"Weiwei has returned to Beijing, and my mother is not the kind of person who is talkative. Don't worry, she won't say anything. Lu Tingchen touched her head and comforted.

Chu Jiu didn't like him touching his head so affectionately, as if the two of them really had something.

"I still want to explain." She insisted.

Lu Tingchen was a little confused, thought about it, and said, "Then I'll take you over." With that, he naturally took her hand and walked out.

Chu Jiu hurriedly broke away from his hand, "Don't touch me." ”

Lu Tingchen had no choice but to let go of her hand and looked at her helplessly.

The two of them went out of the tent one after the other.

Chu Jiu saw his long hair hanging down on his chest, and then he remembered that his hair was still scattered, so he hurriedly trotted forward and grabbed Lu Tingchen's arm, "Give me back the hairpin." ”

When Lu Tingchen saw her long hair scattered, he remembered something, took out her hairpin from his arms, and handed it back to her.

Chu Jiu also noticed at this time that his right arm was injured, and there were still blood stains on his sleeves that had not dried up.

She paused, reached out to take it, then turned her back and pulled her long hair back in a neat motion.

Looking at the woman who was arranging her hair, Lu Tingchen suddenly said, "You hairpin, but what is the origin?" ”

Chu Jiu paused, but quickly continued to take care of his hair.

Lu Tingchen thought that she didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask again.

However, although the hairpin is made of wood, the pattern on it is very complicated and exquisite, enough to see that the person who carved this hairpin used a lot of thought at the beginning.

He thought thoughtfully.

At this time, Chu Jiu pulled her hair, turned around, and looked at the man's handsome face, she raised her hand and touched the hairpin, and couldn't help but explain: "This is the wooden hairpin that my father made for me before his death." ”

Lu Tingchen was a little surprised.

He had already guessed that this hairpin must have a deep meaning to Chu Jiu, but he didn't expect that it was made for her by her father.

"Your dad must love you very much." Finally, he said softly.

Chu Jiu's face was a little gloomy, and he gently turned his face away and didn't speak again.

"The wooden hairpin is also engraved with the word Ruoxue, is that your original name?" Lu Tingchen asked suddenly.

Chu Jiu clenched his fingers, and only let go after a moment did he nod slightly, "Hmm." ”

"Then you ......"

"My surname is Lan." Chu Jiu knew what he wanted to ask and interrupted him.

Lu Tingchen looked at the top of her hair, probably not expecting her to tell herself so happily, reacting, a pleasant color flashed between his eyebrows, "Lan Ruoxue?" ”

Hearing this name, Chu Jiu was in a trance.

When she came back to her senses, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and lowered her head, not wanting Lu Tingchen to see her fragile appearance at this time.

She didn't expect that she would tell him her original name so easily.

She obviously hated him.

But when he read her name, she actually heard a lingering taste, which reminded her of the childhood years that were sealed in her memory.

"Your name is the ninth day of the first month, is it because your birth date is on the ninth day of the first month?" Lu Tingchen then asked. He knew that the names of these secret guards around the emperor were all taken according to the day they were born.

Like the first day of junior high school, his birthday is on the first day of the first month of a certain month, and the seventh day of the new year is the same, so he asked.

Chu Jiu looked at the sunset in the sky for a long time before nodding.

"What month is it?"

Chu Jiu paused and glanced sideways at him, "You have a lot to talk about today." ”。

Lu Tingchen hooked his lips and said good-naturedly: "You don't talk much, I can only talk a little more, one of the two of us is a stuffy gourd." ”