"You still look at it, if you look at it again, you're going to fall in, and I don't know if you can help me, it's very heavy!"

In the early morning, the crisp sound came from the tea fields of Daluo Mountain, startling the dew on a certain green leaf, causing many Li people who were bending down to work in the tea fields to raise their heads and look at the source of the sound.

It turned out to be a young girl, wearing the costumes of the Li people, her little face was red and fluttering, and she was wearing a string of golden shining things around her white neck, which was shaking with the movement of the big tea basket with great difficulty, and the jingle bell was ringing pleasantly.

In the pavilion under the tea field, the white shirt that reached to the waist moved, and the two legs that were lying on the wooden board were reversed, and the buttocks, which were a little sore because of holding a position for a long time, were relieved by a moment's movement, and a tingling sensation came, so the young man couldn't help but hum with satisfaction.

With a "bang", the girl put down the tea frame with great effort, tried her best to round the pair of beautiful eyes, and said angrily,

"If you don't raise your eyebrows, you're going to be lazy!"

After finishing speaking, the little girl quickly walked up the stone steps a few times, snatched the book from the young man's hand, held it in her ear, and raised her chin slightly, a posture that you quickly move the nest for me or not, I will not return it to you.

"Huh?"

The young man screamed and sat up suddenly, he wanted to complain a few words This is the key plot of the talented and beautiful woman entering the cave room, how can you interrupt, but when he saw Jingya's slightly bulging cheeks, he turned his head to look at the big tea basket on the side, and he didn't feel a little weak, so he reached out and took the book away from the girl's ear, and said helplessly while folding the page,

"Words can't be used indiscriminately, and I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet!"

"It's not called this to make you stretch your brows, look at you, you're young, your brows are twisted like a wife in her seventies and eighties, and you don't have the appearance you should have at all!"

Fang Jingya stretched out her delicate fingers like green onion and poked Chu Zhanyan's eyebrows, looking old-fashioned.

Indeed, the young man's face is white, his cheeks are slightly thin, if you just look at the face, it can definitely be regarded as a scholar's style, but the eyebrows are thick and sharp, and the distance between the bones is short, resulting in the distance between the two eyebrows is also short, plus the few small scars in the center of the eyebrows, it looks like he is frowning, calling the name of Zhanyan, but there is a wide and serious face, which looks a little resolute and cold, and also a little strange stiffness.

The girl once smiled and said that anyone who saw him Chu Zhanyan might not be able to forget it, even if he forgot his face, he could remember his eyebrows......

Thinking about the two years when the Fang clan fished Chu Zhanyan out of the pit with blood, this guy could still blink, when Fang Jingya was holding the white cloth herbs, the first reaction when he saw him at first time was,

Isn't this guy's sweetheart abducted by a son-in-law, and he can't find revenge?

Thoughts lead the body, so that the first polite tentative question comes to the lips,

"Why did you get beaten?"

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, unexpectedly straightforward.

Like an old friend

Perhaps it was this pure knee-jerk reaction when they first met that made the key to the two not separating each other in the future, Fang Jingya was not as polite as the clansmen to Chu Zhanyan, a foreigner, and made a lot of jokes.

The nondescript name of "not raising eyebrows" was naturally also thought up by her, saying that she would only open her eyes all night long and repay her life for not raising her eyebrows, taken from "Sorrowful Huai" or something, which is both elegant and suitable, and it complements Chu Zhanyan's bitter and hateful eyebrows.

Chu Zhanyan didn't feel it, and he didn't think it was appropriate, although that Qianying had been gone for three years, and in some ways it was somewhat similar to the bitterness of that Yuan family, but that was not the reason why he liked it! Not to mention that he wasn't like this originally.

"It's all to blame on that old monster, when I get better, I will never spare him, and those few fish in Zhoushan, I have to pull out your swagger, and Cheng Jing jumped high and jumped through a door, what kind of natural keel is it? I was a child and hopscotch with my senior brother!

"You think I want to?"

Thinking of these, Chu Zhanyan couldn't help but be annoyed in his heart, hatefully picked up the tea frame, and didn't forget to reply to the girl when he turned around, and walked into the moist and refreshing tea field.

When he was a child, the master taught him to repay his kindness, he has always done very well, not to mention the great grace of being saved when he was dying, although he didn't know how to do it, but he should always do what he could before he was injured, and he liked it very much, surrounded by mountains and maple leaves, several villages with several cows and sheep, and the air was much cleaner than some places outside the world of Xianfu......

