Today, Jiang Zhiyue and the others came to Zhangjia Village to look for relatives, and it was already afternoon, and everyone felt that they didn't say a word, and the sun began to fall.

No matter how reluctant the Zhang family is, they can't stay any longer.

The Zhang family has built few houses, and they don't have enough time to live by themselves, and the Zhang family has no place to live if they want to.

But now that I know that everyone is living well and where they live, there will definitely be many opportunities to get together in the future.

Before leaving, everyone in the Jiang family left behind the food fabrics they brought.

Before leaving, Zhang took out the ten taels of silver given by Mrs. Jiang before leaving the door and handed it to Mr. Zhang.

Jiang Zhiyue also took ten taels of silver and added it.

Where is Old Man Zhang willing to ask for it, he hurriedly refused: "What is this for, what can you do if you give us the silver."

Jiang Zhiyue put the silver in Old Man Zhang's arms and held down the hand he wanted to refuse.

She said softly, "Grandpa, you keep the silver, take the money and let your uncle and uncle go to the town to get some medicine to take care of your body, and your aunt and cousin, if you have anything missing, you can add it, and we will come to see you another day."

In the evening, when Old Man Jiang and Jiang Yuqing came back, they were very happy to know that Zhang's family had found it.

However, when Jiang Zhiyue and the others returned to Jiang's house, it was already dark, and they could only see the shadow reflected by the moonlight on the way over.

After returning home, the Zhang family told Mrs. Jiang about the Zhang family, and the old lady sighed again and again.

The days flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day of the first month.

Jiang Zhiyue's plans were also written about the same, and she was ready to start when the New Year's Festival passed.

Jiang's family also knows what Jiang Zhiyue is busy writing these days, and everyone only vaguely knows a rough idea.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moon in the sky was exceptionally round.

After eating dinner and chatting for a while, the Jiang family planned to lock up.

It's just that Jiang Zhiyue's door bolt was just fastened, and someone knocked on the door outside the door. In the silent night, Jiang Zhiyue also heard a slightly undulating wheezing sound.

"Childe."

After calming down, the person outside the door called softly.

Jiang Zhiyue heard the voice and immediately picked the door bolt again.

She opened the door, and Ou Yangming stood outside alone.

Jiang Zhiyue looked behind him and didn't find anyone.

Jiang Zhiyue asked, "What about Li Da and Li Wen?"

Aren't those two his little followers, why aren't they here today?

Ou Yangming was a little unhappy that Jiang Zhiyue had put his mind on those two people, but he still replied, "The two of them went on a mission."

"Oh." Jiang Zhiyue didn't really know what the two of them were doing.

She leaned over and said, "Come in."

After Ou Yangming walked in, Jiang Zhiyue put the door back on the bolt and lock.

The rest of the Jiang family either went back to their own house, or they were about to go back, and when they heard that Ou Yangming was coming, they inevitably walked out again.

The old lady and the old man had already fallen asleep, and no one bothered them.

Jiang Zhiyue asked, "Why did you come here so late, have you eaten?"

After fifteen, it is not considered the New Year's Festival, in order to rush back to see Jiang Zhiyue, Ou Yangming naturally did not eat, but he said, "I just passed by to take a look, and I have eaten."

It was too late to talk, Jiang Yuchao couldn't drive him away when he saw that Ou Yangming came over so late.

arranged for Ou Yangming to stay in the last room.

Jiang Zhiyue and Ou Yangming lived next to each other, and Ou Yangming sent Jiang Zhiyue to the door of the house, and handed her a simple small box when she was about to enter.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at the small box handed to her and reached out to take it. The wooden box appears to have been cut out improvisely, with unsmoothed edge wood chips on it. "New Year's gift?"

Jiang Zhiyue remembered that when she met Li Wen a few years ago, he said that Ou Yangming had prepared a gift for her.

It seems that this is the thing in front of you.

Ou Yangming didn't know that the matter of preparing the gift had already been leaked by Li Wen's guy. He was a little dark at the moment, as if he hadn't slept well for many days.

It's just that at the moment he smiled extraordinarily happily, and he nodded yes.

