A little girl with a double bun hurriedly ran out and draped a thick coat over the woman's shoulders.

"Mom said, your body is delicate and weak, and you can't stand the cold."

The woman who is called cherry red wears a water-red smoke veil, her shoulders are sheared, her waist is like a vegetarian, her skin is like cream, and her breath is like a blue orchid.

The evening breeze was blowing, and the light veil on her body was lifted with the wind, like a fairy who wanted to ride the wind away.

She turned her head, her eyes shining, with spring water looking forward to life.

A black hair is coiled up at will, and only a hollow silver hairpin is inserted obliquely, but it adds to the lazy beauty.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and her delicate lips like flowers were slightly curled, and her smile touched people's hearts.

Raise your hand slightly, pinning a strand of restless hair behind your ear. The raised wrist is as white and greasy as fat.

"Xiaoli, I'm just a little bored, it doesn't matter." Dan's lips opened slightly, and his soft voice was eloquent.

Sakura stands at the stern of the boat, looking out at the bustling crowds and dazzling lights of the market.

There is a faint layer of melancholy between the beautiful eyebrows.

Looking at the girl's sad appearance, Xiaoli was a little distressed.

Although her girl is a prostitute in the Phoenix Flower Workshop. female, but she is talented and affectionate, and she doesn't sell her art.

Xiaoli knows that there has always been a man living in her girl's heart.

Although Xiaoli didn't know who the man's surname was or what he looked like, she felt worthless for her girl.

It had been five years since she was ten years old and had been with the girl.

At every lantern festival in the past five years, the girl would stand here overlooking the long street, waiting for the man to arrive.

From the age of thirteen to eighteen, it is the most precious years of a girl's life.

The girl, however, mistakenly paid this most precious flower season to a prodigal son whose return date was unknown.

The son who fell under the pomegranate skirt of her girl, I don't know how many.

Except for some lascivious people with superficial eyes, there are many young men who really love her girls.

Among them, there are even some people who are willing to marry the media.

It's just that the girl has never been moved.

In other words, her heart has long been filled with another person, and she can no longer stuff anyone else.

Half an hour later, the shouts of Mother Xue came from the painting boat.

Ying Hong sighed shallowly, hiding the sorrow between her eyebrows: "That's it, let's go back." ”

It's just that when she turned around and was about to walk into the cabin, a voice suddenly came from behind her—

"Girl, please stay."

The voice was somewhat familiar.

Sakura's body stiffened slightly, could it be him?

She slowly turned her head and looked expectantly at the source of the voice—

An old face full of wrinkles......

Not him.

Yinghong was a little disappointed, but still asked softly: "Old man, do you have something to do with me?" ”

"Girl, wait a minute," the old man picked up the lantern and handed it to her carefully.

Ying Hong took the lantern, looked at it roughly, and couldn't help but admire: "What a beautiful lantern." ”

"Old man, how much does this lantern cost?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "I don't want money." The girl is destined, and the right should be given to you by me. ”

"How can it be done, this lantern is so exquisite, it must have cost you a lot of effort......"

It's just that before Yinghong finished speaking, the old man hurriedly ran away. He didn't look like an old man at all, but like a strong young man.

"Girl, that old man is so weird." Xiao Li stared at the old man's back and said.

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