74, the flower fell off the list

After sending Zhan Liantai away, Miao Fan's expression suddenly became depressed, and he was even a little depressed.

On the other hand, Qianqian, but he walked around humming a little tune, walking lightly, like a butterfly fluttering. She pressed the paper on which she was writing the letter under the glass, put away the pen and turned around and went out.

"Where?" Miao Fan hurriedly asked her.

She pursed her lips and smiled, "I won't tell you." You wait for me at home, and I'll be back in a moment! ”

Without waiting for Miao Fan to answer, she hurried out.

He stared blankly at the empty doorway, and for a moment he got up to clean up the messy pen and paper by the windowsill.

He caught a glimpse of a written note, falling between the desk and the gap between the windowsill. He bent down to pick it up, and found that it had the time and place of the appointment written on it.

It's not Qianqian's handwriting, so it's not what she wrote to someone else, so ...... It should have been written to him by someone else.

Miao Fan carefully recognized, and the more he felt that the handwriting was familiar, and he suddenly thought of the uninvited Zhan Liantai and the folding fan in his hand.

Zhan Liantai took pity on the folding fan and never left him. Therefore, Miao Fan noticed that the fan was painted with green willows, which seemed to be from the hand of a woman, and then the fan was also inscribed with a poem, but it was exactly the same as this note.

Miao Fan clenched his palms and crumpled the note into a ball.

He spread out his palms, the words on the note were blurred with sweat, he lowered his eyebrows, went to light an oil lamp, and then burned the paper.

The light led the way, and the light and shadow fell into his eyes, flickering bright and dark.

Qianqian returned to his former home, and now it is someone else's house, and the new gate and unfamiliar plaques all show that this is no longer the Yu family of the past. Instead of going in, she walked around the outer wall for the most part, stopping near the corner gate, and then following the base of the wall to find the place where the mark had been made.

Scraping off the moss, revealing a loose stone brick, she smiled delightfully, her fingers tugging at the brick and pulling it out, then reaching into the crack and digging for a bag of dirt-stained things.

Beat the dust quickly, only to see that it looks like a lucky bag, a child's thing. Qianqian poured out the contents of the bag, there was a seal, and a key.

She pinched the seal and squinted, and said to herself: "Sister, it's time to take out the money you left me, I almost forgot." If the little monk becomes an official, there are a lot of places to spend money, how can he know how to make a relationship with Lu Dao so boring? I'm afraid he'll be bullied! I'll go to the money bank tomorrow and get back the box you deposited, it's all for my dowry, right? Don't be angry when I'm gone. ”

She didn't even look back at her former home when she left, the past of suffering is over after all, and what awaits her is a comfortable and happy future, as well as Miao Fan.

"Xianggong, I'm back!"

Qianqian entered the house like a whirlwind, and saw Miao Fan sitting upright on a chair with an oil lamp next to him. She trotted over and sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck and kissed him, and smiled, "Wait for me so well?" ”

Miao Fan's expression was faint, and he lowered his eyes and said "um".

"Huh? Why didn't you read today? He had always been a little shy, and Qianqian didn't take it to heart, but he was a little surprised to find him sitting empty-handed.

"I ......" Miao Fan stopped talking, raised his eyes and glanced at her hurriedly, met her clear gaze, and hurriedly lowered his eyes, "It's late at night, rest early." ”

Qianqian was also very tired, covering her mouth and yawning: "Hmm-okay." She smelled the mud on her hands, frowned and disgusted herself, and quickly jumped off him, "Oh, don't get so close to me, I'm going to bathe first." ”

Miao Fan showed a slightly displeased look: "Bathing? ”

When you go out and come back, you have to change your clothes and bathe...... Could it be that something was done?

"Well, it's uncomfortable to sweat." She hurriedly got behind the screen, threw all the dirty clothes out after a while, and called him through the screen, "Xianggong will help me prepare water." ”

Miao Fan picked up her shirt and looked at it, saw some mud marks on it, opened her mouth but didn't say anything, sighed lightly and hugged her shirt and went out.

After being comfortably cleaned, Qianqian lay down comfortably on the bed, smelled the fragrance of jasmine pancreas, and soon fell asleep.

She was woken up by an itch.

She always felt that something was gently crawling on her skin, making her uncomfortable, she half-opened her eyes, and saw Miao Fan lying on top of her, looking at something.

"What are you doing...... she asked indistinctly, rolling over and closing her eyes again.

He didn't speak, but moved the candlestick closer to the bedside and continued to examine every inch of her skin, fingertips brushing over her laughter.

Qianqian raised her hand to cover the light in front of her, and giggled with laughter: "Don't touch it, it's so itchy!" ”

Still without saying a word, he flipped her over and continued to check, and when he found a few scratches on her arm, he froze for a moment, not even noticing that the wax oil had melted and dripped onto the back of his hand.