Under the moonlight, the son was as warm as jade, and Jiang Zhiyue couldn't associate Ou Yangming with the imaginary villain who was like a murderer.

If everything goes according to the original plot in the book, what will be his ending Ouyang Ming saw that she was a little stunned, and reminded, "Do you want to open it and see if you like it?" "Hmm."

Jiang Zhiyue came back to her senses and lowered her head to open the small wooden box.

There was a hosta lying quietly in the box, and the hosta was also decorated with a few small pearls, and she took the hairpin in her hand and held up some to reflect the moonlight.

Underneath the hairpin, she felt a few small bumps, and she leaned in front of her to look at them.

But the night was too dark, Jiang Zhiyue couldn't see what it was, but the touch felt like two small words.

This is already the second hairpin that Jiang Zhiyue has received in the past two days.

But obviously, she still prefers the one she has now.

She happily raised her head and looked at Ou Yangming and thanked her, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Ou Yangming also laughed, he had only been able to sleep for two hours for many days, and he had to take time out of his break to carve this hairpin.

But at this moment, listening to Jiang Zhiyue's voice and looking at her smile, it seems that the fatigue has dissipated a lot.

And in Jiang Yuchao and Zhang's room, which is separated from this room at both ends, Jiang Yuchao is bending over the window and looking out.

He lifted the cotton curtain covering the window, opened the window and looked at Jiang Zhiyue's house.

Zhang looked at him and looked out without even caring about his image, and said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yuchao said angrily: "That kid, he came in the middle of the night, and he is still pestering our daughter not to go back to the house."

Zhang smiled and complained, "It's not that you don't know, Zhiyue and Xiao Ming have a good relationship, and these two words are still in the way of your eyes. 1

Jiang Yuchao didn't listen to it so much, he just saw that this Ou Yangming had bad intentions, and the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. He pinched his throat and coughed heavily, shouting outside, "It's late at night, Zhiyue hurry up and go to sleep."

Jiang Zhiyue suddenly heard Jiang Yuchao's voice and was excited, obviously she hadn't done anything, but she felt a sense of weakness for no reason.

She reflexively put her hand down and held the hairpin in her hand.

Jiang Zhiyue turned sideways, looked at her father's room and replied, "Got it, father."

After finishing speaking, she turned around again and said to Ou Yangming, "You should go back quickly."

Back in the room, Jiang Zhiyue took out a mirror from the space, put the hairpin that Ou Yangming gave her on the bun and tried it on, then took it off satisfactorily and put it in the box, and then put it on the table.

The table in Jiang Zhiyue's house is next to the window, and Jiang Zhiyue will open the window to breathe in during the day.

Early the next morning, after Jiang Zhiyue got up, he hooked the cotton curtains that blocked the window on both sides as usual, and then used two wooden sticks to prop up the window.

With the window propped up, she stood by the window and did a full set of stretches.

When she made the last move, she bent down and saw through the crook of her arm that Ou Yangming happened to pass by outside the window.

Ou Yangming frowned and was puzzled: "What are you?"

She finished her last movement before standing up straight, her face slightly red from the blood congestion of her brain as she bent over.

She explained as she moved her arms, "Stretching, I can still grow taller."

Ou Yangming nodded as if he didn't understand, looked at Jiang Zhiyue's size and said seriously, "You are not low anymore."

Ouyang Ming wasn't coaxing her with this.

Although Jiang Zhiyue was not even his chin in front of him, she was already much taller than the other women.

Jiang Zhiyue was a little dissatisfied, she used to be more than 1.7 meters tall, but now she is only 1.65 meters at most.

So she wants to be longer.

However, she didn't dwell too much on this matter, and wiped the sweat from her head.

Ou Yangming's smiling eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyue, and he happened to catch a glimpse of a beautiful-looking box on the stack of papers on the desk in front of the windowsill.

The box was open, and inside was a wooden hairpin.

Ou Yangming knew that Jiang Zhiyue also had a wooden hairpin, and he just felt that the wooden hairpin was not worthy of Jiang Zhiyue, so he carved a hosta for her.