Chapter 82: 82
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Ling Miaomiao lowered her head and slowly tied on the tie of her shirt and skirt. Sitting in front of the dressing table, she braided her hair in front of the mirror. Her chignon was very soft. She looked left and right, and pursed her lips unsatisfactorily: "it's crooked."
Her fingertips traced the young man's face reflected in the mirror, and then nodded: "you, you help me."
Murmur silently close to her, wonderful surprised back, it seems that some do not understand how people in the mirror can appear in reality.
Mu Sheng took hold of her soft bun, took it off, and then dipped it in a little water. Some of it was unfamiliar with her long chestnut hair.
The girl in the mirror is not noisy, only opens a pair of deer like apricot eyes curiously, obedient like a doll.
"I don't want this." She made a sudden profit.
"What?" He moved slightly and looked into the mirror with black eyes.
"Don't smell like that." She pinched her nose.
He suddenly understood that she was talking about the rich fragrance of Gardenia in the water on his comb.
He looked down at the comb, slightly confused: "you used to comb your hair with it."
"Ziqi doesn't like it." "I don't like it either," she said angrily
He suddenly froze, put down the comb, took a few strands of her hair, sniffed, eyes misty: "I don't like I used to lie to you. "
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well, I like that, too." In the mirror, the face suddenly turned clear, smiling and bending his eyes, "I like it, too."
The young man bent his lips slightly, only once, and the kiss fell on her hair. Then he squatted down. He touched the ground on one knee and kissed her side face.
Ling Miaomiao tilted his head and pointed the mirror with his fingertips: "tie your hair."
He reluctantly let her go: "OK, tie your hair."
Smoke rose in the censer, so quiet that the chirping of birds could be heard outside.
The bun he had combed for a quarter of an hour was too short. When he tied the ribbon, his hands trembled. Fortunately, he was still skilled in tying his own ribbon, and the final bow was beautiful and sharp.
Ling Miaomiao looked at the braid in the mirror and said, "it's more crooked than me."
“……” He took hold of her bent bun and looked in the mirror in consultation. "Again?"
"No more." She raised her chin and shook her head.
"No, then." His eyes were dark and moist. After a while, he pursed his lips and promised, "it will be better and better in the future."
Ling Miaomiao narrowed her eyes and began to yawn. This is the side effect of love and evil, and the spirit is not good all the time. The young man put his hand behind her. Regardless of her struggle, he picked her up and settled her on the bed.
"I don't want to sleep." She insisted on playing with the black jade beads nailed on his clothes.
His hand covered the back of her hand, holding her hand, "have a rest, eat will have spirit."
"Oh." She pulled back her hand obediently, folded it in her abdomen, and her eyelashes trembled.
Mu Sheng's face was slightly pale, and he looked at her with a complicated look: "do you remember what I'm going to say later?"
"Well." She nodded.
"Do you want to practice it?"
She paused and turned her head: "No."
But the young man forced her face back and affirmed, "practice it again."
“……” She blinked and poked him in the chest. "You'll feel bad."
“……” Gentle suddenly in his eyes swing open, "will not be uncomfortable."
She clenched her teeth and shook her head. He no longer forced him. He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and straightened her hair on her forehead. He said with a smile: "it's really harder for you to say that you like it than to go to heaven."
When Ling Miaomiao was asleep in the tent, he sat down at his desk, took down the pen from the pen holder, and wrote the scribbles, marriage letters and employment forms quickly and resolutely.
"Dududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu. You see, the spirit is very big. "
The boy picked up his wings and looked at it for a while. He nodded and handed him a ingot of gold. The young man gave thanks and put it into his arms.
"Yanhe letter, when will it be delivered to you? The postman came back. It's going to take at least three days, and a boat in the middle. "
His voice was low: "enough. Take care of it on the way. "
"Good..."
"Ziqi!" There was a cry from behind.
He suddenly turned his head. Ling Miaomiao ran to him barefoot with a blue skirt. He pointed to the flapping bird and said, "I want this wild goose!"
"Yo, Miss Ling." Xiaoer laughed and fell, "this This is a wild goose
"I want this wild goose," she repeated, her face puzzled and innocent
“……” Little two's expression solidified for a moment, always feel that this girl looks strange, not like a few days ago smart and lively, and before he can react, the young man has directly picked her up, carried her back to the bed, covered with a tent, she is still pointing to the goose struggling, "I want to..."Mu Sheng came back in a hurry, gave him a ingot of gold and said in a low voice, "this one will stay, and then go to find another one."
