"Grandma, grandma..."
Cha Cha jumped back to his house, a wooden yard located on the eastmost part of Jiming Village.
Push the door and look around, the bright sunshine naughtyly passed through the bamboo window, quietly spreading on the yellow earth ground.
Among them is a short wooden table, with simple and simple supplies placed on it in an orderly manner.
A carved bronze mirror and a jewelry box with a big red peony pattern are the most conspicuous items. The couch against the wall is also clean and neat, with a faint sky-blue gauze tent hanging.
The whole room looks simple and elegant.
Although simple, the ubiquitous details reflect that the owner of this house is definitely not an ordinary villager.
Hearing the girl's erect call, a woman sitting in the corner of the wall sewing clothes turned her head, her eyes full of gentle smiles.
At the age of forty, he was wearing a simple linen dress without makeup. Although he was covered with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, his quiet temperament was unforgettable.
If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, I would never have connected the elegant mountain woman in front of me with the "grandma" in Cha Cha's mouth.
"Chat, are you going to find Qin Yin again? That young man has almost heard of calluses recently."
The voice was doting, put down the clothes in his hands, and took the girl in front of him, carefully tidying up her ears and hair.
As the girl grows older, her appearance becomes more and more beautiful.
He is really more and more like her mother.
A trace of sadness flashed deep in the woman's eyes.
"Grandma~~"
With a cute and silly nasal sound, Cha Cha stomped his feet and expressed his protest, then pouted, his eyes full of loneliness.
"Brother Qin Yin has been away from home for several days. There has been no one at his house. Cha Cha is a little worried."
"Yes, that bad boy, when the grandma comes back, she needs to deal with him well. Who made him angry with us Chacha?"
"No, no, no! You can't deal with him. Has Brother Qin Yin bullied me?"
The girl waved her hands quickly, like a frightened rabbit, with an anxious face.
After seeing the woman's doting face, the girl instantly blushed.
"Oh."
Punched into the woman's arms.
After Chacha had a while, the woman put away the gentleness on her face and said seriously: "The hour of Si has passed, what should you do?"
"Oh... it's time to recite the Five Books of Cangnan, Seven Classics, and Twelve Genealogies. I'll go and recite Chacha~~"
Although the girl looked bitter, the crisp sound in her mouth was not at all bumpy. Obviously, these words had been engraved in her mind.
"World-Honored One, I am the thought of casting glass, my mind and action, the mind and action are silent and turn the life wheel, the eight debates are the great deeds, and the people at that time have achieved the Tao for millions of billions..."
When she walked to the door, the girl muttered in a low voice: "Recite it every day, recite it every month, and read it every year, so grandma is so fierce."
He pouted and reluctantly went out.
These scriptures are harmoniously integrated with the girl's ups and downs tones, like waves of Sanskrit, cleaning the soul.
Looking at the girl's back, the woman smiled gently in her eyes, and then she cried as she smiled.
"A jar of daughter Hong, I have been buried for forty years."
"I watched her grow up. She looks like her mother. She will definitely be very beautiful in the future."
"You said the carriage was slow, and it might take a long time to come back."
"You say that you should read more books and read more words in the longer you go."
"I have read it for thirteen years, and you are in every word in the book..."
"I'm old and my voice is hoarse, but I still want to sing it to you for the rest of my life."
Big tears fell on the thorny brocade handkerchief.
She once had a nice name called Lin Xiyue.
When I was young, I was often praised like the bright moon in the sky.
When she was thirteen years old, she was in her prime. Ashima, who was held in her palm by countless people, followed Ah Niang out of the palace gate. He held her hand and said, "Would it be good for us to be friends?" Because her hands were dirty and muddy, she cried so hard that she was heartbroken. He was taken away by her father with his ears.
When he was twenty-three years old, the pursuers had arrived. He still had the same simple expression. He rode a horse alone, hugged her and rolled down the cliff, and protected her with his body to block the rain of arrows. He smiled: Don't think I'm dirty this time.
She was obviously full of arrows like a hedgehog, but she couldn't laugh. She looked at the tall figure staggering and stood up to face the smoke and dust in the sky.
That was his last back.
"When she gets older, Ashima will go and find you, okay?"
