Chapter 972

Looking at her figure disappearing gradually, just like every time we met, she left first.

Cui Pan's shoulders collapsed feebly, and her eyes were complex. Before her figure disappeared, she said in a loud voice, "you really will come back, right? Tell me. "

"Naturally, my family is here, and my friends --"

Cui's smile is too gentle, her tone is calm, and there is no sadness when she left. Just like her every time, it seems that she just went back to have a meal, went to the street to buy a few pieces of cloth, and could meet her next time.

It's peaceful.

That's what she is like. She seems to be kind and friendly to everyone, but in fact, she is the coldest.

-In April, the sun is blazing.

A woman in a plain white dress, with a cute and beautiful cat in her arms and an umbrella in one hand, strolls along the Yanyu River in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the lake, there are young people boating and playing, and young women sizing and washing clothes by the river. Though ordinary, it is full of the atmosphere of the market.

She bent her lips and felt that it was a good suggestion to leave the prefecture where she had lived for 20 years and go to the Yangjian.

At the beginning, she was not used to the sun in the sun, so the red fruit was exposed in the light, as if she had no place to hide any filthy things. She was used to the darkness of the underworld and suffered a lot. Recently, she got used to it.

Tourists only feel that the woman under the umbrella is slim and graceful, with blue temperament. However, her face is covered under the umbrella, which makes people scratch their hearts and lungs to have a look at her face, but she is still at a loss.

It seems that in order to cater to the tourists' ideas, she finally felt that it was too strange to hold the umbrella when she was walking in the sunny day. The umbrella face was lifted upward, showing the sharp jaw and half of the pale lip. Just about to take up her umbrella, suddenly I don't know where a gust of wind came from and forced her umbrella out.

She was shocked. This is the only thing she brought out of the underworld. If it's lost again, and it rains in the future, wouldn't she have to pay for an umbrella again?

When we get to Yangjian, we know it's not easy to earn money.

There are many restrictions on women in the sun. We should abide by the three principles and four virtues. We should keep in mind that we should not appear in the public. It's complicated and trivial. We should call those who have always considered themselves to be patient and have a headache.

In a hurry, the wind passed, and the oil paper umbrella swayed in the air for half a circle. She trotted forward, turned the corner of her skirt, and reached for the handle of the umbrella.

"Er..."

She was stunned, and began to feel warm. She raised her eyes, and silver turbid in her bosom. The pale lip closed unconsciously. She let go and wanted to hold the handle of the umbrella, but on the contrary, she held the hand of a big palm with distinct bones and stood up straight.

"Thank you very much, young master. This is me..." Thinking of doing as the Romans do, he quickly changed his way. "This is the umbrella of a little girl. Can you please return it?"

The visitor was dressed in a snow colored robe, not dyed or half stained, and combed the Taoist's head. Holding the sword in one hand, the eyes of the sword are cold stars, and I never smile.

The distinctive facial features are like those carved by the best craftsman in the world. I can't tell how beautiful they are. I just think this face looks very good on men.

I don't know which path came down from the mountain. It looks like a disaster. It's just that the expression is too cold, looking at her eyes, like seeking revenge.

Yi Xi unconsciously touched her face, blinked her eyes, and asked softly, "young man, what kind of filth does little girl have on her face? Why are you staring at me all the time? "