"If I'm gone, I'm really worried about what will happen to the flower slave alone. Isn't there a saying that a husband and wife are white for a day? Hua Nu has been lying on my bed more than once, this is not a husband and wife, and it is not just Bai Rien, if it really doesn't work, how about Hua Nu and I secretly Chen Cangming repair the plank road. Jasper looked at Hua Nu's tense little face, and couldn't help but talk nonsense about reversing black and white.

But he always knew that no matter how good the color was, Hua Nu was just a little girl who had just turned eleven. He really didn't have a beast to attack her now, and he still needed to raise her for three years or two. It's just that I don't know if I'll wait until the day when the flower slave blooms.

He Dangli could only purse his lips for this question, and without saying a word, the little tail finger hidden under the sleeve robe trembled slightly, only to feel that even the air around him was a little thinner.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the stars dot it.

"Flower slaves used to have names." For some reason, the man seemed to have a lot of words tonight, even though he knew that the villain had answered two times except by chance. It's like a gourd with a mouth poured with copper juice, not only does he have no eyes and no heart, but he is sad about the young man's heart.

The quiet air seemed to stop for a long time, and even the sound of the wind blowing the stamen was clearly visible.

After a long time, it was not until the small Adam's apple rolled a little or twice on the thin layer of flesh that he spoke; "Yes."

With a gentle word, the wind blew and dispersed, but it was so clear and audible.

The loneliness on the man's face, which had been a little dark, immediately rose again, with a brightness that was hard to ignore.

"I don't know if Hua Nu can tell me." Biyu seems to be in a good mood tonight, and even has a little more broken thoughts. I didn't pay attention to Hua Nu's few words, I just felt that it was good to hold her so quietly.

He doesn't care if the flower slave wants it or not, anyway, he likes to hold her.

He Dangli just wanted to shake his head and refuse, but the stingy man suddenly accidentally tore off a strand of her hair, and the pain made her almost gasp.

"Hua Nu is worried that I will tell the others." Jasper was stingy and resentful; "Could it be that I am such a villain in the eyes of Hua Nu."

"Nope." The negative words do not go through the brain, but subconsciously deny the words.

"Why don't Hua Nu want to tell me, it's been so long, in the eyes of Hua Nu, Childe and I are still an outsider, which can make people sad." There was a little dimness in the man's eyes, and even the hands that were caressing her cheeks stopped moving, like a pitiful dog abandoned for no reason.

He Dangli's slightly dry lips were closed one by one for a long time, and he finally accepted his fate when he closed his eyes; "The slave's former name was He Dangli." The short eight characters seemed to drain all the courage in her.

There was even a tremor in my heart, and my throat tightened. Her fingertips trembled, and it was the first time she had said the only thing she had in front of outsiders.

It was Cui Lan who chose the word "dangli" for her at the beginning.

The night is sinking and the moon is getting thicker.

He Dangli waited for the man lying on top of him to confirm that he was asleep, and then carefully pushed it away. The man slept soundly, and his cheeks were still smeared with a suspicious red. The hands were still clutching her belt, as if they were afraid that she would run away suddenly.

When he went out, he reached out uncomfortably and probed his forehead and snort, and found that there was no fever, and gently sprinkled white medicine/powder evenly on the wound. After checking the doors and windows for a while, he tiptoed away.

When it was ugly, most of the noise outside gradually disappeared, and some of them were also a little drunk and muttering. He Dang left the cat's waist and came to the backyard. Then she opened a dog hole she had found before and quietly drilled out, and according to her memory, she came to a small ruined temple.

The dilapidated temple, which has fallen into disrepair to the point of being like a dilapidated house, is not even visited by beggars, and some are just one after another so thin that the skin and bones of the rats are running up and down. Surrounded by knee-high weeds, rotting wood covered with gray and black poisonous mushrooms and green moss, green vines creep around the high walls of wood, taking root and sprouting.

The petite figure is like a nimble mouse? The familiar car came to the corner of the ruined temple. There were only two beggars with gray sideburns, broken legs, and one eye, who did not know whether they were alive or dead, and there were things for drinking and eating beside them, and now they were all empty.

"Old man, I'm here." He Dangli walked over and sighed at the old man's snort, and then placed the pastries he had brought from the jade boy beside him, and there were a lot of empty oil paper bags and a carp porcelain bowl that had been broken a few bites next to him.

