Lian Junjie was really made to cry and laugh by her puzzling questions.

What was it when she was a child and now, isn't that all her?

No wonder when he was in the army before, he was a soldier with him, and those good brothers who got married and had a daughter-in-law would often talk to him about what women were in the bottom of their hearts, and said that they would always say something inexplicable that people couldn't understand at all, and they would get angry if they didn't answer well.

At that time, he always swore that his little red sleeves were never like that, and now it seems that he was wrong.

"When I was a child, I liked you when I was a child, and now I like you now."

He said with a smile and continued to wipe her tears.

"Really?"

But Ye Hongsleeve couldn't believe it.

It was a question she had never had the courage to ask.

She is afraid that what he has in his heart and likes will always be the little red sleeves from the past.

"Of course, when I have lied to you, I will never lie to you! When you are old, I will like you when you are old! ”

After wiping her tears, he pinched her little nose slightly punitively.

"Snort"

Ye Hongsleeve was amused by his words.

She let go of his big hand, embarrassedly touched her pinched nose, lowered her head and stopped talking.

"Alright, let's go in and rest! I'll come back tomorrow morning, and you won't touch the burnt things in the house until I come. ”

"Hmm!"

Ye Hongsleeve nodded lightly, and was about to turn around, but Lian Junjie imprinted a light kiss on her cheek again, and when she turned around, his sturdy figure had disappeared into the twilight.

When they closed the courtyard door and returned to the hall, Yang Lao Wu and Yang Yuehong were assigning housing to everyone.

Their house was dilapidated, but it was spacious, with several rooms.

Yang Lao Wu and Aunt Yang Wu still lived in the original room, and Ye Changqing was led by Yang Yuehong into the room behind the main hall.

This room used to be lived in by dirt eggs, and when he was a child, Ye Changqing was dragged by him to live with him a few times, and he was familiar with the situation in the house.

The furnishings are the same as before, a wooden bed, a wardrobe, and a desk in the room before, but now there is no trace, and it is estimated that it has been sold by the Yang family.

"The things in this wardrobe are all native eggs, you can use them, and these clothes, you are about the same size as the native eggs, you can also wear them."

Yang Yuehong opened the cabinet door as she spoke, and the top two layers were filled with the things that were used to be treasures at home, and the clothes on the lower two floors were washed and folded neatly.

"It's not early, you should rest early!"

After Yang Yuehong finished speaking, she was about to go out with the lamp.

"Yuehong, I'm sorry!"

At the moment when she stepped across the door, Ye Changqing suddenly spoke.

Yang Tudan was originally the one who carried the burden of the Yang family, but now all the burden of the Yang family fell on her thin shoulders.

He remembered that she used to be very lively and laughing, but after coming back this time, he hardly saw her smile.

Yang Yuehong's body trembled slightly, and the lamp in her hand trembled.

It took a long time for her to speak slowly.

"It's not too early, let's rest early!"

Ye Changqing looked at her too thin back when she left, and her heart suddenly felt distressed.

After Yang Yuehong came out, she was about to lead Ye and Ye Hongsleeve to the guest room at home together, but Aunt Yang didn't let go of Hongsleeve, and grabbed her hand again, put their hands together, and pointed to the room where Yang Yuehong lives now.

"Together! Together! Yuehong, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts! There are no ghosts! The red sleeves are there, don't be afraid! There are no ghosts! There are no ghosts! ”

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