"Who doesn't have eyes?" San Lang just came out of Tian's place, seeing Tian's sick face and poor spirits, and then thinking about his father's behavior recently, he couldn't say a word more than a word as a son, and he was suffocating in his heart, and this collision brought out the anger.

But when he looked intently, he was stunned for a moment.

The woman was wearing a very elegant cyan skirt, and only a pair of pink bead earrings the size of rice grains were playfully hitting her white jade cheeks because of her unstable body, which made the person in front of her feel a little more fireworks.

At that time, it was getting late, the sunset had fallen, and only the red glow was still nostalgic for dyeing half of the sky, making the sky of this cold winter wax moon more hazy and translucent.

Tsing Yi has black hair, skin is as white as snow, lined with a dark and heavy sunset, and the whole body seems to be surrounded by streamers.

San Lang felt like a dream, and opened his mouth to ask: "You, are you a human or a demon?" ”

After a short look at each other, the woman in Tsing Yi didn't look at San Lang again, and ran forward with her head down.

San Lang has loved martial arts since he was a child, and his skills are naturally good, but at this moment he forgot everything, and the ghost envoy stretched out his hand to grab the woman's wrist, and asked again: "Are you a human or a demon?" ”

The woman in Tsing Yi looked at San Lang, her already red eye circles became more and more profound, her long eyelashes just blinked, and a string of clear tears rolled down, which was even more eye-catching than the trembling pink beads.

Saburo was like an electric shock, staring at the string of tears and losing his mind.

After just such a stunned moment, the woman in Tsing Yi had already broken free from his hand and hurried away.

It wasn't until the figures disappeared without a trace, surrounded by cold incense, that San Lang came back to his senses, and hurriedly chased after him, but he couldn't find any trace of the beauty.

For some reason, Saburo, who has never cared about men and women, and there is not even a room in the house, felt empty for the first time, and returned to the place where the two collided.

He stood there for a long time, and soon it was completely dark. The wind was cold and squeezing into his neck, and Rao was wearing thick clothes, but he still couldn't stand it.

"Is she a human or a demon?" Saburo muttered to himself, "It must have been made of goblins, otherwise how could it be so beautiful." ”

San Lang raised his feet to leave, his eyes inadvertently crossed from somewhere, faintly a white object was shaking, and he couldn't help leaning down to pick it up, and only by the cold moonlight could he see that it was a white handkerchief, only half a plum blossom was embroidered in the corner.

Saburo put the handkerchief to his nose like a magic barrier and sniffed. Then he carefully folded it and stuffed it into the center of his arms, and then returned to his front yard residence.

In the next few days, San Lang was a little distracted, and Erlang, who was a twin brother, naturally noticed it, and found an appropriate opportunity to ask: "Third brother, what's wrong with you these days?" ”

San Lang has a straight temperament since he was a child, and he has never hidden anything from this twin brother, but when he heard this, he just hesitated for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "Second brother, do you believe that there are spirits in this world?" ”

Erlang frowned: "Third brother." Zi Bu is silent, what are you thinking about? ”

The brothers who have been getting along since they were children naturally have nothing to see, San Lang heard Erlang say this. Suddenly anxious: "Second brother, I really saw it!" ”

Erlang saw that San Lang looked eager to believe him, and couldn't help sighing: "Third brother, then you can talk about it." What do you see spirits look like? ”

This question, San Lang got stuck, I don't know why. He subconsciously didn't want others to know what she looked like.

Seeing that San Lang couldn't speak, Erlang smiled and said: "Third brother, I think you are too idle at home all day, so you are cranky, your mother has been sick these days, if you have nothing to do, go and talk to her more." ”

San Lang said unconvinced: "I have been with my mother every day these days, but you can't see anyone, second brother." ”

He bumped into the woman when he returned from Tian, it was true to visit his mother, and it was true that he wanted to see her again, so he couldn't help but run more diligently, and even Tian's had been depressed, and he felt that this son knew filial piety and was in a much better mood.

Erlang was choked by San Lang, he went to Tian's place in the morning and evening, and he couldn't compare to the third brother who stayed there for most of the day.

"Second brother, I haven't asked you yet, what have you been busy with these days?"

"It's just a poem with a few friends to enjoy the snow." Erlang didn't want to say more, so he said casually.

Saburo was no longer interested in asking any more questions.

Although he and his second brother have a deep relationship, they actually have different temperaments, and they have the same friends, and a small part of them are in their own circles.

It's rare for the two brothers to have a good chat, but San Lang only feels that he has become weird in the past few days, as if he doesn't look like himself anymore, and can't help asking: "Second brother, do you have a favorite girl?" ”

Erlang was really interested at this moment, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "Third brother, are you just starting to fall in love?" Tell the second brother, which little lady do you like? ”

San Lang was a little embarrassed: "Second brother, let me ask you, why did you ask me well." ”

Erlang smiled: "I don't have any favorite girls, the people I see when I go out are all men, and the people I see at home are relatives." ”

Saburo's eyes lit up.

