Qingao Bay in Huzhou is not a water park, but a street.

There is a small tributary in Qingao Bay, about half a mile wide, leading directly to Taihu Lake, meandering, dividing the whole street into a north-south direction.

There are about forty or fifty households living in Qingao Bay, and ninety percent of them are surnamed Lu.

The ancestors of the Lu family settled in Qingao Bay from hundreds of years ago, experienced wars, suffered famines, and enjoyed prosperity, and now the descendants are not famous, and Qingao Bay is not known and is not prosperous.

Lu Luo's family is the most ordinary household in Qingao Bay, neither the richest, nor the most down-and-out, nor the most luxuriant.

Ten years ago, Wen brought his young daughter back, and his second aunt helped him to set up a small courtyard.

The courtyard of the two entrances, about 30 acres, is small and exquisite, and the pavilions and pavilions are all brand new.

Ten years have passed, and the small building has been covered with new vermilion paint and old paint, layer upon layer. Due to Wen's heavy maintenance, it has to be painted once a year, and the small courtyard looks eighty percent new.

There are no gold bricks and jade tiles, no tortoiseshell sticking to the door, and the small courtyard of Lu Luo's house is quiet and quiet.

Entering the gate, there are four outer wings with white walls and tiles on both sides, and two jujube trees and two peach trees are planted on the left and right.

Bluestone paved the path, and on both sides of the path were planted with dwarf holly, which was verdant.

At the end of the path is the Hanging Flower Gate, and the courtyard wall is covered with creepers, the wind passes, and the green waves are swaying.

At the door of the weeping flowers, an old woman in a royal blue summer cloth gown was waiting with tears in her eyes.

It's Aunt Chen's grandmother, Lu Luo's grandmother.

"Grandma!" Lu Luo stepped forward quickly. Hold her hand tightly.

Aunt Chen's grandmother was a little stammering, and when she was excited or nervous, she couldn't speak.

She pulled Lu Luo's hand, tears rolling down.

Wen also stepped forward and called "Auntie", a good contract.

Everyone entered the inner courtyard, and Aunt Chen's grandmother was sad for a long time, not only the feeling of reunion after a long absence, but also the sadness of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person, and she kept wiping her tears.

really cried for Lu Qijun. Only his biological mother, Aunt Chen, and Grandma Chen.

"Don't be upset. Did you see Mu'er? Wen diverted Aunt Chen's attention and mentioned Lu Qijun's concubine, Aunt Chen's grandson Lu Mu.

Aunt Chen's grandmother stopped crying for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "I see." ”

Lu Luo was still wearing a hat. Aunt Chen wanted to see her. I wondered how she entered the inner courtyard and didn't pick it up. Just glanced at Lu Luo's head a few more times.

After hesitating, Lu Luo took it off.

"Ahh Aunt Chen's grandmother was frightened by Lu Luo's silver hair, and her expression changed greatly. A little short of breath for a while.

Wen Shi hurriedly supported her, gave her comfort, and said repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid"

Aunt Chen's heart settled after a moment.

Then, she wiped her tears again, very sad.

Lu Luo and Wen patiently persuaded her, and after persuading her for a long time, the third aunt Huo also came with the children.

The three aunts and the girls were led home by the maids when they got off the boat, and settled in the small garden in the west first.

is full of a room full of people, Aunt Chen's grandmother cheered up, and she liked it in her heart. If the son had not died, it would have been more complete.

"Go, go to Beifu to see the ceremony." Without saying a few words, Aunt Chen stammered and said to Wen.

Beifu is the old house of the Lu family.

Qingao Bay is divided into north and south by a small tributary, and there are three small bamboo bridges in the middle, which are interconnected with each other.

The courtyard of Lu Luo's house is on the south side of the tributary, and the old house is on the north side.

When I was in Huzhou Mansion, I couldn't call the opposite side "Old House", so I had to call it "North House".

Although Lu Qijun died, the ancestors also graced Lu Luo's mother and daughter to live alone, and even took Aunt Chen's grandmother out, but Lu Qijun is still a descendant of the Lu family, and the Wen family is still the daughter-in-law of the Lu family.