I don't know where I thought of it, the young man sneered in a low voice, and the force of lifting his feet and falling couldn't help but be a little heavier, and he stepped on the wet soil with a deep footprint.

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The night of late autumn is a little cool, the fog of Daluo Mountain is getting thicker, the continuous black looks a little hazy and terrifying, the gate outside the village has long been bound by the hemp rope, the fire on the watchtower jumps, and the Li men are vigilantly patrolling back and forth with the handle of the knife.

Daluo Mountain is very large and wide, and it is also very barbaric, a few years ago, because of the iron-fisted methods of the Tang Emperor, there were many fewer bandits and bandits, and they have not been seen again for many years, but the demons are still there, those who are more treacherous than the beasts and the wisdom that is not weaker than human beings, has always been the most effective weapon for the old people of the Li nationality to scare naughty children, and it is also the bloody theme that gushes out when countless men have a big bowl of liquor in their throats.

In a bamboo house somewhere in Lizhai, Fang Jingya sat quietly cross-legged at the head of the bed, her legs covered with a thickened quilt, a roll of gray-brown bamboo slips with gray-brown skin spread on the quilt, the white and slender arms that were exposed outside the inner sleeves hung down on her knees, the palms of her hands were upward, her five fingers were naturally bent, her eyes were slightly closed, her little face was quiet, and her breathing was even and weak, as if she was meditating.

The incense burner on the small table at the head of the bed is burning with herbs, the bamboo sticks are lying on the edge of the window, and the autumn insects are singing songs that have not been around for a long time, drifting into the bamboo house along the breeze through the window cracks, disturbing the pale gray incense.

"Hoo ......"

Very suddenly, a fresh breeze came out of thin air, and the incense drifting in the house was suddenly stirred into countless small whirlpools, and the singing of autumn insects outside the window stopped abruptly, as if it had been decapitated.

The candle flame was shaking uneasily, the small silhouette of the girl on the bamboo wall jumped, and the young man who was washing his face somewhere raised his head full of water stains, and the scar between his eyebrows moved, staring at a firefly that had strayed into the basin and was desperately struggling to fly again, as if he was a little angry......

"Still won't work!"

The girl opened her eyes and sighed softly, looking at the very subtle and rapidly dissipating cyclone in the palm of her hand, feeling the warmth of the departure under the flesh and blood of her arms, and a slight tiredness and self-deprecation flashed in her water-clear eyes.

Mortal bodies, rootless pings, and hundreds of insects are all destined.

It's hard to change.

At least, it is far from enough to rely on the liking and stubbornness of one cavity, as well as the volume of the Tuna Famen "Zhou Tian Detailed Explanation" soaked in sweat on the rotten street.

"Don't mind, God is a very picky master!"

Wudi, the girl's mind recalled what Chu Zhanyan had said, which made her stunned, and then a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her mood suddenly became as refreshing as a rainy day, she got out of bed, pushed open the window, stood on tiptoe with both hands on the edge of the window, leaned out half of her body, took a deep breath of the fresh air of Daluo Mountain like an intoxicated person, and muttered to herself,

"You're right, the old man is very picky, but I won't give up, he won't give it to me, I'll scratch his itch, break his fingers, and stick Luo Zila into his nose, there is no cow in the village that can stand this, and neither can the bluestone of the second mother's house next door!"

"Fluff!"

As soon as the girl's words fell, a firefly flew over in the night, I don't know if it was because it was contaminated with clear water, it flew crookedly, and the sound of its wings sounding like a moth, stumbling, flickering past the window, and disappearing into the deeper darkness.

"Hee ......"

Fang Jingya looked at the chubby firefly, thinking that it was so silly and interesting to fly, and suddenly it was no wonder that it still had the strength to fly at this time, it turned out to be plump and cold-resistant, so she felt even more interesting, and couldn't help but chuckle.

In another place in Li Village, Chu Zhanyan casually shook off the water droplets in his hand, pulled the towel and wiped it, and said to himself while wiping,

"Seeing that it is the season of the golden autumn insects, you are going to fly on a special case, look, fall into the basin, I have to pull you, I don't know where you come from, half a pair of books and wings are instigated, if the old dragon had your three points of anger, why would he fall into the middle of the mountain of silver ashes? No one collected the corpse, not to mention, the family property was robbed by a few fish!"

As he spoke, the young man couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, and he didn't know whether he was sighing about the impermanence of the world, or sighing at the dragon prince who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with that serious face, he looked like an old man shaking a fan under the bamboo forest at the entrance of the village, and he was rotten and decorative.