He looked inside curiously again and touched the young man's gloomy warning eyes. He felt as if he had been strangled by someone's neck and quickly closed his eyes: "OK..."
*
Ling Miaomiao squatted on the ground and carefully poked the bird's yellow beak with his fingers.
"GA --" he was so annoyed that he gave a weak cry, and his voice was hoarse.
The girl laughed, her eyes bent, like a small animal. There were two small dishes in front of her. One was filled with a little water, and the other was filled with tired grass leaves. She twisted a piece of grass and tried it on the big bird's mouth. After a while, she lost and said, "Ziqi, he doesn't eat."
Mu Sheng looked at her face attentively and said, "just slowly."
"Doesn't he like being caught?" She raised her head nervously, "let's put it back..."
Mu Sheng's fingertips fell on her cheek and rubbed a little, "where can I put them back?"
"Where to come from, where to go..."
"Let it go?" He gave a meaningless smile: "Miaomiao, this is the gift I gave you."
After a pause, she was really distracted: "what is the straw sticker?"
He looked at her deeply, and said, "a letter to your father."
"Daddy..." She seemed to remember something. She sat down at the table and suddenly covered her head
“…… What's the matter? " He grabbed her by the wrist nervously. There was a glimmer in her eyes. She was still.
The world was silent for two or three seconds.
Her eyes were facing each other, and her hand was slowly lowered from her head.
"I'll write to Dad, too." She slightly pursed her lips, took the pen from the pen holder, and began to write with the ink and paper he had just finished.
Mu Sheng looked down and saw that she wrote fast and repeatedly, with only two sentences:
"Dad: I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry Ziqi"
"I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry Ziqi"
"I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry..."
He felt a sudden pain in his heart and held her wrist: "stop writing..."
"Don't stop me from writing to my father..." She still struggling, the last stroke out, slanting across the red grid, as if cutting the whole letter.
He finally grabbed the pen from her hand, and there were little ink marks on their clothes. She looked down at her dark hand for a few seconds and wiped it on his clothes.
“……” Murmur looked down at her hand.
She wiped off her hands, and felt uneasy again. Suddenly she put her arms around his neck and rubbed against him. She seemed very upset. Her lips repeatedly touched his face. The voice of admiration pulled people away and put her fingers on her lips. Against her heart, she said: "Miaomiao, wait..."
He rubbed his thumb repeatedly on her ruddy lips, as if he could quench her thirst. "Wait a minute."
It's just When will it be After seven days?
Will he have another chance.
Ling Miaomiao was so tired that he buried his head in his arms and said, "you apologize to me."
The tone and mood of the words were very similar to the original one, which made him freeze. Then he was excited and trembled at the same time. He did not even dare to look down at her face. His eyelashes trembled and said, "excuse me?"
"You're wrong. You shouldn't do this to me."
“……” He immediately lowered his head. "Wonderful?"
The person in the arms is still lax eyes, playing with their fingers.
Seven days later, it was all his illusion. He was not relieved or deeply lost.
He held the man in his lap, drew a new piece of paper, circled her and wrote.
Her head deviated, from his point of view, over the top of her hair, you can see her white nose and blinking eyelashes, "how can you write to dad for me?"
He raised the corner of his mouth and wrote: "I should write."
Mu two childe, ask to marry Taicang prefect Ling Lushan only daughter Ling Yu.
He is a talented young man with a similar family background. He is modest and appropriate in his words. His writing board is clear and precipitous, and he has the same strong bewilderment as himself, which makes people mistakenly think that he will be an open and aboveboard young man worthy of trust.
Through a thin piece of paper, you can almost see the father-in-law's satisfied smile.
Before he signed, he left two lines blank, gave her the pen and pointed a little paper at his fingertips: "write here."
“……” She fixed her eyes on the two lines that were empty.
His lips close to her ear, with the smell of patient seduction: "write the two sentences you just wrote."
For a father who favors his daughter alone, all kinds of family and character are the words of others, and the approval of his daughter is the decisive red chapter.