Relatives?

If that woman wasn't a spirit, could she be a lady in the house?

San Lang has a straight personality, but his head is extremely bright at this time.

The woman was dressed plainly, and she was not very old, so it was very likely that she was a maid from some yard!

You must know that these brothers of theirs moved to the front yard to live alone when they were ten years old, and there are very few people in the backyard except for asking An, and it is normal not to know the maids in the house.

The moment he figured it out, Saburo's heart immediately soared, and almost subconsciously stroked the position of the square handkerchief on his chest, with a smirk on his face.

"Third brother-" Erlang reached out and knocked on Sanlang, "What's stupid?" ”

"Hehehe." San Lang smiled, no matter how much Ren Erlang asked, he didn't say anything more.

It's just that on the day when Tian's body improves, San Lang, who couldn't hold back anymore, waited for the medicine and then mentioned: "Mother, son, son wants to ......"

"What do you think?" Tian's three sons and one daughter, originally not the second son was not the most welcome, to say heavy, of course she valued the eldest son, to say pampered, naturally is now only six years old young son, if you want to say pity, it belongs to the only daughter Luo Zhiya. Only San Lang is caught in the middle, and he is not favored by his parents, which is also human nature.

It's just that these days, the countdown Saburo came to her with the most diligent and thoughtful service, when the mother's heart slowly deviated, looking at the son who stammered not only did not get impatient, but showed a rare smile recently.

San Lang also noticed that his mother was in a good mood, although he was embarrassed, but he got the handkerchief embroidered with half a plum blossom, and every time he took it out and sniffed it lightly, the appearance of the woman in green clothes was imprinted on his heart for a little more, and before he knew it, he couldn't sleep at night.

At this time, those embarrassments naturally can't be compared to what they want, San Lang went out and said: "Mother, my son wants to put someone in the house......"

Tian was stunned at that time, and a smile on his face was closed.

When Erlang and Saburo were fourteen years old, she made the decision to choose a room for each of them, and Erlang accepted it noncommittally, but Saburo didn't ask for it, only saying that it was troublesome.

For people like them, my brother can't accept a concubine when he's older, and a well-trained room will be arranged when he reaches his age, so I'm afraid that my brother hasn't tasted it, and he can't stand the temptation outside and learn badly.

However, if the son is not enlightened, of course the mother will not force it, after all, it is not a good thing for a man to lose his sperm and blood prematurely.

I didn't expect Saburo to take the initiative today.

The reason why Tian was a little unhappy was that he was afraid that San Lang would really put his mind on a lowly Tongfang.

After all, it is one thing for a mother to arrange for her son, and it is another thing for her son to take a fancy to herself.

At this point, Tian couldn't bear it.

Although the old man is now dizzy by the fox spirit, he was a regular when he was young.

Tian also vaguely understood a little in his heart, at that time, their husband and wife had hope, of course the lord cherished feathers, and now Da Lang is proud of his career, he is the leader of the younger generation, and the hope of what they are planning in the second room is getting slimmer and slimmer, and the lord indulges that anger on the woman.

is just a son in his prime, and she will never allow him to come nonsense.

"Which one does Saburo like?" Tian asked quietly.

Maybe no matter who is facing the things they care about the most, there will be a time to open up, San Lang instinctively sensed Tian's displeasure, and the words he was about to say rolled on the tip of his tongue and swallowed: "Mother, my son is seventeen." It's not that I fancy any of them, it's just that those classmates, everyone has them, sometimes they chat together, and their son can't interject, and they are laughed at. ”

Tian was stunned.

This is her negligence, her son has grown by three years, and he has changed from a teenager to a half-grown youth, so he will naturally be curious about the affairs of men and women.

Seeing that his son was not squinted by any little hoof, Tian Shi relaxed and said with a smile: "Mother went back and picked a good one to put in your house, but there is one thing, don't delay your studies." ”

"Mother, what are you talking about!" San Lang's face flushed, and then he smiled, "My son believes in his mother's vision, and he will definitely be able to choose the most beautiful one in the house for his son." ”

Tian stretched out his finger and nodded at San Lang's forehead: "The tone is really big!" ”

"Mother, if you don't want your son, you want the most beautiful thing in the house, so that they will laugh at your son in the future, and your son will have something to say. Don't you know that once when we were listening to music in the teahouse, a little lady who came up to play the piano came up, and a classmate spilled the tea unconsciously, and was teased for a long time. ”

In fact, this is San Lang's bluffing Tian's, it was the second brother who listened to the music in the teahouse, not him, he just listened to the second brother mention the classmate in a laughing tone, and felt that it was just for Tian's to listen.

"Okay, what's not beautiful, don't learn well at a young age, my mother will pay attention to you."

As soon as Saburo heard this, he knew that Tian had agreed.

When San Lang left, Tian pondered a little and had a headache again.

The best-looking maid in this house is not the one named Ah Luan next to Zhen's side? (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the pink ticket support of the children's shoes. At the end of the month, people who have jobs really can't afford to get hurt.