Dadu, the capital.

Today's weather is not very good, it looks foggy early in the morning, and the shadows and outlines of the faint scenery are revealed in the white expanse, making it difficult to see clearly. Although there is often fog in the capital, it will still look dry, which is completely different from the scene of smoke in March in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

The grass in front of me has just changed from dry yellow to light green, and the grass flakes are carefully stretched out of the moist soil, and there are lovely dew drops hanging on it, although it is inconspicuous, but it also represents a kind of hope and life.

However, the early spring season is always a little cold, as the so-called "spring cold is steep". The wind was blowing, and the branches and leaves of a few weeping willows that had just sprouted were blown apart.

On the grass, there are scattered houses, and since this is on the outskirts of the capital, there are usually no people to see.

The house seemed to be the place where the peasants lived, and behind the house there was a large paddy field that had not yet been planted, and a winding field path winded into the distance, winding into the low hills that rose one after another in the distance. On both sides of the road, wild flowers with unknown names grow naturally, and they are colorful in a variety of colors: red, yellow, purple, and white...... It is a good season for a hundred flowers to bloom and bud to be bloomed!

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the other side of the path, holding a leather whip in one hand, driving the ox slowly forward, and in the other hand half-holding an unknown wildflower that had just been picked, squinting at the sun-lit dew on the petals of the wildflower.

She was a young girl in her twentieth year, her brown and black hair was combed into a plain braid, hanging high from the back of her head to her waist, and even a strand of hair seemed to hang mischievously next to her cheeks.

The woman was born quite beautiful, and the dark eyebrow line was so delicate that it seemed to have been carefully depicted by a fine brush, outlining a clear eyebrow peak. Her long eyelashes were slightly curved upward, her black eyes were wide open, and the black and white eye sockets seemed to be able to see the bright and shining brilliance of the stars, showing a kind of innocence and indescribable moving appearance that was not deeply involved in the world!

Coupled with her slightly reddened cheeks and the beads of sweat slightly soaked from the tip of her nose, it really made the eyes of those who saw it bright, and then involuntarily praised: "What a beautiful embryo that captivates the country and the city!"

"Hee-————" the girl smiled as she herded the cow into the barn-fence, and then she walked briskly to one of the houses. I don't know what she thought of, but she laughed out loud.

"Jingle Bell———— Jingle Bell ————"

When she gently pushed open the wooden door with a small jade hand, a group of light and simple bells made of bronze hanging from the lintel struck each other, making a crisp bell, which was very pleasant. At first glance, it was made by a wonderful person with a delicate mind.

The girl walked into the house with small steps, and blew out the white candle and brass lamp that lit the room with her cherry lips, and then she couldn't help but look at the thin single bed that came out of the south wall of the house as if she were very entangled.

The first thing that catches your eye is the light gauze tent with lilac lace hanging high on the beam and hanging down on the other side of the bed. The presence of a faint fragrance wafting in the house and a bouquet of fresh wildflowers by the window are strong evidence that this is a woman's boudoir.

Unexpectedly, lying on the bed was a pale-faced man. His brows furrowed, and the corners of his closed eyes twitched slightly nervously, indicating that the man was not in a stable state. But even in his sleep, the man still looked indifferent and indifferent.

His figure was very shapely, but he looked slightly thin, and through the white shirt he was wearing, the slightly bulging muscles of the man's body could still be clearly seen. His hands clutched tightly on the thin quilt that covered him, and his mouth occasionally spat out some whispers that no one could understand between breaths.

The girl looked at him as if she was in a trance, and at some point a seductive flush appeared on her cheeks like a flying flower. In all fairness, if it comes to temperament and appearance, she is not inferior to Zhou Yuqian, and unlike Zhou Yuqian's brutality, this woman seems to be born with a quiet temperament.

It wasn't until the thin brass pipe wind chimes hanging above the roof beams and in front of the wooden door were blown by a breeze and once again made a crisp sound like a jade bead on a plate, that the woman woke up from a dream and held her somewhat hot little face in embarrassment.

She muttered involuntarily, hurriedly picked up a basin of water on the table beside her as if to disguise, walked to the pool in front of the door to receive water, and then took out a small pink handkerchief from her bosom, submerged it in the water, gently twisted it with her hand a few times before taking it out, sat down on the corner of the bed and gently wiped the face of the sleeping man with the half-wet handkerchief.

The woman gently stroked the man's smooth and smooth forehead with a pair of small and green hands, and also soothed the lingering sorrow and haze between the man's eyebrows. The man in the coma was unconscious, but unexpectedly slowed down his breathing a little,

It also made the corners of the girl's mouth quietly curl up a subtle arc that was not noticed when she wiped it carefully.

Just as she stood up and was about to turn around, she suddenly felt a darkness in front of her, and her eyes were covered with her hands.

"Guess who I am, you only have one chance!" Before the girl could exclaim, a yin and yang voice that deliberately lowered her voice sounded in the woman's ears.

She was startled, hurriedly removed the shield in front of her with her hand, turned her head to look at the person in surprise, and whispered, "Sister Yuqian, why are you here?!"

That's right, the person who came was probably eighteen or nineteen years old, with crooked eyebrows, big eyes, small cherry mouths, small pink faces, dressed in an aqua blue satin dress, and a pair of pale pink boots on his feet, and a savage energy from his bright big eyes. Although he is not very old, his figure is very well developed, and he is a beauty who is one in a million, and it is undoubtedly Zhou Yuqian.

Hearing this, Zhou Yuqian's eyes darkened, and she couldn't help but lower her head, and said anxiously: "I...... I'm coming to see my brother————Oh! No, I'm coming to see you!"

But the girl chuckled and said softly, "Oh, aren't you here to see your brother?"

With that, she pursed her lips again, and pouted in the direction of the young man lying on the bed, her voice was crisp and moving, like the yellow bird out of the valley, and there was an indescribable teasing in her tone.

"Dead Nizi," Zhou Yuqian blushed and said in shame: "If you talk nonsense again, I will ignore you!"

"What?" The girl also looked not to be outdone, and said, "The day before yesterday, when you sent him over, my sister cried like pear blossoms and rain, and I saw a tender look of pity? ”

"I didn't—" Zhou Yuqian was only halfway through her words before she stopped, her cheeks as hot as if they had been rendered by fiery roses. She was annoyed, but she rolled her eyes and laughed softly: "My little sister Lin Zhiqing, I'm afraid that the person who is fascinated by the lover is you, right?"

Lin Zhiqing's little sister giggled after hearing this, her body trembled like a slender flower branch, she pursed her lips, and finally stopped laughing, and said to Zhou Yuqian: "Sister is so knowledgeable, haven't you heard the word "want to cover up?"

"Hate-" The two good sisters laughed for a while, completely ignoring Shi Rui who was lying on the bed next to him. Finally, Lin Zhiqing, who was still well-behaved and sensible, remembered this incident, and on the one hand grabbed a dishonest hand that wanted to tickle her, and said softly on the other side: "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Sister, what are you doing here?"

"Hmph. Zhou Yuqian wrinkled her delicate little nose coquettishly, twisted her head to the side, and hummed softly: "I, I'm here...... I'm here to see how far he's recovered. As she said the last sentence, a rare touch of tenderness came out of her eyes.

Lin Zhiqing happened to see it, and she was stunned for a while, and the two daughters were in the same room in the wooden house, but they were speechless.

......

"What are you doing, girls?" suddenly the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a man in a green shirt walked in, with a smile on his face, like a ...... It's as warm as the sun on a spring day.

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