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The rain in the early summer is cool with May, and it doesn't stop slowly. The new leaves on the trees outside the window are washed fresh and clean. The rain in the early summer is less lingering than the spring rain, and it is more passionate than the summer rain. Less some noisy, more refreshing, less mature than the autumn rain, a little more youth.

Lan Younian looked at the light rain outside the window, just like the impulse to go out to rain like a few years ago, but I have just left the loft at the door of the back room, the blue dance and the blue song have stood there, a pair of me I caught your expression.

"Miss..." The blue song sounded with helpless voice. When the lady was like an old man who experienced vicissitudes, but she did not care for her character and was like a real little girl, but it was too worrying.

"Oh, I didn't think about going out to rain!" Lan Youn smiled. Although she had such an idea, she also knew how her body is now. She is not a person who does not care for herself.

"Really?" The blue dance is clear and unbelievable. It is really that the lady never takes her own body seriously. Have you seen anyone who is poisonous but never worried about finding an antidote, the same as nothing? Fortunately, the father of Dagongzi and Miss has been developing antidote, otherwise the temper of Miss is broken.

"I heard that An Zhenniang passed out last night?" Lan Yuyan reached out and took the cold raindrops, remembering the gift he gave to An Zhenniang last night.

"Yes! I heard that it is scary! But this thing is not known to others, except for the housekeeper in the government, and Zhang Lin said that the body is handled by the butler." The blue dance remembered the secretly seen Anzhen Niang If you are scared of madness, you will be excited. Anyone who has bullied his own lady will not let go.

Blue sorrow does not speak, although Anzhen Niang is a hot resort and kills many people, but there is no real sense of self-employment, but they all use some means or let others do it, and this time with a veritable The body slept, and An Zhen Niang felt pretty good.

"What is the ink string brother doing?" Lan Nian thought of the brother who ran to his yard with nothing to do, and went to see in his brother's yard. After all, he has not seen his brother since he entered the blue house.

Blue Qu went out and asked, "Miss, today, Blue Master was called by the old lady. I heard that I want to give the old lady a good morning!"

"Since today's weather is good, please go to the old lady, please!" Lan Younian said, blue dance and blue song looked at the rain outside, it is really not clear where the weather is.

When a few people arrived at the old lady's yard, Wang Hao stopped Lan Yu Nian and others outside the house. "Three Miss, please let the old slave go inside and pass it!"

Lan Youn nodded, knowing that this was his own encounter with Ma Wei, it seems that he has to be outside for a while, the rain is so big outside, his body is not good, the blue secluded more and more do not like the old lady, Sure enough, it is a guy who is not respected.

"Blue General knows that my brother is coming to please Ann?" Lan Younian knows that the blue ink string will be martyrdom in it, not to mention the Anzhen Niang and Lan Ya Ya. And Lan Jianjun really likes this son, if he knows, he will definitely come.

"Blue General does not know," Lanqu said in a low voice, then looked at the look of her own lady and suddenly understood "I let Zhang Lin do it!"

Looking at the blue song slowly retreating, Blue Nian Nian and the blue dance looked at each other, both of them showed a small expression of smug, like a child of mischief, perhaps only in the hands of those who truly love themselves, blue secluded I will show my true look.

Under the breeze of the cool breeze, the blue face is paler, and the thin body is so thin that there is a kind of pitiful meaning from afar. Lan Jianjun heard that his son was called by his old lady and knew that the old lady must be a son again, and that the son would not do too much in his face, but this child is growing up and watching himself. Like the biological son, when Lan Jianjun rushed to the old lady's yard, he saw his daughter standing in the wind and the wind was crumbling.

“Look!” Lan Jianjun came to Lan Younian’s side and tilted the umbrella in the hands of Lan Bo, blocking the cold wind that was blowing. “How is it here?”

"Blue General!" Lan Younian gave a gift, the blue dance immediately received the words "Miss came to the old lady to ask for peace, but in the rain for so long did not let the lady go in."

Lan Jianjun took his daughter's hand and walked inside the house, but her daughter's hand was as cold as ice, and Lan Jianjun squatted again. Lan Youn looked at his hand held by Lan Jianjun. Flashing, this feeling is the same as what Dad once felt for himself.

"Master!" Wang Hao gave a gift. When she saw the blue mourning, she shrank slightly. She didn't expect that even if she didn't go to Miss San, she even brought the lord, so that the old lady. How can you still be a big master?

"Wang Hao is very old, and it takes so long to pass through it. It seems to the general that Wang Hao can stay in the blue house without stopping!" Lan Jianjun looked at Wang Hao's eyes.

"Master, the old slave is not awkward, Miss San, lord!" Wang Hao shouted, she still supported the family by the money of the blue house, and she is the person around the old lady, in the blue house It’s very good, it’s good to eat, and it’s very good.

"What happened?" There was a voice of dissatisfaction from the old lady in the room.

Lan Jianjun took the blue secluded thought into the inner room and saw the old lady's face for the first time. "Mother, I don't want to give you a good health, how can you let her wait in the cold and drizzle?" Long?"

When the blue ink string listened to her sister and waited for a long time outside, she couldn’t hold back the anger of a long time. He could endure the martyrdom of the old lady. After all, he just listened to a few unpleasant words and did some boring things, but his The younger sister is different, but she is a sorcerer of the blue house, and the old lady is so excessive.

