Nie Danhua played with the narrow mirror on his hand enough, and then looked at the gift box in his other hand, inside was a narrow comb, the texture of the old pit glass, the emerald color was very clear under the light, and it was also tattooed with the texture of magnolia, and the comb handle was made of brass, which matched the mirror very well.

"Wow!" Nie Danhu was surprised by this texture comb and sighed at the same time, "Mirror, you even sent the same things as Brother Chu Jin!" ”

She held the comb slightly higher, and the emerald color was clearer in the light.

Hearing this, Yan Cijing's eyebrows paused again, "Deng Chujin is the same as what I sent?" ”

"yes, he gave me a comb too!" Nie Danhua played with this comb and felt extremely strange, "Speaking of which, you two gave two styles, and he gave the kind of comb that can make a sound, which is quite rhythmic." And the one you sent is super beautiful, and the comb teeth are also very delicate, not so sharp. ”

"Eh, Xiaojing, do you know Deng Chujin?" Yang Ke'an just noticed that Nie Danhua was linking Deng Chujin and Yan Cijing, and couldn't help but think more.

Listening to his daughter's feelings, it seems to be matching two people, and it doesn't seem to be interesting to Deng Chujin at all.

But Deng Chujin sent a comb to Danhua again, does Deng Chujin like Xiaojing or Danhua?

It can't be a promiscuous child, right?

Yan Cijing touched his head, "It's just that there are a few sides." ”

"Oh-" Yang Ke'an always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it herself.

Nie Danhua said unintentionally: "The mirror is much more familiar than me with Brother Chu Jin!" He pulled Yan Cijing upstairs, and asked her to go to her bedroom to see the comb sent by Deng Chujin.

Unable to resist Nie Danhua, Yan Cijing scribbled to greet the two elders, and followed upstairs.

Watching the two children go upstairs, Yang Ke'an turned to look at Nie Hengyuan, frowning, "Ah Yuan, you say, does this Deng Chujin like our Danhua or not?" ”

Nie Hengyuan looked at her confusedly, "How do I know this?" But the kid gave Danhua a comb......"

He was most annoyed by this kind of thing that he didn't explain clearly in his life, and he didn't bother to think about it. If it weren't for the lifelong events involving his daughter, he really didn't bother to think about it.

"Danhua said just now, Xiaojing and Deng Chujin are more familiar-" Yang Ke'an put his finger against his chin, thoughtful.

Nie Hengyuan took off his glasses, squinted his eyes, and put them back on, "Maybe the small mirror and Deng Chujin have met once!" Didn't Xiaojing also say it? The two of them have had a few encounters......"

"That's right." Having said that, Yang Ke'an was still not at ease, she subconsciously looked up at the direction of Nie Danhua's bedroom upstairs.

Nie Danhua has always cherished new things, and the gift that Deng Chujin gave her was satisfactory to her, and when she handed it to Yan Cijing, she was afraid that her hand would slip and fall to the ground, so she pointed to a gift box in the cabinet, and crossed her eyes with her hands, "Oh! ”

Yan Cijing took down the box and opened it slowly, the color of the pineapple wood came into view, and the style of the comb was not unusual, that is, her hand had just touched the comb, and there was a crisp sound.

She slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes stayed on the comb, and she noticed the three English letters "FMC" on the handle of the comb, and looked at Nie Danhua with a little puzzlement, "What does this mean?" ”

Nie Danhua shrugged his shoulders, his face was indifferent, and he said his subconscious conjecture, "It's probably the manufacturer's logo!" ”

Yan Cijing stared at these three letters for a while, and always felt that he had never seen this brand, and finally closed the box back.

Watching Yan Cijing finish watching the comb given by Deng Chujin, Nie Danhua leaned next to the cabinet and tilted his head, "Mirror, do you like Deng Chujin?" ”

Yan Cijing's hand holding the gift box froze, and he looked over, "Where?" You're thinking too much, aren't you? ”

"Then why do you care so much about him?" Nie Danhua didn't believe Yan Cijing's words in the end.

Yan Cijing felt like he was smiling, and his hands were a little soft, "How can I care about him?" ”

"In H City, you talk about music with people. On my birthday, you were all home, and Nian Nian said that you were resting, but she answered my call, and you came......" Nie Danhua rarely felt that he had the potential to be Sherlock Holmes, and touched his chin and looked at the face mirror in front of him.

Yan Cijing directly put the gift box back in the cabinet, turned to look at her, with weakness in her voice, and a little far-fetched in her tone, "I came because I thought of your coming-of-age ceremony, but my best friend who has been with you for 18 years is not there, and I haven't received a gift from my best friend and can't sleep, so I ......"

Truth be told, it's both.

But now that Nie Danhua has a perception of her as "liking Deng Chujin", then she can't say that part and deepen Nie Danhua's misunderstanding of herself and Deng Chujin.

"Oh? Is it? Nie Danhua raised her eyebrows, her entire eyelids were pulled down by this action, and she was about to merge with her lower eyelids, she casually walked to the side of the bed, sat down in a chic manner, lifted Erlang's legs, and shook her legs vigorously, "Okay, I barely believe you!" ”

The reversal came too quickly, Yan Cijing was stunned next to the cabinet, looking at Nie Danhua who was doing nothing.