Don’t Learn Mandarin Ducks

    Li Jingyun stopped talking, but his hand was not loose, he went all the way into the owner's house, and pulled out the potion to wash her wound.

    The back was numb, and Huayue struggled twice: "No need."

    There is only a bloodstain, and the skin is broken.

    Li Jingyun didn't listen, she pulled a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around her hand three times.

    The corners of her mouth twitched, Huayue held up her zongzi-like hand and shook her head. The son-in-law is the son-in-law, how can ordinary people make such a fuss when they live their lives.

    The bags were all packed, and she was too lazy to unpack them, so she got up and went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

    The man followed her step by step.

    "Sir." She was annoyed, "What do you mean?"

    "Can't follow?" He raised his eyebrows.

    "You are an adult, go wherever you like to go." Huayue looked back at him, "but what's the point of you always following me, a man walks wide roads and not alleys, not to mention following a woman people?"

    "I'm happy."

      The things in the lake, let her look into it sharply, without the slightest defense or counterattack.

    She looked a little stunned.

    This is hard work, do you want to be soft with her? Hua Yue thought it was funny, this man really doesn't know how to coax people. Even if he uses soft means, there is no such thing as him. What's the use of just following along? Besides, it won't last long, he always has to go back to Beijing.

    Thinking about it like this, Hua Yue felt much more relaxed, and let him follow around, just pretending he didn't exist.

    As a result, the people in the town gradually discovered that the new adult was interested in the shopkeeper of Yin's Clothing Village, and followed up, not shy of gossip. With him there, the local ruffians never went to Buzhuang to find trouble again. Even the tax collector didn't stop when he passed the Buzhuang, and ran very fast. It was the shopkeeper who chased after the yamen and took the initiative to pay taxes.

    Some people say that the shopkeeper has climbed a high branch, and Buzhuang can't tell when he has to take it out and follow others to enjoy the happiness.

    However, day after day, Buzhuang opened well, and the adult was still just following the shopkeeper.

    Huayue has become accustomed from being uncomfortable at the beginning. You can see him when you open the door early in the morning, when you go out to buy vegetables, when you come back to cook, when you take your children out for a walk, when you are in the lights He also has him at work.

    When she was angry, she blocked the door and asked him: "Can you let me go?"

    Li Jingyun looked down at her, her voice still hoarse from staying up all night to read documents: "Then have you let me go?"

    Nonsense, why didn't she let him go? Hua Yue's face darkened, and she counted him with her fingers: "Did I give you the child you want?"

    "You're tired of me, and you're outside, do I care?"

    "The child is born, the position of the mistress of your house, shall I let it?"

    "I won't let you go, so what does it mean to let you go?!"

      "

    The eyes moved slightly, Li Jingyun looked at her, her Adam's apple choked up and down.

    "If I really have no conscience, you should be locked up in Jinghua's mansion now."

     Keep a child, I'm tired of talking about you, so you can't be obedient and bow your head to me."

    Hua Yue's chest heaved with anger, and she wanted to shoot it with one palm.

    The wrist was grabbed by him, and the fingers were slowly separated and held in the palm of the hand.

    Li Jingyun softened his tone: "Many people who refuse to bow their heads are in the hands of the Lord. But with you, you really refuse to be low, then I will low, low enough that you are willing Just settle the bill with me like this."

    Indifference is more terrible than resentment. In these days, what he worries most is not that she hates him, but that she still refuses to speak to him. Fortunately, fortunately, she still has resentment in her heart, then There is still salvation.

    Hand back quickly, Hua Yue said with a cold face, "Don't think it's over."

    "Okay." He responded, "We're not done."

    "Whoever can't finish with you, it's over, it's over!" She crossed her waist and said, "The girl who can sing and dance in your Qifeng Tower likes to sing "Don't Hate" You were the only guest that day, sitting on the top and listening to people singing half-clothed, do you remember the words?"

    Shaking his head without thinking, Li Jingyun said, "I don't remember."

    It's quick to get rid of it, Huayuepi said with a smile: "You don't remember I remember."

      "

    She imitated the girl's appearance, pinched her cuffs to cover her eyes, and looked up at him in a coquettish manner.

    Li Jingyun smiled lowly: "Where did you learn it."

    She turned her face back, Huayue said, "I was standing next to you at that time for half an hour."

    "..." With a tight heart, Li Jingyun grabbed her sleeve and glanced at her face uneasily.

    "Don't worry, where are you going, and so on." She brushed him away, turned and walked out, "I advise you not to waste your time, I'm a dog , take revenge."

    The water-red skirt fluttered in the wind and mercilessly drifted to the end of the corridor, Li Jingyun stared blankly, her lips were white.

    "Dad!" Youjie and Shi Xiang hid in the corner and watched, and called him anxiously.

    He returned to his senses, turned his head to look over, and saw two little dumplings winking at him desperately.

    Chase, what are you doing!

    Concentrating, Li Jingyun pursed his lips and strode toward the shadow in front of him.

    "It's difficult." Wen Guzhi stood behind and shook his head sighingly, "It's too difficult."

    Xu Changyi wondered: "Didn't you say that as long as they are willing to quarrel, they will not be far from reconciliation?"

    "I'm not saying that reconciliation is difficult." Wen Guzhi laughed, looking at the back of the third master, "I mean, if the third master wants to turn over in the future, it will be too difficult. Difficult."

    In relationships, people who are reluctant have always been left behind. The third master was reluctant before, but he refused to reveal it, so Mrs.-in-law naturally couldn't handle it. This time it was good, all the weak points were handed over, and they could only be slaughtered.