Ling Miaomiao squeezed the pen tightly, but did not drop: "you apologize to me."
The boy chuckled and nodded to kiss her hair: "I'm wrong."Ling Miaomiao pause, brush a line of words, put down the pen, and began to play with his fingers.
Mu Sheng looked down and there were only five words on the paper: "I hate Ziqi".
“……” He did not do his language, another piece of paper, more processing and transcribing, two lines before signing, the pen in her hand, "write well."
Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips: "make a good apology."
He didn't know why she was so obsessed with the apology that he said casually, "I'm wrong."
She clenched her teeth and wrote more perfunctorily than before.
"I hate Ziqi."
“……” He took another piece of paper.
He never thought that one day he would be so patient, as if as long as she did not stop, the game would go on indefinitely. And he didn't complain.
Pen to her, she was a little tired, yawned: "first apologize."
His long eyelashes were covered, his hair was lifted, his kiss fell on her earlobe, and his tone was filled with paranoid grievances But I really like you. "
"Pa..."
She dropped the pen and splashed ink. It seemed that she was not satisfied with it. She picked it up and grasped it in her hand. The squirrel puffed up her cheek like a nut and broke it several times, but it didn't break.
Mu Sheng took the pen over and snapped it in his hand. He folded it into several pieces and spread it in front of her. His moist eyes looked at her and said, "have you lost your breath?"
Ling Miaomiao stares at him as if he wants to break off the pen.
He picked up a few Langhao from the penholder and arranged them in one line. He didn't care: "if it's not enough, I'll fold some more for you..."
Ling Miaomiao didn't finish listening, so she suddenly jumped into his arms and bit him on the shoulder. He pressed the man tightly in his arms. She kicked, beat and scratched her teeth and bit his clothes with blood.
The pain on his shoulder came suddenly, and his eyes flashed with strange brilliance -
at this moment, she was just like her. Ling Miaomiao was soft on the outside and tough on the inside, with sharp teeth and sharp teeth. She would fight against the army if she seized the opportunity At this moment, his heart also came alive, and then it was deep sour and confused.
The sun fell on the top of her chestnut hair. Her broken hair seemed to be inlaid with warm gold. She reached out and knocked down his bamboo dragonfly: "it's like a dragonfly because of the wind. If the wind is small, it will interfere. If you control it with a charm, it will become a puppet. What's the difference with other puppets?"
The more he fell, the more empty he was. What he missed was always her.
Dragonflies and puppets are different after all.
He calmly holding her, black eyes flashing, micro can not smell, "I was wrong."
The man in his arms gave up and said, "you, let the wild goose go later."
“…… Well
After a pause, she said, "write another one."
“……” He lowered his head, Ling Miaomiao's Apricot eyes were also looking at him, blinking.
He spread out the paper, copied three times, every word, has been thoroughly familiar with the heart.
Before signing, Ling Miaomiao grabs the pen from him and knocks the red seal on the table.
"Dad, I like Ziqi. I'm willing to marry Ziqi."
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Ling Miaomiao lowered her head and slowly tied on the tie of her shirt and skirt. Sitting in front of the dressing table, she braided her hair in front of the mirror. Her chignon was very soft. She looked left and right, and pursed her lips unsatisfactorily: "it's crooked."
Her fingertips traced the young man's face reflected in the mirror, and then nodded: "you, you help me."
Murmur silently close to her, wonderful surprised back, it seems that some do not understand how people in the mirror can appear in reality.
Mu Sheng took hold of her soft bun, took it off, and then dipped it in a little water. Some of it was unfamiliar with her long chestnut hair.
The girl in the mirror is not noisy, only opens a pair of deer like apricot eyes curiously, obedient like a doll.
"I don't want this." She made a sudden profit.
"What?" He moved slightly and looked into the mirror with black eyes.
"Don't smell like that." She pinched her nose.
He suddenly understood that she was talking about the rich fragrance of Gardenia in the water on his comb.
He looked down at the comb, slightly confused: "you used to comb your hair with it."
"Ziqi doesn't like it." "I don't like it either," she said angrily
He suddenly froze, put down the comb, took a few strands of her hair, sniffed, eyes misty: "I don't like I used to lie to you. "
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well, I like that, too." In the mirror, the face suddenly turned clear, smiling and bending his eyes, "I like it, too."
