Miss Wanjing is the only daughter in Jiyue Villa, but she is neither surnamed Lin nor Li.

Zhang He heard that this girl was picked up by the owner of the village back then, and both of them loved their daughters, and they made a lot of trouble for what was the surname of this daughter, and finally had to follow anyone's surname, and only took a name called Wanjing.

Lin Yu once said very proudly that this name was given by him, and he was only four years old at the time. Lin Yu means that he had such a literary talent when he was four years old, and he came up with such a beautiful name.

Zhang He heard Li Chun, the third young master of the villa, ask Lin Yu what the name meant, and Lin Yu said: "The moon that night was round like a mirror!" ”

Since then, Zhang He no longer wants to praise Lin Yu for his literary affairs.

When Zhang He saw the evening mirror girl that day, she was tiptoeing on the stone bench to reach the purple grapes on the vine trellis. The branches crushed the sunlight and fell on the hem of her sapphire blue skirt, and the gown of the fine gauze was like light smoke, hugging the slender figure of the girl, and the arms like white lotus knots were raised high, and the posture was like that of a fairy who wanted to fly.

Lin Yu stood at the door and looked at her, his eyes soft and focused, which was a look that Zhang He had never seen before. In his impression, his young owner is smart and lazy, and he looks careless all day long, how can he care about anything so attentively.

The evening mirror turned around, the eyes narrowed into a pretty bend, the inky green silk moved slowly, the skin under the sun was white like a pearl moistened with dew, and the eyebrows and lips were delicate and natural.

I don't know what kind of creation and care can make a mortal woman born like this. Zhang He can imagine the most beautiful, I am afraid that it is not as good as this girl 12/12, I am afraid that she is the first beauty in Lingwu, I am afraid that she is modest.

Lin Yu smiled: "You are not afraid of falling." With that, he bent down and picked up a pebble, flicked his fingers, and then the bunch of grapes landed firmly in the hand of the evening mirror. Wanjing jumped down with the hem of her skirt and smiled lightly, "Thank you." The delicate voice is like a gentle warbler's cry, and it can be ironed in people's hearts.

Zhang He felt that he was about to lose his breath, so he came back to his senses for a while, took a small step forward, and respectfully put the bottle in his arms on the table, for fear that his rudeness would offend the girl.

Wanjing raised his eyes and glanced at him, but at this glance, he looked Zhang He directly from heaven to hell.

Zhang He didn't understand how a teenage girl could have such a pair of eyes, obviously smiling lightly, but when she looked at herself, she seemed to see the soul directly, like the scrutiny of Hell Yama, deep and cold.

After that, Zhang He shuddered when he thought of the girl in the evening mirror, and he couldn't even remember the fairy-like appearance clearly, but he only remembered the glance that the evening mirror looked at him, as if he had pressed him into the cold ancient well.

Most of the people who have seen the evening mirror have been scared by her like this. Therefore, outsiders often only remember her beauty, and if they think about it carefully, they will think of her eyes, and their backs are tight, and they don't want to continue to recall.

Wanjing actually felt that she was very innocent, and she didn't mean to.

Every time she saw a stranger, she couldn't help but take a look. But her look is not different from other people's looks, not looking at appearance, not looking at clothes, not thinking about people's identity background or personality. What the evening mirror looks at is whether the person is clean and whether there is any dirt around him.

There are people in this world who can see things that others can't see, such as ghosts. Evening Mirror is one of them. What's even more different is that Evening Mirror was also one of those wandering ghosts, and she remembers that she was one of them.

Wanjing is not afraid of ghosts, but she is not willing to deal with them anymore, because those wild ghosts who wander around and cannot live or do not want to live always remind Wanjing of the panic and loneliness in the ninety-nine years, and remind her of those days without color and without happiness and warmth.

Zhang He was looked at by the evening mirror that day, but the evening mirror later said to Lin Yu: "Zhang He is very clean, open-minded, use it well." ”