Fang Jing saw Yue Wu Jiu.

My heart mourns.

Tears rolled down.

She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes were red and swollen, and she couldn't cry.

"Yes! It's my nine-son. ”

"My Jiu'er, it's such a tear mole right now."

Fang Weiguo was also looking at Yue Wujiu.

The girl's jet-black hair is tied at the top of her head, similar to the hairstyle of a Taoist priest.

The turquoise hairpin is crookedly buttoned like a waterfall of long hair.

In his early 20s, he wore a small black pen clip with Li Lun characteristics, and light blue wide-legged jeans outlined his straight and slender long legs.

Spooky dressing style.

Nondescript dress.

In Yue Wujiu, it seems to be natural and righteous.

Standing in the moonlight, the woman is like a fairy, transparent and dusty.

The old lady's old hand tightened.

sighed.

"Forget it, forget it."

"Let them in."

"If there's anything, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

"Yesta, you go and arrange to find a house for them to live in."

Yue Wujiu carried the basket on his back, ignored Fang Jing, followed behind the villagers, and returned to Lilun Village.

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This night, the Fang family brothers and sisters stayed awake all night.

At the beginning of the day, Fang Jing was excited and looking forward to it, and she was as nervous as ants on the hot pot.

Pressing Fang Weiguo's arm, he asked over and over again: "How do I look?" ”

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Last night, I only vaguely saw Jiu'er, and I didn't even see the specific appearance of the child."

"Weiguo, will Jiu'er blame me, will he be unwilling to go home with me?"

"First of all, what should I tell her?"

"I should have prepared a gift before I came!"

Fang Jing, who is famous for her long-sleeved dancing in the upper circle of Southern Province, at this moment, how can there be any eight-sided exquisiteness in the past.

Complete loss of composure.

Hands clasped nervously.

The fingertips kept moving, rubbing the back of the hand anxiously.

Action, nervous and expectant.

"Two, the patriarch invites you to come over."

Last night, Ye Sita, a young man who arranged Fang Jing's accommodation, led the two of them all the way through the strangely styled building, and finally stopped in front of a small bamboo building.

Moon Witch Nine opened the door.

The young woman's outfit has not changed.

She stood by the door.

The complexion is like warm jade, and in the sun, it is slightly bowed.

The posture is calm, faintly, there is a sense of fairy when the clothes are in the wind during the Wei and Jin dynasties.

"Two of you, please inside."

Fang Jing tried her best to restrain the emotions surging in her heart.

This is the first time she and her daughter have met after 18 years.

She wants to make the best impression on her daughter.

Don't cry, never cry!

The old lady sat down on crutches, slumped and trembling.

Fang Weiguo explained his intention again, and took out all the information that could prove the identity of Fang Jing and Yuewu Jiu's mother and daughter.

The old lady flipped through them one by one.

In the bamboo building, the cool breeze is blowing.

The old woman's expression was gloomy and cold.

"Jiu'er."

"Then you can go."

"Remember, what I told you."

"After breakfast, you're ready to go."

The old lady was concise and to the point.

"Okay."

Yue Wujiu's tone was quiet, as clear as bamboo: "I originally planned to leave today." ”

When the woman raised her eyes, she could see her extremely beautiful eyes.

It has a biased amber brown pupil, clean and pure.

It is rare for adults to have such completely clean and clear eyes.

It is like a lake formed by snow water on the top of the Tianshan Mountain.

and the frost condensed by the ice and iron of winter.

However, it looks so clear and harmless.

When the long-lost mother and daughter meet for the first time, they are inevitably embarrassed and speechless.

The heart has a thousand words.

When his lips moved, his throat choked.

Not a single word can be spoken.

Yue Wujiu took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "It's not your fault that you lost the child." ”

"In the past eighteen years, I have had a good life."