cover it up with laughter." ”

When Hehuan heard this, the laughter really stopped, she opened her mouth slightly, and the tears that had just laughed were still hanging from the corners of her eyes, and on her expressionless face, the hideous scar seemed to be shouting something in her place.

It's just that she herself is like a discarded rag doll, obviously so sad but can't make a sound.

When Nuan Yang saw her like this, she was immediately at a loss: "Hey, Hehuan, my master has always been unpleasant, but he has no malicious intentions, don't put it in your heart!" ”

can only persuade her like this, although Nuan Yang didn't understand the meaning of what his master just said.

Hehuan took a deep breath, put away all the leaking feelings, raised her face to face the warm sun, and slowly revealed a bright smile, she heard her voice say slowly and calmly:

"Are you ready to hear that boring story about me?"

Jiangcheng, located in the southernmost part of Dongyang Kingdom, has a Sangqiao County famous for growing mulberry and silkworms, and in the small geographical scope of Sangqiao County, there is a small village called Sangxi Village, which covers an even smaller area.

Although Sangxi Village is a small place, it is a beautiful place like a paradise, with green mountains surrounding the village and green water flowing around the village. A small village with only a few dozen families, it is not prosperous but quiet and peaceful.

Like other small villages in Sangqiao County, Sangxi Village makes a living by growing mulberry and raising silkworms, so the fields outside the village are mostly planted with low mulberry trees. The village is overgrown with acacia trees that produce charming flowers, second only to the mulberry trees outside the village.

Hundreds of acacia trees grow vigorously, and most of them are hundreds of years old, and in summer they bloom a crown of pink flowers like pompoms, which are fragrant, so they are often used as hair accessories and sachets, which are very popular with women in the village.

The oldest acacia tree, located in the village chief's courtyard, occupies half of the courtyard with intertwined roots. It is said that even the oldest people in the village do not know how old the acacia tree is.

Perhaps it was the blessing of this old acacia, the village chief had a smooth sailing life, not only married the most beautiful woman in the whole Sangqiao County, but also gave birth to a daughter as charming and charming as a acacia, although the son looked like him was simpler, but since he was a child, he was as powerful as an ox and could do a lot of farm work.

The village chief's house next door is also an honest family, and the couple treat people sincerely and have a good relationship with the village chief's family. In order to make the village chief's acacia tree grow comfortably, the next door even volunteered to tear down half of their courtyard wall.

The village chief was extremely moved in his heart, and since then he has been moving more diligently, almost inseparable from each other.

As time passed, wrinkles slowly grew on the faces of the elders of the two families, but the children were unconsciously about to catch up with them.

Only the old acacia in the courtyard blooms in the morning at dusk, blooms in early summer, and withers at the end of summer.

The thirteen-year-old daughter of the village chief's family gradually grew up, her beauty spread all over the country, and the matchmaker who came to the door to say that there were not dozens but dozens, and the village chief's house was very lively during the day.

Although there are so many requests for marriage that it is annoying, the village chief has never agreed, not without a favorite, but he knows that his daughter's mind has already been put on the kid next door.

Since when?

Every night after eating, the two would run to the wall of their house and sit side by side, looking at the stars. Sometimes I see it very late, and it is not until my own adult calls someone in the house that the two of them are reluctant to say goodbye.

The village chief's daughter is not only beautiful, but also has a good voice, and as long as she sings in the mulberry field during the day, people will forget the hard work of jì and work in full swing. But every fine night, her singing voice is only sung to one person.

In early summer, the acacia tree is full of bright pink flowers, which is extremely beautiful, and it is the most suitable for decorating the face of a girl in the early spring.

In the bright moonlight, the boy next door plucked the most delicate flower and pinned it to the long black hair of the village chief's daughter, staring intently at her face, which was more delicate than a flower, and couldn't help but read out a sentence from the miscellaneous book he had read recently.

He said: In this life and this life, you will not marry.

The village chief's daughter looked up at the handsome young man in front of her, and after hearing him say this, her eyes widened in surprise, and at this moment, she heard the most beautiful love words that belonged to her life.

For the first time, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. She didn't answer anything, just gave him one of her hearts in this hug without reservation.

The village chief frowned when he saw the two people hugging in the courtyard through the window, and he turned his head to ask his wife next to him what he was thinking at the moment.

The wife laughed and said that the two were childhood sweethearts, and they always had to get married anyway, and it was nothing to hug now.

The village chief was silent, it was a good thing for the two families to be close to each other, and he didn't hate the kid next door, maybe he was too precious to his daughter, anyway, he felt that the kid next door was far from worthy of his daughter.

However, he could see that his daughter really liked that kid... As long as his daughter likes it, he, as a father, will support him.

This year, the boy next door was seventeen years old, and the village chief's daughter was fifteen.

It was also in this year that the two families finally got married, and agreed to let their two children marry in two years. The object that the boy next door gave to the village chief's daughter was a bronze mirror polished with all his private money.

The village chief's daughter regarded it as a treasure, and she thought that her mind was no worse than his, so she stayed up three nights in a row and made a pair of shoes that were most suitable for him in the world with the best silk.

The boy next door happily accepted it, and only wore this pair of shoes until it was worn out, although he was reluctant to wear it, he still couldn't wear it, and finally he threw it into the small wooden room where the sundries were kept.

For this reason, he also teased the village chief's daughter and said, "It's still my gift, and it can be kept for a long time."

The village chief's daughter was not convinced, if I hadn't cherished it, the mirror would have been more fragile.

He hurriedly coaxed her and admitted his mistake. He has read a lot of books, so he always has endless sweet words.

But she was still happy, after all, she was the only one in the world who could hear these sweet words.

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