Autumn after autumn.

Seven years is not short, but not long.

But sewing up a girl's desperate heart is enough.

This year, Luo Cong'an was fifteen years old.

She grew more and more beautiful, her figure was graceful, and her snow-white hair grew longer and longer until it reached her waist.

Luo Cong'an never thought that cutting it short would save a lot of troubles caused by too long hair.

But the excuse that a person is not easy to take care of is so easy that she never makes up her mind to cut it.

It was another ordinary afternoon.

Luo bought some daily necessities from Anshang Street and returned to the small courtyard.

She also goes out alone occasionally now.

The neighbors in the collar all knew that there was a white-haired girl living in the small courtyard, no matter what they thought in their hearts, at least for Mr. Chen's sake, everyone got along very kindly.

The girl jumped up and down, took a brisk step, and stepped into the small courtyard.

Under the tall old locust tree, she saw the figure in her heart, and the bamboo chair bound to her husband.

The years have not left too many traces on Mr. 's face, but have added a few scattered and dusty charms.

No matter how many times he watches it, Luo Cong'an will still feel amazing.

She stepped forward and leaned over her head.

I saw the man lying on a bamboo chair in a position that would be comfortable for anyone who looked at it, holding a piece of wood in one hand and a small carving knife in the other.

With a flick of the wrist, a lifelike wood carving appeared in the man's hand.

The wood carving is Luo Cong'an's appearance, but the deliberately carved head is very large, and the remaining limbs are extremely short, and what makes people laugh even more is that the neck is almost completely invisible.

Luo Cong'an protested against this several times, but Mr. always refused to compromise, and often shouted, "What do you know, this is called the Q version of Luo Cong'an, and the little one is also very cute......

What kind of words like the Q version, Luo Cong'an couldn't understand it.

But the latter sentence can still be understood, anyway, it's over if she's praising her cuteness.

So Luo Cong'an didn't bother to care.

Mr. usually doesn't have many hobbies, except for occasionally going to the city lord's mansion to play chess, most of the time he spends his time napping in the small courtyard.

This hobby of carving also started a year ago.

Luo Cong'an took the wood carving, looked at it carefully several times, and couldn't help but admire: "Sir, you are really a genius, you are very good at what you do." ”

Chen An looked over, he held his hands behind his head, leaned on the bamboo chair with his upper body, and said casually: "There is no genius, practice makes perfect." ”

Chen An is not lying.

Over the course of the year, he spent most of his time engraving.

In order to store the semi-finished products that had been carved and discarded, he also specially cleared out a utility room and piled them all up there.

Luo Cong'an couldn't help but recall the first time Mr. carved, it was so ugly, except for some stiff lines, he couldn't see his facial features at all.

The point is that Mr. still has to point to the wood carving, saying how similar it is to her, and Luo Cong'an's hair stands on end.

Can I be that ugly?

"No matter, I said that Mr. is amazing, and Mr. is amazing."

The girl's heart was natural, she raised her chin and snorted softly.

Suddenly, a cool autumn breeze blew.

Luo Cong'an didn't feel comfortable, but his heart tightened, and he hurriedly looked at the man on the bamboo chair.

Sure enough, the next moment the man covered his mouth with his hands and coughed lightly.

The cough wasn't so violent, but Luo Cong'an was still very worried.

She trotted into the room, took out a thin blanket, and covered her husband, carefully flattening every corner.

The girl complained: "Sir, I know that I have been in poor health recently, why do I still run out to blow the wind." ”

Chen An smiled indifferently, "The doctors have said that this is just a small problem, I don't even need to catch the medicine, and I will be fine in two days." ”

"That's not to be taken lightly!"

Luo raised his eyebrows from An Liu, crossed his waist and retorted.

Chen An hummed and did not argue.

He almost never argues with others, and his personality has been like this all these years, casual and free.

The girl leaned over again, she actually wanted to get into her husband's arms directly, but now that she was older, she was somewhat ashamed, and she knew that there was a difference between men and women, and she could no longer be as willful as she was when she was a child.

She gently banged her husband's head with her head, and her eyes hid a lot of emotion.

Luo Cong'an said softly: "Sir, do you think we will continue like this forever?" ”

Chen An picked up a square pine wood from the stone table at hand and carved it.

He replied without looking up, "What, I'm bored?" ”

"I asked you to go out and make a few more friends, but you refused, and you still had a cold face, like a big lump of ice ballast."

When Luo Cong'an heard this, the force of hitting Mr. Wang's head was slightly greater, and she said unconvinced: "I don't need friends, they are so ugly, who wants to be friends with them." ”

Chen An was stunned, and his face was strange.

Good guy, I can't believe you're still a heavy face control.

Luo Cong'an continued: "And with Mr., how can I be bored? ”

Her words were full of longing for the future, "If I can get along with my husband like this in the future, even if my life is dull, I am willing." ”

The girl's words were soft and sounded in her ears, like a clear spring.

Chen An's carved hand stopped.

He looked at the blue sky and suddenly felt a little emotional.

"But you are so young, you shouldn't spend it here with me, in this lifeless courtyard."

Luo Cong'an was not happy to listen to this, "I don't understand, why does Mr. always make himself very old, obviously you are not much older than me......"

"Then I think it's pretty big."

"I don't think you think so!"

Anyone who listens to it will feel childish words, but it is the daily life of Mr. Luo Cong'an.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was about to continue speaking, when she suddenly met the eyes of her husband.

It was a pair of black and white, extremely intriguing eyes, staring at her quietly.

Chen An looked at it for a long time before retracting his gaze.

"Sir, what's wrong......?"

Luo Cong'an's voice became quieter, and she felt a little uneasy inexplicably.

Chen An shook his head and did not speak.

……

……

Following.

An immortal master came to Guan Ping City.

This was also the first time Chen An had seen an immortal.

It's not the kind of gossip that pretends to be a ghost and deceives, but a real immortal.

Immortals who can fly in the sky.

For a time, the whole city shook!

Even the city lord was alarmed, and he dragged his chubby body, trembling and kneeling.

But the immortals ignored it.

She had a clear goal, and flew straight towards the small courtyard where Chen An was.

Chen An was still lying on the bamboo chair, not moving.

It was Luo Cong'an who greeted the immortal master, her expression was a little cramped, and she glanced in the direction of her husband from time to time.

The immortal master followed the girl's gaze and caught a glimpse of Chen An, who was motionless, and then frowned slightly, and a touch of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

But she didn't say much, but stared at Luo Cong'an tightly.

"You, are you willing to follow me for immortality, can you get the Great Dao?"

This was the first sentence that the immortal master said.

(End of chapter)