I couldn't help but smile on my face, and I didn't know why I was smiling so happily, as if the remaining vitality in my chest was infinitely expanded, and the whole person became energetic, and all the fear, fear, and residual thoughts were gone.

But seeing that his eyes were full of a sad joy, she also became happy, and smiled, and her voice was tender like water: "What's the matter? Ye Jia, why do you look at me like this? ”

There was a faint hint of joy between the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and his lips moved slightly, unable to answer. Miao Lian reached out and wiped the corners of her mouth, feeling a faint trace of dust.

She suddenly realized, although there was no mirror, but she also guessed her embarrassment, and her whole gray face.

The glory and wealth of the past, the charm and charm, I don't dare to think about it.

At this moment, she is the most ordinary housewife, the most ordinary woman in the world. However, in his eyes, it is the most beautiful flower in the world. The vitality of this flower was so tenacious that it affected him and gave her enough strength and vitality.

He kept staring at her.

"Ye Jia, am I ugly now?"

The smile in the corner of his eyes was even more obvious, Feng Miaolian could see it clearly, and this time, there was no doubt - he was indeed laughing, and he could laugh! How nice.

Her voice was faint: "A real warrior, dare to face your face without makeup." ”

Ye Jia's eyes picked up, revealing a relaxed joy she had never seen before. Miao Lian burst out laughing.

Despite the pain, but, under a smile, it seems that the pain of the past, these ups and downs experienced, and the unpredictability of the future can be thrown out of the clouds.

That was the last glimmer of hope in his heart - if he could only do this to another world, then he wished to have her by his side.

As long as she is by her side, no matter how big the wind and rain and danger are, even if she is ruined and in a different place, what is it?

Under the light of the fire, the night suddenly became less cold.

The dry and hard cold steamed buns melt in boiling water, and with a slight addition of condiments, they become unusually soft and delicious. The smell of boiled noodles spreads through the air, and the strange taste is amazing. Miao Lian took the bowl, put it to his lips, and fed it spoonful by spoonful.

He forced him to drink most of the bowl before she ate all the rest of the noodle soup.

Ye Jia kept staring at her when she did these things, and he should have felt puzzled, but at this moment, he was not surprised by anything.

Feng Miaolian was unconscious, and just said lightly and casually: "I used to cook and eat by myself. When I was a child, I was so poor that I couldn't eat anything good, and later, in those days when my parents died in a car accident, I was so hungry that I learned to cook for myself, because I wanted to save, so I chose the cheapest everything, and over time, even shredded potatoes could be fried in 12 different ways......"

Those who speak are indifferent, and those who listen are also indifferent. At that time, she had quietly become another person, whether it was soul or body, she was no longer the same her, perhaps, she had never concealed anything in front of him, even if the emperor didn't know, but Ye Jia knew it all the time, this was also a secret between the two of them, or a common sharing.

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