The woman's trembling hands could not sew the last stitch.
The sound of reciting outside the window stopped, and the sound of light sounded with doubt.
"Grandma, what's wrong with you, grandma? Are you thinking about grandma again?"
"No." The woman hurriedly wiped her tears and whispered.
"Tomorrow, I will take you up the mountain to worship your parents."
He didn't say anything outside the window, but Cha Cha looked at the faint wooden door and silently kicked the stone under his feet.
The so-called worship is actually just a tomb of clothes.
When she was two years old, she watched the old lady erect the stone tablet erected by her clothes.
"The grandma must be thinking about grandpa again."
"But Cha Cha misses his parents very much..."
The girl's eyes were a little dim.
But soon she clenched her fists, "Chat, after you cultivate to become a great hero like Dongfang Bubai as Brother Qin Yin said, you can go to find your parents! Come on!"
The girl was full of fighting spirit in an instant.
The difference between Chacha and Grandma is that Chacha will never bow to difficulties!
My parents must be still here, waiting for Chacha to find them.
The girl's shiny eyes were full of determination.
...
Ten miles outside Yuliang City, on the wide and flat official road.
A woman with a veil sat lazily on the couch, pinching a shiny grape with her fine and tender fingers, and putting it gracefully into the cherry mouth under the veil.
When she squinted her eyes comfortably, there was a hint of bright red between her eyebrows, which made her look more charming and charming.
The four horses were all white and flawless.
The carriage is luxurious and exquisite, and the jade tassels move with the wind, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
A man in brocade clothes with a blank expression was rushing to the car, neither too fast nor too slow.
When the pedestrians on the official road saw this magnificent carriage, they subconsciously stopped to watch.
When I saw a handsome young man riding a tall horse and wearing gorgeous clothes next to the carriage, I didn't dare to stop him and subconsciously moved away for him.
"Whose young master is so handsome."
"I'm afraid this kind of demeanor is not the descendant of any wealthy family."
"It's either rich or noble, and the people in this carriage don't know who it is."
Listening to the whispers around, the woman's eyebrows were bent, and her watery eyes were still laziness, but there was a little more teasing.
"Yuexin came to Yuliang, and she was dangerous all the way, and she relied on Mr. Bai for a long time."
A pair of wonderful eyes looked out the window, with a pleasant voice, and a shy voice from my daughter's house.
"Miss Witch's words are so great that it is a privilege for Mr. Bai to be lucky enough to walk with the girl. It is said that the women of Yanyue Sect not only have superb cultivation, but also have a natural beauty. In the past, I didn't believe it until I saw the girl..."
"What?" the woman lazily picked up a grape again and asked just right.
"The women I saw in Bai Hongfeng twenty years ago were gone." The handsome young man smiled freely and looked even more unruly.
A giggling chuckle came from the carriage: "Young Master Bai's words are really sweeter than the honey made from the white peony. It is Yue Xin's honor to be praised by the talented men on the list."
The list of Tianwu's heroes inadvertently pointed out, but it made a faint sense of compassion appear in the man's eyes.
In Tianwu territory, young masters under the age of 22 are qualified to log in to Tianwu’s list of heroes.
The list only lists the strongest 100 people among the young people.
He is a recognized great potential person in the Tianwu Dynasty.
Bai Hongfeng, the owner of the Bai Chamber of Commerce, suddenly started in Western Xinjiang four years ago. He is twenty years old this year and is just entering the Tianwu Junjie list on the second level of Jianghe Realm.
Tianwu has trillions of people, ranking 97th among young heroes.
Such talent can no longer be described as outstanding or outstanding.
"Miss Yuexin praised it. Yuliang City is ahead. It just so happened that my Bai Chamber of Commerce has a place to stay here, so let Bai welcome the girl."
"I'm working hard."
Through the gauze curtain, the woman's voice was a little shy.
Bai Hongfeng showed a faint smile on his face.
A woman who can have a Yanyue Sect is much more difficult than being on the list of heroes.
Bai Hongfeng has never taken this woman to practice charm to the core.
Wu Yuexin is his trip to Bai Hongfeng...
Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb!
A series of rapid sounds suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
Chapter completed!