The young man bent his lips slightly, only once, and the kiss fell on her hair. Then he squatted down. He touched the ground on one knee and kissed her side face.
Ling Miaomiao tilted his head and pointed the mirror with his fingertips: "tie your hair."
He reluctantly let her go: "OK, tie your hair."
Smoke rose in the censer, so quiet that the chirping of birds could be heard outside.
The bun he had combed for a quarter of an hour was too short. When he tied the ribbon, his hands trembled. Fortunately, he was still skilled in tying his own ribbon, and the final bow was beautiful and sharp.
Ling Miaomiao looked at the braid in the mirror and said, "it's more crooked than me."
“……” He took hold of her bent bun and looked in the mirror in consultation. "Again?"
"No more." She raised her chin and shook her head.
"No, then." His eyes were dark and moist. After a while, he pursed his lips and promised, "it will be better and better in the future."
Ling Miaomiao narrowed her eyes and began to yawn. This is the side effect of love and evil, and the spirit is not good all the time. The young man put his hand behind her. Regardless of her struggle, he picked her up and settled her on the bed.
"I don't want to sleep." She insisted on playing with the black jade beads nailed on his clothes.
His hand covered the back of her hand, holding her hand, "have a rest, eat will have spirit."
"Oh." She pulled back her hand obediently, folded it in her abdomen, and her eyelashes trembled.
Mu Sheng's face was slightly pale, and he looked at her with a complicated look: "do you remember what I'm going to say later?"
"Well." She nodded.
"Do you want to practice it?"
She paused and turned her head: "No."
But the young man forced her face back and affirmed, "practice it again."
“……” She blinked and poked him in the chest. "You'll feel bad."
“……” Gentle suddenly in his eyes swing open, "will not be uncomfortable."
She clenched her teeth and shook her head. He no longer forced him. He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and straightened her hair on her forehead. He said with a smile: "it's really harder for you to say that you like it than to go to heaven."
When Ling Miaomiao was asleep in the tent, he sat down at his desk, took down the pen from the pen holder, and wrote the scribbles, marriage letters and employment forms quickly and resolutely.
"Dududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu. You see, the spirit is very big. "
The boy picked up his wings and looked at it for a while. He nodded and handed him a ingot of gold. The young man gave thanks and put it into his arms.
"Yanhe letter, when will it be delivered to you? The postman came back. It's going to take at least three days, and a boat in the middle. "
His voice was low: "enough. Take care of it on the way. "
"Good..."
"Ziqi!" There was a cry from behind.
He suddenly turned his head. Ling Miaomiao ran to him barefoot with a blue skirt. He pointed to the flapping bird and said, "I want this wild goose!"
"Yo, Miss Ling." Xiaoer laughed and fell, "this This is a wild goose
"I want this wild goose," she repeated, her face puzzled and innocent
“……” Little two's expression solidified for a moment, always feel that this girl looks strange, not like a few days ago smart and lively, and before he can react, the young man has directly picked her up, carried her back to the bed, covered with a tent, she is still pointing to the goose struggling, "I want to..."Mu Sheng came back in a hurry, gave him a ingot of gold and said in a low voice, "this one will stay, and then go to find another one."
He looked inside curiously again and touched the young man's gloomy warning eyes. He felt as if he had been strangled by someone's neck and quickly closed his eyes: "OK..."
*
Ling Miaomiao squatted on the ground and carefully poked the bird's yellow beak with his fingers.
"GA --" he was so annoyed that he gave a weak cry, and his voice was hoarse.
The girl laughed, her eyes bent, like a small animal. There were two small dishes in front of her. One was filled with a little water, and the other was filled with tired grass leaves. She twisted a piece of grass and tried it on the big bird's mouth. After a while, she lost and said, "Ziqi, he doesn't eat."
Mu Sheng looked at her face attentively and said, "just slowly."
"Doesn't he like being caught?" She raised her head nervously, "let's put it back..."
Mu Sheng's fingertips fell on her cheek and rubbed a little, "where can I put them back?"
"Where to come from, where to go..."
"Let it go?" He gave a meaningless smile: "Miaomiao, this is the gift I gave you."
After a pause, she was really distracted: "what is the straw sticker?"
He looked at her deeply, and said, "a letter to your father."
