"Since it was left by your family, put it away."

Xiao Lingyue didn't take the woodcarved rabbit that An Xiao handed him, but just stared at her hand for a long time before he explained to her in a gentle voice: "However, didn't your aunt tell you the whereabouts of your biological father?" ”

"No, A-Niang said that when she picked me up, I was in tattered clothes and was left in the grass on the side of the road, and I still had a high fever, and then I finally picked up a life, but I don't remember anything before."

When it comes to these pasts, although we can get a glimpse of one or two from the memory of the original owner, for An Xiao, it is not a personal experience, and naturally it is not so unforgettable.

For her, it's just an innocuous past that has passed!

"It's gone, forget it, forget it." Xiao Lingyue watched An Xiao hang the woodcarved rabbit back around his neck, and then slowly spoke, and there was a bit of relief in his tone.

An Xiao nodded, wanting to respond to something, but before he could speak, he heard a tactful call from outside the courtyard wall: "Brother Xiao, you are at home!" ”

This sweet and greasy voice made An Xiao, who was squatting on the ground and was not prepared at all, couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously looked up at Xiao Lingyue standing in front of her.

Needless to say, this is definitely one of Xiao Lingyue's peach blossoms in Beishan Village.

It was written in the book that although Xiao Lingyue said that he had a rough life, he was endowed by the author with a good appearance that can almost surpass the male protagonist in the whole book and peach blossom luck that is not inferior to him.

Almost everywhere he went, there were girls who were crazy about him, crazy about him, and banged against the wall for him.

"A-Niang just stewed chicken soup today, Lian'er thought that Brother Xiao, you work hard every day and no one takes care of you, so she sent you a bowl over, you should drink it while it's hot!"

Through the dense fence courtyard wall, Wu Lian'er's face was full of deep affection that could not be stopped, she looked at Xiao Lingyue in front of her with a little shyness, and it was very natural to ignore An Xiao, who was still squatting on the ground eating melons and watching the play at this time.

"No need, it's useless, Miss Wu, please leave quickly." Xiao Lingyue had a cold face and brought the unapproachable characteristics to the extreme.

"Brother Xiao, don't be so fierce! I really just care about you, you see that you live here alone and no one takes care of you, so I thought about bringing you soup. ”

Wu Lian'er bit her lip flap and looked at Xiao Lingyue with an aggrieved expression, her eyes were red as if she had been bullied very thoroughly: "I don't lie to you, the soup made by my aunt is really delicious, I don't believe you can taste it!" ”

She didn't want to give up.

Although the number of times she has been rejected like this has been since Xiao Lingyue appeared in Beishan Village three years ago, I don't know how many times it has happened now, but Wu Lian'er just refused to admit that Xiao Lingyue really had no idea about her. She firmly believes that sincerity is the golden stone, as long as she doesn't give up, her big brother Xiao will one day be able to feel her good and accept her and cherish her!

However.......

"Miss Wu is afraid that the nobles are too forgetful, don't you forget, Xiao is already a married person?!" Xiao Lingyue looked at the entangled Wu Lian'er, the coldness on his face had turned into strong boredom and sarcasm, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and sneered unceremoniously: "I don't drink the soup made by my mother, why do you want to drink the soup made by your mother?!" ”