The peach blossoms bloomed well in March, but unfortunately it rained.

The peach petals fall with the rain, crystal elegant, chaotic and blurry, and it is impossible to tell whether it is rain or flowers.

Mingshu pulled the corner of her skirt with difficulty and walked forward. There was a "click", and the hem of the clothes tore off the peach branches. Mingshu threw herself straight to the ground, splashed with muddy water, and was so cold that she was cold. What's even worse is that the palm of the hand pressed on the stone suddenly bleeds.

She tried to get up, but fell down again. The injured hand pressed against the sharp tip of the stone, and in an instant the flesh and blood blurred.

How do you think today's dream is more real, Mingshu thought in a daze, and couldn't lift her eyelids.

I was soaking wet, heavy and sticky on my body, and it was really uncomfortable. It seems like...... I had a fever.

In a trance, Mingshu saw a black figure gradually approaching. Holding a cyan oil-paper umbrella, slowly coming in the light red light powder of a mountain, slender and thin, ethereal and cold, like a picture scroll of beauty.

Like an immortal, coming from the wind and rain, it will bring her out of this nightmare.

Mingshu wanted to shout for help, but she didn't have the strength.

Fortunately, the other party also saw her and had already come over and held the umbrella above her head. The rain drenched half of his shoulder.

The other party reached out to pick up Mingshu and whispered something, but Mingshu didn't hear clearly, so he reluctantly opened his eyes.

Who knew that when he opened his eyes, he was in front of a monster with blue fangs, grinning with teeth, how hideous and hideous he was. The monster fanged Sensen, facing Mingshu's façade, as if it was going to swallow her in the next moment!

Ming Shu was scared into a cold sweat, stiffened and subconsciously wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, he cried. It's just that the cry hasn't finished a cavity, and the whole body has already lost its strength and fainted.

Gu Huali stiffened, and was stunned for a while before taking off the mask on his face.

He looked down at the little girl in his arms, with no expression on his face, wrapped her carefully in his coat, and then carried her out of the peach blossom forest.

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The spring flowers bloom just right, and a graceful shadow is reflected from the snow-white wall.

The warm spring breeze blew, the golden flower branches swayed slightly, and the fragrance of the flowers was stolen by the spring breeze, and it was taken out far away.

Mingshu had just woken up from her sleep, and she only felt that she was covered in sticky sweat, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But she refused to squeak, just pursed her lips, and her eyes fell on the spring flowers outside the rhombic lattice window.

There was a sound of broken footsteps outside, and the crystal curtain also jingled a few times, and a very gentle female voice said: "Ancestor, Ling Ling'er hasn't woken up yet." ”

Mingshu shrunk into the quilt, closed her eyes, and pretended that she was not awake.

The sound of crutches falling to the ground did not stop until Mingshu's bed, and Mingshu felt that she was being held in her grandmother's arms.

The old lady's eyes fell on Mingshu's face, looked at Mingshu's snow-white and lovely cheeks, patted Mingshu's back, and muttered: "Fortunately, Ling'er is fine......"

Mingshu was in a trance, and Ling Ling's milk name was called by her parents and grandmother when she was a child. She heard that her nose was sour, and she really couldn't pretend to be asleep, so she rubbed the clothes on the old lady's chest and said glutinously: "Grandmother." ”

She looked at the old man's clear and kind face, and seemed to ...... It's really not a dream, she's real, it's back to when she was eight years old. At that time, her parents were fine, her grandmother was still there, and she was still a pearl in the palm of her hand.

It's not the orphan girl who was taken care of by the second room, it's not the abandoned woman who was locked up in the side courtyard and left to fend for herself.

Mingshu's heart was very sour, she had almost forgotten what it was like to be coquettish in the arms of her relatives.

The old lady didn't expect Mingshu to wake up so quickly, and she was so soft and glutinous and dependent on her, so she felt more and more upset, and pressed the bright red and lovely beauty mole on the little girl's forehead: "Those black-hearted and rotten liver things have to be thundered by five thunders!" It's really heartless to do such a disgusting thing! ”

Mingshu desperately held back the sourness in her heart, grabbing her grandmother's sleeve and not daring to let go.

The old lady pinched Mingshu's little nose and smiled kindly: "Do you want Ling Ling to go to live in my grandmother's house?" ”

Mingshu pinched her arm violently, tears came out in pain, and she touched the quilt in a daze. It seems like...... It seems to be true.

She really, lived again.

When she came back to her senses, the old lady still looked at her, Mingshu squeezed back her tears, and said seriously: "Ling Ling's illness is not well yet, and he can't give his illness to the old ancestor." When he was cured, he stayed in his grandmother's house every day. ”

The ignorant little appearance is very cute. Knowing that the cute person who is like a jade glutinous rice dumpling, he made such a well-behaved look, which made the old lady laugh.

The old lady rubbed Mingshu's head, kissed Mingshu's soft and round cheek, and said with a smile: "Grandmother is not afraid of Ling Ling's illness. ”

In fact, my grandmother was a very serious person, and she was so fond of her that she loved her so much that she wanted to leave everything to her. Looking at the old man's kind face, Mingshu's eyes and nose were very sour. When my grandmother died, she did leave everything to her.

It was she who was useless, not only did she not keep those things, but she also dragged down the Gu family's reputation.

Mingshu hugged the old man's neck tightly and shouted in a muffled voice, "Grandmother." ”

The old lady was stunned for a moment, she heard Mingshu's crying, patted Mingshu's back, and coaxed in a soft voice: "What's wrong with Lingling, what do you want, grandmother will find it for you." He stroked the little girl's thin and soft hair, and teased the little girl with a smile: "The one who runs in the sky and walks on the ground is the moon in the sky, and my grandmother also picked it up for Ling Ling'er." ”

Mingshu chuckled and popped out a bubble of snot.

Mingshu was suddenly very embarrassed, but the old lady wiped Mingshu's snot with a smile, and laughed at Mingshu: "You little slug." ”

I finally lived a whole life, and finally saw my grandmother again, she wanted to make the old man happy, so she made the old man laugh.

The two grandparents were having a good time, and Bai Zhi, who was beside the old lady, walked in and reported: "Old lady, Wulangjun has come to visit the seventh lady." ”

The old lady's expression froze, and she couldn't help frowning, "Why did he come over?" Then he said, "Let him in." ”

She was thinking wildly when she heard the tinkling of the crystal curtain at the door of the room. As soon as Mingshu raised her eyes, she saw a sleeve with dark patterns of indigo lotus.

When the man walked in, he was a cold, almost gloomy teenager.

But Mingshu only glanced at his face, then looked away to look at the indigo straight coat on his body. This fabric is very good-looking, especially the dark pattern lotus, and the short jacket with pipa sleeves must be good-looking.

Gu Huali walked in and saw his seventh sister looking at him seriously...... of clothes. But he still walked over calmly, put down the gift he was carrying, and said, "I brought some supplements for my seventh sister." "Literary