    However, he likes this kind of third master, fresh and interesting, unlike the man on the battlefield, who is so indifferent that he doesn't take his own life for several times.

    "We have to go back, right?" Xu Changyi looked at the sky, "I have to go back to Jinghua in advance to help with the management, the military merit is great, it is the time when the power is high, don't let people catch the little braids. it is good."

    Wen Gu gave him a glance and said, "Third Master thinks much more than you."

    Several pavilions in the city have quietly changed their owners, and a few secret letters were sent to the imperial study. Zhou Hemin should also understand what attitude Li Jingyun had.

     Zhou Hemin tried on the newly made dragon robe, and there was no joy on his face. He stood in the empty Daxiong Hall, and everywhere he looked, he felt that they were all boring mortals.

    He wanted to ask how the girl who hid peanut cakes was doing now, but with her current status and status, she could no longer speak about it.

    "Your Majesty." The confidant said respectfully, "Master Li has sent a secret letter."

    This man is interesting, but unfortunately he has not been willing to return to Beijing. Zhou Hemin held the secret letter and guessed what he would say. Do you want him to be named a marquis or military power?

    However, when I opened the secret letter, there was a picture inside.

    The **** the painting is outlined in three or two strokes, which is very gentle and moving. She leans on the tall man next to her, and is accompanied by two lively and lovely children.

    The background is a plain blue tile with low eaves.

    Zhou Hemin squinted, watched for a while, and couldn't help but scolded.

    What a bummer.

    Glancing at the long letter, he snorted, put the letter in the palace lantern and burned it, then rolled the picture and stuffed it into his sleeve.

    The autumn in Jinghua is not beautiful at all, bleak and deserted, but the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is different, and there are beautiful landscapes everywhere.

    Su Miao was lying in the painting boat, looking at the letter just delivered, she was overjoyed. She was resting on Shen Zhiluo's leg. The man stared coldly at the scenery outside the boat, but he was protecting her waist with his hands, fearing that she would fall.

    "Can you be like my cousin?" Su Miaoyang smiled and rolled her eyes, "My cousin closed the Qifeng Tower."

    Shen Zhiluo hummed: "You don't make money, you fool."

    "He's not stupid, he has made enough money, then it's time to chase his wife." Su Miao stroked her hands, "I will forgive you if you set off fireworks for me all night. How are you?"

    Brows folded slightly, Shen Zhiluo lowered her head and looked at her slightly bulging belly.

    "I thought you forgave me when you found out that the doctor who saw you was a quack doctor.""That's not good, my cousin will go through ninety-nine-eighty-one hardships, Why did you become a Buddha on the spot, thanks to my panic?" She pulled on his sleeve reluctantly.

    Shen Zhiluo always ignored her, and Su Miao was just making fun of herself.

    However, after a while, the man actually made a "hmm".

    Su Miao widened her eyes.

    The letter sent by Huayue soon received an echo, and Su Miao brought her two pieces of Jiangnan red maple with the letter. Li Jingyun really sneered at this kind of meager gift, but his child's mother liked it, so he put it in the book and put it away for her.

    The two were sitting in the room, one reading and the other doing embroidery. The child was playing in the courtyard. When he was tired, Yujie ran back and fell into her arms.

    There was a fragrance on her body, Huayue smelled it and touched his head: "Osmanthus blooms again."

    Many years ago, she also threw herself on Zhuang's lap. Zhuang bowed her head gently and said in a good mood:

    "It's a good day."

    The voice of the deceased in my memory overlapped with my own voice in a distant place. It floated out of the window and wrapped around the autumn flowers in full bloom in the courtyard, as if it was the beginning of a story again.

    Finish.

    Write at the end, to my dear ones

    If someone is in love at first sight, then there must be someone who is in love over time. Before writing this book, I was thinking of a story about growing up with me until the world of Huahua couldn’t stand the temptation to separate, and then to the story of reunion. Looking back, it wasn’t perfect, it was bumpy, but it was a conclusion.

 Looking at it, I was irritable, and I would rather listen to the entire bell ringing through the room than press the answer button. Except for a few friends who have known each other for many years, many times it seems that they can't cope with the sudden kindness of others.

    It seems that after the spring banquet, many people will send me a private message on Weibo to express themselves. I actually read them all, but I don’t know how to reply. Saying thank you is too official, but not saying thank you, and I don’t know what What to say is good, so many confessions are lying in my reading, which is regarded as a memorial.

      Criticisms and suggestions, in fact, to be honest, I am the first to know where my writing is not good, where I am in a hurry, and where it is broken, but there is really no way to stop this serialization. I lost the courage to continue writing.

    So there are some works, I am really ashamed, but there is no way, the left and right are also my own growth trajectory.

    I will be twenty-six this year, she is already a big girl, but she seems to have become bearish about her feelings. If you have an old reader, you can detect some traces in the recent works and write a book. When you don't believe in love, it's really hard to write. I haven't experienced the joy of "The Dream of the Spring Girl" for a long time. It's easy to get 15,000 a day. Look now, it's not just you and the book. Pain, I suffer too, I can't write so fast and so much, and the rhythm of serialization is not so good.

    Fortunately, I still have stories in my head that I want to tell, and I want to keep writing.

    Someone came to my Weibo comment not so kindly, saying that the book I wrote was just this routine, and I was not tired of it.

    I will never get tired of writing.

      There may be commercial value, but the value of the book is only in the content itself.

    I hope I can write a longer book next time, the editor did not kill me, and it is my true love.

    This summer is also very lively, I wish everyone a happy day, and the lovers will be married.