"Daddy..." She seemed to remember something. She sat down at the table and suddenly covered her head
“…… What's the matter? " He grabbed her by the wrist nervously. There was a glimmer in her eyes. She was still.
The world was silent for two or three seconds.
Her eyes were facing each other, and her hand was slowly lowered from her head.
"I'll write to Dad, too." She slightly pursed her lips, took the pen from the pen holder, and began to write with the ink and paper he had just finished.
Mu Sheng looked down and saw that she wrote fast and repeatedly, with only two sentences:
"Dad: I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry Ziqi"
"I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry Ziqi"
"I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry..."
He felt a sudden pain in his heart and held her wrist: "stop writing..."
"Don't stop me from writing to my father..." She still struggling, the last stroke out, slanting across the red grid, as if cutting the whole letter.
He finally grabbed the pen from her hand, and there were little ink marks on their clothes. She looked down at her dark hand for a few seconds and wiped it on his clothes.
“……” Murmur looked down at her hand.
She wiped off her hands, and felt uneasy again. Suddenly she put her arms around his neck and rubbed against him. She seemed very upset. Her lips repeatedly touched his face. The voice of admiration pulled people away and put her fingers on her lips. Against her heart, she said: "Miaomiao, wait..."
He rubbed his thumb repeatedly on her ruddy lips, as if he could quench her thirst. "Wait a minute."
It's just When will it be After seven days?
Will he have another chance.
Ling Miaomiao was so tired that he buried his head in his arms and said, "you apologize to me."
The tone and mood of the words were very similar to the original one, which made him freeze. Then he was excited and trembled at the same time. He did not even dare to look down at her face. His eyelashes trembled and said, "excuse me?"
"You're wrong. You shouldn't do this to me."
“……” He immediately lowered his head. "Wonderful?"
The person in the arms is still lax eyes, playing with their fingers.
Seven days later, it was all his illusion. He was not relieved or deeply lost.
He held the man in his lap, drew a new piece of paper, circled her and wrote.
Her head deviated, from his point of view, over the top of her hair, you can see her white nose and blinking eyelashes, "how can you write to dad for me?"
He raised the corner of his mouth and wrote: "I should write."
Mu two childe, ask to marry Taicang prefect Ling Lushan only daughter Ling Yu.
He is a talented young man with a similar family background. He is modest and appropriate in his words. His writing board is clear and precipitous, and he has the same strong bewilderment as himself, which makes people mistakenly think that he will be an open and aboveboard young man worthy of trust.
Through a thin piece of paper, you can almost see the father-in-law's satisfied smile.
Before he signed, he left two lines blank, gave her the pen and pointed a little paper at his fingertips: "write here."
“……” She fixed her eyes on the two lines that were empty.
His lips close to her ear, with the smell of patient seduction: "write the two sentences you just wrote."
For a father who favors his daughter alone, all kinds of family and character are the words of others, and the approval of his daughter is the decisive red chapter.
Ling Miaomiao squeezed the pen tightly, but did not drop: "you apologize to me."
The boy chuckled and nodded to kiss her hair: "I'm wrong."Ling Miaomiao pause, brush a line of words, put down the pen, and began to play with his fingers.
Mu Sheng looked down and there were only five words on the paper: "I hate Ziqi".
“……” He did not do his language, another piece of paper, more processing and transcribing, two lines before signing, the pen in her hand, "write well."
Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips: "make a good apology."
He didn't know why she was so obsessed with the apology that he said casually, "I'm wrong."
She clenched her teeth and wrote more perfunctorily than before.
"I hate Ziqi."
“……” He took another piece of paper.
He never thought that one day he would be so patient, as if as long as she did not stop, the game would go on indefinitely. And he didn't complain.
Pen to her, she was a little tired, yawned: "first apologize."
His long eyelashes were covered, his hair was lifted, his kiss fell on her earlobe, and his tone was filled with paranoid grievances But I really like you. "
"Pa..."
She dropped the pen and splashed ink. It seemed that she was not satisfied with it. She picked it up and grasped it in her hand. The squirrel puffed up her cheek like a nut and broke it several times, but it didn't break.
Mu Sheng took the pen over and snapped it in his hand. He folded it into several pieces and spread it in front of her. His moist eyes looked at her and said, "have you lost your breath?"
