Just like the gentleness of a breeze, slowly, attached to the branches, so as not to be shy.

Just quietly, from afar, looking at you, everything is enough......

You can see the fog stirred up by the heat on the surface of the street, just like putting the bluestone slab in a pot and boiling it, the heat wave is rising, it is only noon, but the people of Chang'an rarely go out, such a hot weather, it is really unbearable.

Autumn is about to begin, but the heat has no intention of disappearing.

The bursting sunlight poured down, and it was impossible to hide. Occasionally, there are a few young girls in shawls on the street, hurrying with their steps, and you can also see a foreign-nosed merchant jumping into the teahouse, although they can't drink tea, but they want to be cool.

It's a philosophy to stay where it's cooler......

In a small mansion in the city, the sun is spread all over the place.

A woman was coming out of the house at the moment, pacing a few steps in the sun, twisting the light green skirt, as if she didn't know where to go, indeed, there were only three huts in this courtyard, and there was not even a single tree, and there was sunlight everywhere, and there was nowhere to hide.

So he turned around and walked in again.

When the woman came out again, she already had an extra set of paintings in her hand, and the house was a nagging mother, so she wanted to find a quiet place to embroider it, but the yard was so big, and the sun took over. A little annoyed, the woman frowned, her big eyes blinked, her beautiful long eyelashes touched together, her pupils opened instantly, her eyes opened wide, as if she saw something, her face was happy, and she turned her head and went into the house again.

This time, when she came out, there was a small bench in her hand, the very small one seemed to be able to accommodate only one buttocks, and the woman held the stool and held the paint, and walked towards the west corner.

It turned out that there was shade here.

It's a little hot, but it's okay.

The woman put the stool away, pulled up her skirt, and sat down slowly.

The needlework began, and the woman didn't seem to feel hot, embroidering and painting, as if thinking about something, but the beautiful face was full of expressions, a sweet smile for a while, a frowning brow, sadness, sadness, joy and cheerfulness, in short, such a beautiful face, even if she cried and wore makeup, it must be good-looking.

Yes, when you are alone, quietly, quietly, you fall into some kind of contemplation.

Yes, there will always be an emotion that grows unscrupulously when you are lonely.

This woman is called Yumo.

Yumo didn't know why her father gave her such a name, she didn't have the surname Yu, but she never mentioned her surname, she felt that she had always been a simple woman, even if she was a thief, she was also a simple thief.

Words like "simple" would never describe such a beautiful woman.

Yumo was sitting on the small bench at the moment, smiling self-deprecatingly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was as cute as a naughty little fox. She began to embroider and paint in earnest again, but as she embroidered, various expressions appeared on her face again.

Today, Yumo is off duty, Xu Chen gives the female secretary one day off every six days of work, and at first it was set to be two days off within seven days, Yumo naturally didn't dare to rest for such a long time, how could she still take a holiday with so much salary.

In fact, she knew that the boss asked her to go home to take care of her mother, and now her mother is the eldest lady who comes to the door to take care of her at noon every day, Yumo thinks that this is already very good, but the boss still insists on giving her a holiday, and there is a long holiday during the New Year's holidays.

So after Yumo took care of his mother, he came to this courtyard to embroider the painting, and the painting was given to the boss last time, and this time the embroidery was ......

The fact is that all the expressions on Yumo's face just now are all related to that boss, Xu Da Pony.

Indeed, Yumo felt that this man appeared in his life just right, and without him, it would be difficult to imagine the result of his ,,,,,,.

Do you like him? Yumo finally began to face such a problem. I used to be just buried in my heart, I don't know how to understand it, but the complex in my heart is getting deeper and deeper, and I always think about someone for no reason in my spare time, I think about it when I eat, I think about it when I am in a daze, and I fall asleep when I think about it when I sleep.

Is this liking someone? Yumo didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it, what was so good about this person, he wasn't particularly handsome, but he was a little taller, why did he think of him? What's more important is that Yumo has never dared to face that this person is a colt.

Hatefully, why is this man a colt? Why is it him?

Countless images began to flash in her mind, and she began to realize that the man was so deeply embedded in her life that she was terminally ill and unable to extricate herself.

The first time we met, it was when we were watching Oiran and she was caught stealing money and she tricked him instead. The second time was when she was pestered by a bully, and he stepped in to help her. After that, he gave her a stable and high-paying job, and then it was the tiger who came to find fault, and he stepped forward again, and the dignified colt actually fought with the thugs, until recently, he once again let the woman out of danger.

It's enough of it, even a hard-hearted woman should melt too.

Do you like him out of gratitude? Yumo tried hard to clear up this relationship, but he couldn't tell the difference, do you need a reason to like someone?

Yumo is nineteen years old, and she is no longer a little girl, so she can naturally begin to control her feelings. In order to take care of her mother over the years, several matchmakers have come to propose, although Yumo's family has a bad reputation, but this Nizi is a thief, there are still people who propose marriage, most of them are big families who come to take concubines, if Yumo had agreed, she may have lived a better life, but she didn't, let alone listened to her mother's persuasion, she knew that once she got married, her mother would have no one to take care of, and more importantly, she didn't want to marry.

Now I really met a man who wanted to marry, he has Wen Tao, and he is famous for his poetry; He has a martial arts strategy, a top martial artist, he can still do business, he can teach, and he has a heart to help the world (if Xu Chen hears this girl praise him like this, he will definitely disarm and surrender), and more importantly, he is tall and a little handsome, what girl doesn't like it?

But he's just a colt.

The more Yumo thought about it, the more annoyed she became, so she simply stopped the painting in her hand, put it on her lap, held her chin with both hands, and was stunned.

The eyelashes began to flicker, and if they were placed at night, they would be like the stars in the sky, and those who flashed panicked.

As if he had something in his heart, his eyes were resolute, and he suddenly began to laugh......

Lovely people, lovely daughter.

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