The old house has house rules, and it is not as loose as in Beijing.

When you come back from a long journey, you must first go to greet your grandfather and grandmother.

Therefore, before their buttocks were hot, Aunt Chen urged them to hurry up and not lose their manners. Aunt Chen's grandmother has been cautious and cautious all her life, for fear of upsetting the master's family.

"Okay, I'll wash my face, and I'll go." Wen is very obedient to Aunt Chen.

When they first arrived home, the maids hadn't cleaned up yet, and Wen didn't bother to let them rummage through the cabinets to find clothes and change clothes with her, so they just combed their hair and washed their faces, put on makeup again, and went to say goodbye to their deceased husband's parents.

Wen also had to discuss where Lu Qijun's coffin would be buried.

"Luo'er, don't go, go back in a few days." Wen said.

Lu Luo's silver hair will definitely cause gossip among everyone.

Wen was afraid that Lu Luo would not be able to stand it.

Lu Luo said: "I'm worried that no one knows, but you want me to hide?" ”

No one knows, how to build momentum for Lu Luo?

If he didn't build momentum, wouldn't Lu Luo be blank with this head full of green silk?

The more gossip and the more mythical Lu Luo, the more promising Lu Luo is.

Not only will she not hide, but she will also wander around, walk through her relatives and friends, and let them know that Lu Luo is now showing supernatural powers.

Wen is a modest and introverted mother, far less flamboyant than Lu Luo.

"Okay then." Wen sighed lightly and said no more.

After washing his face and combing his hair, Wen took Lu Luo, the third aunt Huo and the children to the old house.

The old mansion had already received a letter and knew that Wen's mother and daughter would go ashore today.

The ancestor's words were intended to let Lu Luo's mother and daughter rest for a day, so he didn't send anyone to invite him, and he was going to talk about it tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, the Wen family and their group went.

When I got out of the door of the small courtyard, I met a few close neighbors.

Everyone saw Lu Luo.

"What kind of disease is this fifth lady?" The neighbors all saw Lu Luo at first sight.

Lu Luo followed her mother's side, changed into a peach-colored summer cloth jacket, tall and delicate, with silver hair pulled up, and two gold hairpins inlaid with rubies in her hair, extremely luxurious and flamboyant, making it difficult to ignore her silver hair.

Whether it is Lu Luo's clothes or hair accessories, they are deliberately setting off her hair, which is deliberately eye-catching.

Her silver hair was soft and thick, and it glowed silver in the daylight, which was strangely beautiful.

"It's not sick. This kid has been created, and now he is half an immortal. Wen smiled.

Wen tried her best to squeeze out a smile and said to everyone what Lu Luo taught her, but her heart was extremely embarrassed.

It's an exaggeration.

"Oh, really?" The neighbor didn't think it was an exaggeration, and stared at Lu Luo with wide eyes, and a little dazed respect floated in his eyes.

In the era when there was no hair dyeing, suddenly such snow-white hair, still healthy and shiny, not sickly withered, not immortal What is it?

It's so convincing.

"It's just a coincidence." Lu Luo said humbly. She has red lips and white teeth, and her cheeks are smoky, and she looks healthy and ruddy.

She dyed her eyebrows with indigo, which brought out her abnormal hair.

Lu Luo should really be grateful to Xin Zheng for the hundred-year-old wild ginseng that he gave her.

Wild ginseng can continue his life and make Lu Luo recover very healthy, but his hair is injured at the beginning and he can't come back black.

Lu Luo's delicate face is pink, and her eyes are bright. The better her complexion, the more it means that her hair is not a disease, but a righteous one, and it provides evidence for her fame.

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Do you think that the falling silver hair is out of harmony? I actually like silver hair, the dragon mother in "Game of Thrones", her silver hair is much better than the actor's own brown hair. Sisters who haven't seen this TV series can go and search for pictures to keep their eyes peeled.

Today's fifth watch, I will slowly stay up late to finish, the last two hours, begging for a monthly pass!! (To be continued.) )