Ling Miaomiao stares at him as if he wants to break off the pen.
He picked up a few Langhao from the penholder and arranged them in one line. He didn't care: "if it's not enough, I'll fold some more for you..."
Ling Miaomiao didn't finish listening, so she suddenly jumped into his arms and bit him on the shoulder. He pressed the man tightly in his arms. She kicked, beat and scratched her teeth and bit his clothes with blood.
The pain on his shoulder came suddenly, and his eyes flashed with strange brilliance -
at this moment, she was just like her. Ling Miaomiao was soft on the outside and tough on the inside, with sharp teeth and sharp teeth. She would fight against the army if she seized the opportunity At this moment, his heart also came alive, and then it was deep sour and confused.
The sun fell on the top of her chestnut hair. Her broken hair seemed to be inlaid with warm gold. She reached out and knocked down his bamboo dragonfly: "it's like a dragonfly because of the wind. If the wind is small, it will interfere. If you control it with a charm, it will become a puppet. What's the difference with other puppets?"
The more he fell, the more empty he was. What he missed was always her.
Dragonflies and puppets are different after all.
He calmly holding her, black eyes flashing, micro can not smell, "I was wrong."
The man in his arms gave up and said, "you, let the wild goose go later."
“…… Well
After a pause, she said, "write another one."
“……” He lowered his head, Ling Miaomiao's Apricot eyes were also looking at him, blinking.
He spread out the paper, copied three times, every word, has been thoroughly familiar with the heart.
Before signing, Ling Miaomiao grabs the pen from him and knocks the red seal on the table.
"Dad, I like Ziqi. I'm willing to marry Ziqi."
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Ling Miaomiao lowered her head and slowly tied on the tie of her shirt and skirt. Sitting in front of the dressing table, she braided her hair in front of the mirror. Her chignon was very soft. She looked left and right, and pursed her lips unsatisfactorily: "it's crooked." Her fingertips traced the young man's face reflected in the mirror, and then nodded: "you, you help me." Murmur silently close to her, wonderful surprised back, it seems that some do not understand how people in the mirror can appear in reality. Mu Sheng took hold of her soft bun, took it off, and then dipped it in a little water. Some of it was unfamiliar with her long chestnut hair. The girl in the mirror is not noisy, only opens a pair of deer like apricot eyes curiously, obedient like a doll. "I don't want this." She made a sudden profit. "What?" He moved slightly and looked into the mirror with black eyes. "Don't smell like that." She pinched her nose. He suddenly understood that she was talking about the rich fragrance of Gardenia in the water on his comb. He looked down at the comb, slightly confused: "you used to comb your hair with it." "Ziqi doesn't like it." "I don't like it either," she said angrily He suddenly froze, put down the comb, took a few strands of her hair, sniffed, eyes misty: "I don't like I used to lie to you. " "Really?" "Really." "Well, I like that, too." In the mirror, the face suddenly turned clear, smiling and bending his eyes, "I like it, too." The young man bent his lips slightly, only once, and the kiss fell on her hair. Then he squatted down. He touched the ground on one knee and kissed her side face. Ling Miaomiao tilted his head and pointed the mirror with his fingertips: "tie your hair." He reluctantly let her go: "OK, tie your hair." Smoke rose in the censer, so quiet that the chirping of birds could be heard outside. The bun he had combed for a quarter of an hour was too short. When he tied the ribbon, his hands trembled. Fortunately, he was still skilled in tying his own ribbon, and the final bow was beautiful and sharp. Ling Miaomiao looked at the braid in the mirror and said, "it's more crooked than me." He took hold of her bent bun and looked in the mirror in consultation. "Again?" "No more." She raised her chin and shook her head. "No, then." His eyes were dark and moist. After a while, he pursed his lips and promised, "it will be better and better in the future." Ling Miaomiao narrowed her eyes and began to yawn. This is the side effect of love and evil, and the spirit is not good all the time. The young man put his hand behind her. Regardless of her struggle, he picked her up and settled her on the bed. "I don't want to sleep." She insisted on playing with the black jade beads nailed on his clothes. His hand covered the back of her hand, holding her hand, "have a rest, eat will have spirit." "Oh." She pulled back her hand obediently, folded it in her abdomen, and her eyelashes trembled. Mu Sheng's face was slightly pale, and he looked at her with a complicated look: "do you remember what I'm going to say later?" "Well." She nodded. "Do