The bright light hit his eyes, and Qianqian was disturbed, so he simply opened his eyes and stared at him: "What the hell are you doing?" I can't sleep yet! ”

Only then did he put away his panicked expression, ignoring the pain in his hands, and quickly blew out the candle in one gulp, and then lay down gently next to her, his body stiff.

Qianqian was mostly sleepy, waiting for him to hug him, but who knew that he was motionless. She leaned over angrily and slipped into his arms: "You sleep with me." ”

He tightened his arms, clasping the softness of his arms.

After a moment, she poked her head out with great effort and breathed heavily: "You hold it too tightly, I can't breathe......"

He had no choice but to relax his strength.

She was satisfied, but she said delicately: "Wooden and dull, you are a goose!" ”

After a moment of silence, Miao Fan hesitated to speak: "Do you dislike me for being dull?" ”

It's really wooden and sluggish, and she didn't even notice that she liked someone else......

"Of course I don't like it." She arched into his arms again, pouted and complained to him, "You have to take the initiative, take the initiative to hug me and kiss me, it's best to have a sweet mouth, and always say that you like me and love me the most, just like I do to ......you."

Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly leaned over and kissed her in the dark, and his voice was serious.

"Lady, I love you very much, I love you very much."

Qianqian: "......"

She blushed, she held her hot cheeks with both hands, and shyly twisted: "I asked you to say it, and you didn't take the initiative...... Not counted, not counted! ”

"But I really love you." Miao Fan explained very sincerely, "I know that I can't say sweet words, and I won't please you, but my heart for you is true...... Lady, don't dislike me, okay? ”

How can you take it seriously? Nerds!

She snickered, her fingers brushing his strong chest intentionally or unintentionally, and in a lofty tone: "It's okay if I don't dislike you, but you should always say something, right?" ”

He hadn't completely recovered from his low mood: "...... What does it mean? ”

She was annoyed and grabbed him the chest: "You should always take the initiative in something!" ”

It's really a stupid goose, the beautiful scenery of the good day is short, on Zen or something, shouldn't he take the initiative? !

He pondered for a long time, and then hesitantly lowered his head to kiss her, and his palms slowly slid down the smooth back, reaching for the heart of his legs.

She muttered softly, opened her mouth and bit him on the lip, counting it as a hint.

He was allowed to roll over and cover her underneath.

……

She was drenched in sweat, and her hands were clinging to him, but she still couldn't resist his ferocity, so she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder fiercely.

He snorted in pain, but instead of lightening his strength, he hugged her harder, as if he wanted to strangle her into his bones and blood and become one.

After the incident, Qianqian fell asleep, but Miao Fan was not sleepy, but carefully hugged her and kissed her behind her ear.

"All I have is you...... Don't leave me, okay? ”

On the day of the list, the Ministry of Rites has a special person to report the good news to the selected Jinshi, and the family is ready to fight in the morning, just waiting for the person to come to the good news, and then light the firecrackers to celebrate. When the time comes, the neighbors will come to congratulate them, and there will be melon seeds and tea fruits at home to entertain them, as well as reward the messenger.

Qianqian got up before dawn to get busy, and when she was ready, she opened the door, just waiting for the good news to come to the door. Xiaohe brought the bench to wait with her, and the two of them sat upright, staring at the road at the door motionlessly, this scene fell into Master Lu's eyes, causing him to laugh with his beard.

"Gu Wangfu Stone, that's probably what it looks like. Don't move, I'll make two clay figurines according to you, hahaha-"

Miao Fan was still calm and calm, and walked over and said, "Those who should come will always come, go back to the house quickly, it's windy here." ”

Qianqian refused, he persuaded to no avail, so he simply waited with her.

But after waiting for several hours, the sun was setting in the west, but there was still no one from the Ministry of Rites, and a few streets away, firecrackers were set off, and the explosion was so deafening that even they could hear it so far away.

Qianqian couldn't sit still, went back and forth in the yard, shook her hands and said to herself: "Why don't you come yet...... Got an accident on the way? No matter what, it should have arrived...... Why don't you go to the Gongyuan and ask ...... in person?"

Xiaohe was going to cook, and comforted her: "It will definitely come, don't worry." ”

Miao Fan also said: "Let's wait and see." ”

But until dusk and sunset, there was still no shadow of the messenger, and the sound of the successive artillery battles in the city gradually dissipated, and it was dark, and there were not even passers-by at the door.

Tan Miaofan is off the list.

Xiaohe's cooked meals were cold, and it was originally a celebration banquet, but now it has become the first banquet.

Miao Fan got up indifferently, moved the pestle and put it away, and came back and shouted Qianqian: "Lady, it's time to eat." ”

Qianqian leaned against the door, turning her head when she heard the sound, her eyes were red. She fell into his arms aggrievedly: "Xianggong ......" choked up and immediately cried.

Miao Fan comforted her in turn: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's just that you don't hit." ”

She cried even more, but she felt distressed and aggrieved.

The hardships of studying in Nanshan, his perseverance and dedication...... But can't get a chance to face the saint?