"Little doll, you are all false, and you haven't seen it with your own eyes, how can you say that Miao Jiangmei is beautiful?"

Lin Anan actually wanted to say that he had seen it, but in the end he just smiled and stopped talking.

The old man sang the old ballad again.

This is a major feature here, and the literati who come here like to sit on the bamboo raft and ask the old man to sing a folk song here.

The voice of the old man is very unique, some of the old man is hoarse, but he is full of qi and has a very vast feeling.

When he arrived at the shore, the old man collected the money and handed two bracelets made of red thread to the two of them, "This is made by the old woman, saying that it can keep you safe, and I will give it to every guest." ”

After receiving the bracelet, Lin Anan thanked him and waved goodbye to the old man.

She looked down at the two red rope bracelets in her palm, Qin Lu suddenly reached out and took one away, and then put it on her wrist.

Lin Anan was surprised, he didn't expect Qin Lu to believe that this thing could keep him safe, and he would even wear it.

"Don't you wear it?" Qin Lu asked.

Lin Anan stretched out his hand, "You help me wear it." ”

Qin Lu helped her tie the red rope, looked at the little daughter-in-law's white wrist, and subconsciously rubbed it with her thumb.

Lin Anan gave him a roll of the eyes, withdrew his hand, put down his sleeves, and Lin Anan said, "I didn't expect you to wear this." ”

Qin Lu lowered his eyes, there was a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, but he quickly smiled with relief, "When I was a child, that woman braided a red rope for her sister. The eldest brother and the second brother also have it, but I am the only one. Now that I think about it, the red rope of the eldest brother and the second brother was made by my mother, but my mother was arrested before I could weave one. "Variety Literature

Lin Anan clenched his hand and pursed his lips, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

At that time, Qin Saburo didn't know that the woman was not his mother, when he was young, he would only feel that the eldest brother, second brother, and younger sister all had red ropes, but he was the only one who didn't, he was a child who was not loved by his mother, because he was born and caused his mother to have a difficult birth, so his mother didn't like him.

Lin Anan felt very sorry for Qin Sanlang, so at night, when Qin Sanlang was bathing, she secretly untied the red rope and groped for re-weaving according to the traces of the weaving.

She bypassed the screen and secretly saw a small strand of hair on Qin Lu's head, Qin Lu looked back, stood up from the bathtub, covered in water, Lin Anan hurriedly covered his eyes, "You continue to wash, I'll go first!" ”

Qin Lu wanted to catch her, but helplessly, she ran too fast.

Qin Lu hurriedly washed it out, wanting to see what the hell she was doing.

Under the candlelight, the woman's side face is very soft, she uses red thread to braid two strands of hair inside, the movement is a little rusty, but the expression is very reverent.

Qin Lu slowed down and walked over, Lin Anan just finished weaving, and when he looked up, he saw the man looking at him for a moment, Lin Anan was a little embarrassed by him, and reached out and grabbed his hand a little domineeringly, untied the red rope on his wrist, and replaced it with the red rope he had just braided.

"There's my hair and yours in it, don't lose it." Lin An'an commanded fiercely.

The corners of Qin Lu's mouth rose, still looking at her with burning eyes, Lin Anan blushed at him, stood up, and hurriedly walked out, "I'll go and see what is delicious in the restaurant." ”

Before he had gone a few steps, he was grabbed and fell into a wide embrace.

He had just finished bathing, and his body was very hot, Lin Anan struggled a few times, but he was hugged tighter.

"An An, if all the pain before was just to meet you, I would rather be more bitter and meet you earlier."

"You ......" Lin Anan didn't struggle anymore, he was obediently hugged by him, and reached out to stroke his hair, "Little pitiful." ”