you want to practice it?" She paused and turned her head: "No." But the young man forced her face back and affirmed, "practice it again." She blinked and poked him in the chest. "You'll feel bad." Gentle suddenly in his eyes swing open, "will not be uncomfortable." She clenched her teeth and shook her head. He no longer forced him. He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and straightened her hair on her forehead. He said with a smile: "it's really harder for you to say that you like it than to go to heaven." When Ling Miaomiao was asleep in the tent, he sat down at his desk, took down the pen from the pen holder, and wrote the scribbles, marriage letters and employment forms quickly and resolutely. "Dududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu. You see, the spirit is very big. " The boy picked up his wings and looked at it for a while. He nodded and handed him a ingot of gold. The young man gave thanks and put it into his arms. "Yanhe letter, when will it be delivered to you? The postman came back. It's going to take at least three days, and a boat in the middle. " His voice was low: "enough. Take care of it on the way. " "Good..." "Ziqi!" There was a cry from behind. He suddenly turned his head. Ling Miaomiao ran to him barefoot with a blue skirt. He pointed to the flapping bird and said, "I want this wild goose!" "Yo, Miss Ling." Xiaoer laughed and fell, "this This is a wild goose "I want this wild goose," she repeated, her face puzzled and innocent Little two's expression solidified for a moment, always feel that this girl looks strange, not like a few days ago smart and lively, and before he can react, the young man has directly picked her up, carried her back to the bed, covered with a tent, she is still pointing to the goose struggling, "I want to..."Mu Sheng came back in a hurry, gave him a ingot of gold and said in a low voice, "this one will stay, and then go to find another one." He looked inside curiously again and touched the young man's gloomy warning eyes. He felt as if he had been strangled by someone's neck and quickly closed his eyes: "OK..." * Ling Miaomiao squatted on the ground and carefully poked the bird's yellow beak with his fingers. "GA --" he was so annoyed that he gave a weak cry, and his voice was hoarse. The girl laughed, her eyes bent, like a small animal. There were two small dishes in front of her. One was filled with a little water, and the other was filled with tired grass leaves. She twisted a piece of grass and tried it on the big bird's mouth. After a while, she lost and said, "Ziqi, he doesn't eat." Mu Sheng looked at her face attentively and said, "just slowly." "Doesn't he like being caught?" She raised her head nervously, "let's put it back..." Mu Sheng's fingertips fell on her cheek and rubbed a little, "where can I put them back?" "Where to come from, where to go..." "Let it go?" He gave a meaningless smile: "Miaomiao, this is the gift I gave you." After a pause, she was really distracted: "what is the straw sticker?" He looked at her deeply, and said, "a letter to your father." "Daddy..." She seemed to remember something. She sat down at the table and suddenly covered her head What's the matter? " He grabbed her by the wrist nervously. There was a glimmer in her eyes. She was still. The world was silent for two or three seconds. Her eyes were facing each other, and her hand was slowly lowered from her head. "I'll write to Dad, too." She slightly pursed her lips, took the pen from the pen holder, and began to write with the ink and paper he had just finished. Mu Sheng looked down and saw that she wrote fast and repeatedly, with only two sentences: "Dad: I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry Ziqi" "I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry Ziqi" "I like Ziqi, I am willing to marry..." He felt a sudden pain in his heart and held her wrist: "stop writing..." "Don't stop me from writing to my father..." She still struggling, the last stroke out, slanting across the red grid, as if cutting the whole letter. He finally grabbed the pen from her hand, and there were little ink marks on their clothes. She looked down at her dark hand for a few seconds and wiped it on his clothes. Murmur looked down at her hand. She wiped off her hands, and felt uneasy again. Suddenly she put her arms around his neck and rubbed against him. She seemed very upset. Her lips repeatedly touched his face. The voice of admiration pulled people away and put her fingers on her lips. Against her heart, she said: "Miaomiao, wait..." He rubbed his thumb repeatedly on her ruddy lips, as if he could quench her thirst. "Wait a minute." It's just When will it be After seven days? Will he have another chance. Ling Miaomiao was so tired that he buried his head in his arms and said, "you apologize to me." The tone and mood of the words were very similar to the original one, which made him freeze. Then he