Chapter 133

Her clear eyes, there is obvious surprise.

This sentence does not match his expressionless face at all. I can't help suspecting that it is not Han xuyao whom she always knew.

Han xuyao himself had tasted it. It was hard to say. He came in a hurry. He always cared about it. He didn't notice the surprise on Yan Luoli's face, but noticed the tears on her face.

He blinked at the bottom of his eyes. Was it really so bad that she forced her tears out.

Han xuyao's warm palm lifted her cheek, gently wiped the traces from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, and his deep eyes gazed at her cheek. On the face covered with ice and snow, there was some worry.

"It's delicious."

Looking at his warmth, Yan Luoli's tears spilled out of his eyes as soon as his heart warmed. He stepped forward and threw himself directly into his arms, his hands tightly around his waist, and his head rubbed against his chest.

Tears spread on his black robe and disappeared.

Han xuyao was surprised at the bottom of his heart. He couldn't resist her sudden weakness.

"Thank you, my husband."

A small voice came from her arms. Yan Luoli raised her head with a bit of choking. Her face stained with tears was sweet with laughter.

Thank you, Han xuyao.

Previous birthdays are my most painful, only this time, this time you, let me feel sweet, noodles taste is not good, but for me, this is the most delicious bowl.

Head into his arms again, countless mood spread, but can't say, only hold him, close to him, feel his temperature, feel his heartbeat, feel his breath

Yan Luoli can't use words to describe her mood at the moment, but as long as he is there, everything is good.

"Fool, this is for my husband."

Han xuyao understood her mood at the moment, hugged her hard and stroked her long hair gently. He didn't know where to start, but he wanted to tell her that he was the support of her life.

Yan Luoli, I will protect you, spoil you and love you all my life

"What's your wish for your birthday?"

After holding her for a while, Han xuyao felt that her mood was more stable, so he asked softly.

Yan Luoli raised her head and gazed at Han xuyao with red eyes. Her tears were shining like stars.

"I want to see my mother, but my father never let me go. I don't know where my mother is buried."

She bowed her head, her eyes darkened again.

In the past 16 years, her mother has always been her weakest place.

Han xuyao searched her memory and patted her head.

"I know! Han Qi, prepare the horses

Lan'er and Xiao man immediately went to the warehouse to get incense and paper money, and watched them rush to the woods outside the city.

"How do you know?"

On the way, Yan Luoli was surprised.

"When you were born, I was there. I watched aunt Yue die and she was buried in the forest."

Indeed, he once said that his mother had entrusted herself to him. It seems that her mother was wise enough to find a good husband for her early.

Only in the last life, I have been hoodwinked in the prince's gentle trap, and never found the person who dug out his heart and lungs for me.

Han xuyao, it's my blessing to marry you in this life.

After 16 years, Han xuyao's memory has been blurred. With the remaining impression, he took Yan Luoli through the layers of woods and saw a tomb.

Not far away, there is a small wooden house. Unexpectedly, after such a long time, the wooden house is still as new as before.

"This should be it."

Han xuyao ran a few steps to the tombstone and wrote a few words on it.

The tomb of the dead wife Yan's guanyue.

In front of the tombstone, there are beautiful bouquets of flowers, exquisite cakes, the smell of incense and candles, even the paper money after burning.

Yan Luoli's eyes were fixed on these cakes. She recognized that they were from the palace.

"Who will come here to worship?"

Intuition told her that it was not her father.

Yan Luoli looks at Han xuyao with a little surprise. From the ruins of the paper money, he sees a small piece of bright yellow cloth. His pupils suddenly tighten and his body moves slightly to block Yan Luoli's sight.

"Worship first, and think about it later."

Looking at the sky, the sun was already slanting in the West. Yan Luoli no longer thought much about it. She lit a candle and offered incense. She knelt down on the ground and buttoned her head to the tombstone.

Han xuyao knelt down beside her and buttoned his head with her.

They both look at the tombstone, and Han xuyao holds Yan Luoli in his arms.

"Aunt Yue, my son-in-law will take good care of Li'er. Please rest assured!"

Staring at the tombstone, Han xuyao said solemnly, as if he was making an oath.Yan Luoli looked at him so seriously, the corners of her mouth raised, and her smile was full of sweetness.

"Mother, he has been very good to me, very good, very good."

As she said this, her hand slowly reached over and held the palm of his hand. She gazed at his side face affectionately, smiling brightly.

After the sacrifice, Han xuyao took Yan Luoli to the small wooden house not far away. It was still the old furnishings, and even the blue and white plain cloth used for the curtain had not changed its style.

But the table, chair, including the whole room are as bright as new, hand gently brush, without any trace of dust.

Here, who is cleaning? Is there anyone else living?

They were more and more puzzled. They turned around and even went to the back of the house, but there was no trace.

It's even more doubtful that there is no leakage.

Who will keep an eye on this place, who will keep it so well, who will keep an eye on my mother all the time

After looking around the cabin again, no trace was found. They left the forest before dark.

Back in the city is evening, two people walking side by side, one hand holding the horse, the other hand holding each other walking on the shoulder.

Today, Yan Luoli's smile is more and more beautiful, so that Han xuyao looks at her from time to time, and the whole person has no idea.

"Sugar gourd, sugar gourd, sour and sweet sugar gourd! ——”

"nice little clay figurine! Little clay figurine!... "

"Come on, delicious steamed buns. They're just out of the oven!"

……

At night, the capital is still prosperous, with the sound of Hawking and the fragrance of the street. Both of them feel hungry.

Passing by the sugar gourd stall, Yan Luoli took a bunch of them and put them into his mouth. Han xuyao was silly, and the stall owner behind him was even more stupid. He quickly caught up with them.

"You haven't paid me yet, girl!"

All of a sudden, the vendors around all cast strange eyes, only Yan Luoli calmly looked at Han xuyao.

"What are you looking at? Give me money. You are the money bag."

Han xuyao was stunned there. The scene was so similar.

Although she had no memory of her childhood, she could still do this kind of thing because it was so easy to change and hard to change her nature.

Turning around, Yan Luoli has arrived at the clay figurine peddler.

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