Liu Cuihua's cheeks were flushed, and she still refused to admit defeat.

He spat hatefully, and ran away in the mockery of the villagers.

"Wicked woman, there are times when she cries."

Qingyang pursed his lips in disgust and ignored her no longer.

"Yan girl."

Ye Junlan changed the topic with a smile: "I caught so many river mussels again, Qingyang, hurry up and take it and help Yan Yatou resist back." ”

"Good drop."

Qingyang naturally didn't say anything, took the net bag from Ye Xiuyan's hand, and ran away with it.

"Comedy buns."

Ye Xiuyan greeted her younger brother with a smile.

"Here we are."

Bean Bao ran back like a happy pony.

"Send the duck eggs back to my mother."

Ye Xiuyan bent down and transferred the duck eggs in her pocket to the bean bag.

"Okay."

The bean bag was wrapped in his clothes and ran away like joy.

"The water is cold in autumn, so you can go back and change your clothes."

There are a lot of villagers gathered on the riverbank, and Ye Junlan is afraid that there will be too many people, and the little girl is not good at using spells to dry her clothes, so she is sick from the cold, so she hurries to urge.

"It's okay."

Ye Xiuyan would leave him alone on the shore, and smiled indifferently: "When Brother Qingyang comes back, I will go home." ”

Ye Junlan took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her with a smile: "Wipe your face with a silk handkerchief first." ”

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan took it with a smile, and the elegant ambergris poured into the tip of her nose.

Lowering his eyes, the snow-white silk satin is finely embroidered with the first lotus after the rain, the fine stitches, the colors are bright and realistic, like a perfect work of art.

She held the hand of the silk handkerchief for a moment, a little reluctant to use it.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Junlan saw her stunned when she looked at the silk handkerchief, and joked with a smile: "Why don't you wipe your face?" Could it be that Brother Lan has used it? ”

"It's not."

Ye Xiuyan smiled and shook the silk handkerchief: "Brother Lan's silk handkerchief is too clean, I came out of the river, and the water stains on my body are not good." ”

"There are many more big brother Juanpalan."

Ye Junlan smiled with relief: You like to give you a few new ones another day. ”

"No need."

Ye Xiuyan smiled and refused: "Such a good silk handkerchief, it is not suitable to take on me, it will not be rubbed in a few days, it is better to stay in the hands of Brother Lan and use it as a work of art." ”

"Silk handkerchiefs need to be used in order to reflect its value."

Ye Junlan somehow felt a sense of distress.

The cute little girl is reluctant to use even a silk handkerchief.

"Brother Lan is right."

Ye Xiuyan was exquisite, clearly sensed his emotional changes, and smiled understandingly: "It's Xiuyan who is stupid, it's just a handkerchief, how can it be compared to Brother Lan's care." ”

Ye Junlan had a complicated mood: "You girl, you are really thoughtful, and people like it tightly." ”

"Boom."

The sound of horses' hooves, coming from the direction of the east end of the village, attracted everyone's attention.

"Brother Lin is back."

Ye Xiuyan followed the prestige and saw clearly the handsome figure in black hair and black clothes, with shining eyebrows and eyes.

"Came back so soon."

Ye Junlan was also surprised: "It seems that things are going well." ”

"Brother Lin."

Ye Xiuyan raised her arms and cheered loudly: "We are here!" ”

"Yan girl?"

Lin Jingcheng's eyes lit up when he heard the shout, and he flew down from the horse and ran over on the soft sand.

*

"Look at the wagons."

"A lot of wood and bricks were pulled."

"It's a convoy of goods, and you can't see the end at a glance."