Because the blue ink string can't do anything to the old lady, so kicked to the king behind him. "If your sister is sick, your old slave will not live!"

Wang Hao was kicked to the ground, and the old lady was even more angry. Is this one of these two things to be reversed? It’s all the troubles of this broomstick star. Just this blue ink string is still good, and I don’t refute it. This broom star will know that it’s hitting people.

"Blue ink string, you are the old slave in the old house, where do you put your old body!" The old lady scolded.

"Playing well!" The words of Lan Jianjun made the old lady's face extremely ugly. The old lady had no children, and the child who passed the ride sat on the seat of the old lady of Lanfu. The status of Lan Jianjun, the old lady is also very face-to-face, and now the old lady's only reliance is the blue army, and whether it is true or not, what she cares most is only lazy.

But now the words of Lan Jianjun are like playing her face. Although her son is not too close to himself, he is also respectful and addictive, but now... The old lady is a little flustered. If the son is no longer respectful to her, then she will not have prestige in the blue house in the future, and the old ladies outside will not know how to laugh at themselves, no, absolutely not!

Lan You Nian sees the old lady's look very clearly. It hurts a person not only to hurt his body but also his heart. What cares most about what is best to destroy what is the real torture of others, and the old lady is the most What I care about is the reputation and status of this son.

And An Zhen Niang, Lan You Nian looked at the ugly Anzhen Niang sitting next to her, An Zhen Niang is really a person who loves the blue Jianjun, and is concerned about her three children, hey, what to destroy first? Still one by one.

An Zhen Niang did not know why she felt a cold rise from the back, and when An Zhen Niang looked up and saw the blue mourning staring at herself like staring at the dead, the eyes made An Zhen Niang flustered, thinking of the body of her last night, she Intuition, this can't be related to Blue You Nian, but is there really such a big ability in Blue Nian?

"When did I become like this, do you have my mother in your eyes?" The old lady used the filial piety to press the blue army.

"Mother, the son did not provoke the mother to be angry, the ink string is the nephew of the blue house, and the lessons of a slave are still right." The blue Jianjun is in the opposite direction, just like the attitude that was once unconspicuous.

"Master, the old lady did not blame the young master. Why did Miss San not persuade the lord, the family and everything!" An Zhen Niang did not forget to bring blue mourning at this time.

"Whoever lets you talk, is this the attitude that you should talk to and read?" Lan Jianjun glanced at An Zhenniang, but only this eye made Anzhen Niang white face. The blue singer’s little man smiled and saw that the woman who was poisoned by the sinister would be saddened by the man who loved it.

An Zhen Niang looked at the man in front of her. She still remembers that she fell in love with him when she first saw this man. She longed for this man to look at his wife’s eyes, but he didn’t, so he tried his best. The only way to do it is to make a jealousy, just to stay with this man. But after so many years, the woman is dead, and she has three children for him, but the man’s heart is still not in his eyes, and An Zhen’s self is like a joke.

"Building the army, how is Anyang saying that it is also your wife, for you to be busy with this family for so many years, how can you listen to other people's provocations like this to An Niang!" The old lady also deliberately saw when she said the provocation A look at the blue secluded.

"Is the old lady wrong? Anzhen Niang is not just a lady!" Lan Younian said that when he saw him, he saw the extreme hatred in the eyes of An Zhen.

"Is there something unruly, let you talk?" The old lady is angry now when she sees the blue sorrow, and she is uncomfortable when she hears the blue singer. She feels that her son is now filthy and is the reason for the blue singer. .

"It seems that the mother is unwell today, and the son took the ink string and went back." Lan Jianjun took the blue mourning and lifted his foot to the door. He suddenly remembered what the blue army had stopped and looked at the inner house. The old lady said, "Since the mother doesn't like the ink string, I don't want them to come to the mother here!"

Out of the old lady's yard, Lan Younian earned her own hand. She is a bit contradictory now. On the one hand, because she is not close to her, she really wants to kill. On the other hand, she seems to have a little bit of feeling that Lan Jianjun is not bad. .

Lan Jianjun sighed in his heart. He knew more about his daughter's rejection. Therefore, although his heart is uncomfortable, it is still difficult to accept. He will have a good father in the future. No one can hurt his daughter.

"Look, your grandfather asks you to go to Hefu to play, are you willing to go?" Lan Jianjun took his serious face on the battlefield and asked gently.

After Lan Jianjun said, Lan Nian thought that he really should go to the grandfather to see it. After all, the old man really likes himself, and he really treats He Taifu as a grandfather.

"Well, my brother is going together?" Lan Younian knows that his grandfather still likes the blue ink string, and the blue ink string is very close to He Taifu.

"No, there are still many things to deal with in the military. Just read and play." The blue ink string biased the umbrella toward the blue secluded mind. "Is my brother not picking you up at night?"

"I can come back myself." Lan Younian refused the good intentions of the blue ink string. After all, the blue ink string is very busy today, and he is not the kind of woman who has no power.

Looking at the back of Lan Nian Nian, Lan Jianjun said to his son, "The ink string, you said that this life as a father may also hear the voice call me a father?"

"Whether my sister is not calling this father, she is your daughter, and my father should never let his sister cry." Blue ink string feels respectful to his father, but he also feels distressed. younger sister.

"For the father will never be..." The blue ink string heard the sigh of the father walking in front.

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Recently, the weather has cooled down, and the girls remember to wear more clothes.