The whole person changed his usual few words, and talked babblingly, even Su Ri's little face was full of smiles when he always wrote that the living should not enter; "Old man, I brought you the mung bean cake you said you wanted to eat last time, the wine.... I don't have the money to buy it, I'm sorry I can only let you endure the wine worm first, the boy I told you I served taught me a lot of new words a few days ago, but I'm too stupid to always remember some words. ”

"You think I'm going to be too stupid."

He Dangli talked to himself for a long time, but he still didn't respond to her. Hurriedly pursed his lips, and stopped boiling the noisy scorpion as if he was angry.

Then he flipped through the books that his treasure hid in the stone bricks, and learned according to the movements inside. It's like some words I don't know, but I have a painting on it, but it saves her the trouble of racking her brains.

When the sky gradually brightens, the chicken stands on the high wall and chirps to announce the dawn, and a touch of dark gray and light gold blends with the sky.

He Dangli, who was sweating profusely, stopped his movements, and when he walked back to the broken temple, the pastries beside the old beggar still didn't move a bit, and he didn't even move half a minute. However, several gluttonous rats stealing pastries are frantically eating.

In the small space, after the smell of damp and moldy, the smell of rotting corpses filled the air, and she always knew that this old man had died a few days ago, and he had left because there was no cure. But she was still deceiving herself into thinking that he was still alive, just asleep.

She believed that he was waiting, and as long as she was waiting, he would wake up soon. It's like throwing myself a piece of steamed bun with green mold spots on that rainy day.

But in the end, she still didn't wait for the man to wake up, just like that winter day, and she didn't wait for the young man who would take her away.

On the contrary, it was the He family who came to arrest her who came to arrest her, thinking of hell and heaven.

New frost dyes maple leaves, and the moon borrows reed flowers. The first smoke of the wildfire is thin, and the crescent moon has a half-bye.

"Hua Nu, Master Liu has something to say that he wants to look for you, so let you go over right now." Spring goes to summer, autumn comes, and in a blink of an eye, it is golden autumn and September. And this autumn is coming, so will this winter be far away?

Peony rose Xie, hibiscus golden autumn chrysanthemum full of incense.

The Jade Boy has had fewer benefactors for him in recent times, and his reputation has long been overtaken by the later Red Jade Boy and others. Those who can't make money in this building are naturally rejected early. If it weren't for He Dangli agreeing to Liu Dang's family's conditions, maybe they would have to move to a four-person room now.

It's also sparse to say.

"Childe, Liu's family is looking for me." The days pass like a white horse, and He Dangli's height is like a weeping willow that is pulled. The already scarlet and greasy hibiscus face is becoming more and more delicate and lovely, and it is even more touching with a smile when it is still in the age when it is indistinguishable between male and female.

"Okay, then you go and go back quickly, don't teach Liu to be in a hurry, remember to come back later." Even though her face was thin, she did not hide her charm, and she kissed her forehead when she heard this, worried. He said that he would let him go over immediately, but he didn't want to let go of her like he was out of control.

I just want to keep people under my nose all the time, and never leave my field of vision for half a step. Biyu knew that she seemed to be sick recently, and that kind of panic of gaining and losing was not an ordinary medicine that could be cured. It seems that only when I look at her like this will I calm down a little.

"Okay." He Dangli's clothes today are no longer all gray and black, but are dressed in bright colors, wearing green jade with hooks on the waist, autumn fragrant pears purse, and that face is moisturized by all kinds of supplements.

Although he is still young, it is enough to see the scene of peony flowers in Jinling in the future.

There are a lot of like/young/children's benefactors in the building, and every time they come to spend a lot of money just to see this villain. Even if she doesn't do anything, just glancing at you so lightly will make half of your bones crispy.

It's like this when you're young.,If you grow up.,I don't know how to be born a fox spirit to look like a person.。 So that it has not yet begun, it is when it is listed, it has attracted several waves of people to come to take a peek at its color, whether it really deserves to be colored, such as the peony flower of spring flowers, the color of Jinling.

When the man saw that she was about to push the door and leave, he didn't know where to exert his strength and pulled the person into his arms again. He bent down and rested his slender chin on the young man's slightly thin shoulders, and hugged the person tightly with both hands. A pale pink lip flap painted with peach blossoms was half-pursed. The curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and the whole person was extremely uneasy.

It's like a man who is nearly drowning trying to hold on to the last piece of driftwood.

"The slave is just going to see Liu Dangjia for a while, and he will be back soon, so there is no need to worry about the child." He Dangli knew what he was afraid of, after all, the psychological shadow left on each other that night was too big, and the fists hidden under the wide sleeved robes were clenched and gurgling.