was excited and trembled at the same time. He did not even dare to look down at her face. His eyelashes trembled and said, "excuse me?" "You're wrong. You shouldn't do this to me." He immediately lowered his head. "Wonderful?" The person in the arms is still lax eyes, playing with their fingers. Seven days later, it was all his illusion. He was not relieved or deeply lost. He held the man in his lap, drew a new piece of paper, circled her and wrote. Her head deviated, from his point of view, over the top of her hair, you can see her white nose and blinking eyelashes, "how can you write to dad for me?" He raised the corner of his mouth and wrote: "I should write." Mu two childe, ask to marry Taicang prefect Ling Lushan only daughter Ling Yu. He is a talented young man with a similar family background. He is modest and appropriate in his words. His writing board is clear and precipitous, and he has the same strong bewilderment as himself, which makes people mistakenly think that he will be an open and aboveboard young man worthy of trust. Through a thin piece of paper, you can almost see the father-in-law's satisfied smile. Before he signed, he left two lines blank, gave her the pen and pointed a little paper at his fingertips: "write here." She fixed her eyes on the two lines that were empty. His lips close to her ear, with the smell of patient seduction: "write the two sentences you just wrote." For a father who favors his daughter alone, all kinds of family and character are the words of others, and the approval of his daughter is the decisive red chapter. Ling Miaomiao squeezed the pen tightly, but did not drop: "you apologize to me." The boy chuckled and nodded to kiss her hair: "I'm wrong."Ling Miaomiao pause, brush a line of words, put down the pen, and began to play with his fingers. Mu Sheng looked down and there were only five words on the paper: "I hate Ziqi". He did not do his language, another piece of paper, more processing and transcribing, two lines before signing, the pen in her hand, "write well." Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips: "make a good apology." He didn't know why she was so obsessed with the apology that he said casually, "I'm wrong." She clenched her teeth and wrote more perfunctorily than before. "I hate Ziqi." He took another piece of paper. He never thought that one day he would be so patient, as if as long as she did not stop, the game would go on indefinitely. And he didn't complain. Pen to her, she was a little tired, yawned: "first apologize." His long eyelashes were covered, his hair was lifted, his kiss fell on her earlobe, and his tone was filled with paranoid grievances But I really like you. " "Pa..." She dropped the pen and splashed ink. It seemed that she was not satisfied with it. She picked it up and grasped it in her hand. The squirrel puffed up her cheek like a nut and broke it several times, but it didn't break. Mu Sheng took the pen over and snapped it in his hand. He folded it into several pieces and spread it in front of her. His moist eyes looked at her and said, "have you lost your breath?" Ling Miaomiao stares at him as if he wants to break off the pen. He picked up a few Langhao from the penholder and arranged them in one line. He didn't care: "if it's not enough, I'll fold some more for you..." Ling Miaomiao didn't finish listening, so she suddenly jumped into his arms and bit him on the shoulder. He pressed the man tightly in his arms. She kicked, beat and scratched her teeth and bit his clothes with blood. The pain on his shoulder came suddenly, and his eyes flashed with strange brilliance - at this moment, she was just like her. Ling Miaomiao was soft on the outside and tough on the inside, with sharp teeth and sharp teeth. She would fight against the army if she seized the opportunity At this moment, his heart also came alive, and then it was deep sour and confused. The sun fell on the top of her chestnut hair. Her broken hair seemed to be inlaid with warm gold. She reached out and knocked down his bamboo dragonfly: "it's like a dragonfly because of the wind. If the wind is small, it will interfere. If you control it with a charm, it will become a puppet. What's the difference with other puppets?" The more he fell, the more empty he was. What he missed was always her. Dragonflies and puppets are different after all. He calmly holding her, black eyes flashing, micro can not smell, "I was wrong." The man in his arms gave up and said, "you, let the wild goose go later." Well After a pause, she said, "write another one." He lowered his head, Ling Miaomiao's Apricot eyes were also looking at him, blinking. He spread out the paper, copied three times, every word, has been thoroughly familiar with the heart. Before signing, Ling Miaomiao grabs the pen from him and knocks the red seal on the table. "Dad, I like Ziqi. I'm willing to marry Ziqi." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
