What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes. What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that a few months ago, the Dragon Boat Festival expected today's scene.

Yang Yichen hid the key.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained.

Originally, the spring rain was as expensive as a crisp, and the rain was a good thing, but it was not a good thing to put it on the tired and sweaty Dragon Boat Festival now.

At least not a happy thing.

It's not that there are no shops selling umbrellas on the side of the road. But Yang Duanwu's hands were stuffed with things, and he really didn't have more hands to take the umbrella again.

Just as he was irritable, a figure approached, overlapping with the figure of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On the head of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was suddenly a dark green silk umbrella.

Looking up, I met the quiet, dark stone eyes.

It is the eye that makes people feel no longer tired after looking at it, the eye that the sea can generally tolerate you, and the eye that can allow you to live the second half of your life quietly.

Those were Ni Chongyang's eyes.

What fell to the ground was an iron key the size of a ring finger.

Yang Yichen picked it up, thinking of the last time he met Yang Duanwu last year, what the Dragon Boat Festival had confessed to him, and suddenly understood everything.

The peach blossoms bloom on the branches, and the spring breeze is like a crisp hand, caressing the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Duanwu dressed up as a man and went to the market to buy a large bag of herbs and came back, spring is a season of disease, and there are more patients in the pharmacy than usual. Buy more herbs, in addition to giving them to the sick to avoid running out of stock, you can also prepare some for yourself.

Carrying such a heavy herb, the Dragon Boat Festival was reluctant to take a carriage and walked home, but who knows, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it actually rained. (To be continued.) )