long love becomes ill

Chapter 352 The man standing in the quaint landscape of the town has a sense of incompatibility and luxury
The young man was extremely handsome, holding several pairs of couplets in his hand, and a bowl of freshly made paste.

"You don't remember me? I'm Wu Bo." The Wu family boy's heart beat a little faster. When he was a child, he knew that the granddaughter of the opposite grandma's house was good-looking, but when he grew up and saw it, he realized that it was not just good-looking. The young woman wore The most simple and frugal plain sweater, the facial features are exquisite, the lips are light-colored, and there is a kind of indifferent color lingering between the eyebrows and eyes. It is obvious that they grew up together when they were young, but the Wu family boy has an illusion. The two are people from two worlds.

That bad boy who sat on the wall, picked green fruits and hit her?
Qing Huan smiled slightly, put down the frame filled with thick weeds that he just cut in his hand, and said lightly: "Thank you, but the house is dirty, and the Spring Festival couplets will be posted later."

The Wu family boy looked at the old house, scratched his head and smiled, "It's normal that no one has lived in it for so many years. After the Spring Festival, I will call someone to repair it for you. The old house is transparent from north to south, warm in winter and cool in summer, and many rich people Everyone wants to buy a house like this to live in.”

Wu Bo thought that Qing Huan might come back to live in the old house, and the two families were door-to-door neighbors, his whole body became hot and his heart beat faster again.

The Wu family boy put the couplets and paste aside, and helped Qing Huan clean up neatly.

"Sister, it's New Year's Eve today, you want to celebrate the New Year in the old house?" The Wu family boy asked enthusiastically.

Qing Huan shook her head and said lightly: "At first I just came back to take a look, but I didn't expect grandma to leave the house to me, and I will leave after I worship the ancestors and post the Spring Festival couplets, and I will come back after I finish my outside affairs. .”

"Oh, if you want to worship your ancestors, you have to hurry to buy firecracker incense candles. If it's too late, you won't be able to sell them. I'll buy them for you." Can't stop it.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to continue cleaning.

The Wu family boy rushed out of the old house and stood in the alley, looking at the walls covered with green creepers, sweating all over his body even though it was winter.

Qing Huan returned to the small town alone on New Year's Eve. He must have no boyfriend or a family. Wu Bo was restless and happily went back to get his mobile phone and wallet. He went to the street to buy firecrackers and incense candles. A stranger is asking for directions.

The man in front of him was wearing a navy blue long coat, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was tall, slender and tall. Standing in the quaint landscape of the town, he had a sense of luxury that didn't fit in.

The man seemed to notice his attention, and turned his head slightly. On his handsome and stern face, the phoenix eyes were as deep as frost on a winter night, carrying a trace of coldness, which made people dare not look directly at him.

Wu Bo was stunned for a moment, he is also a family who has been working outside all the year round, and he has also seen those sensual playboys in the imperial capital. Those rich people have less than one-tenth of the aura of the man in front of him, so he quickly turned his eyes away and dared not look any more.

"Wu Bo, these two people asked about Lane 180, isn't that the grandma Zhang's house? This house has been vacant for many years. Don't you live at the opposite door?" The neighbor at the alley asked quickly when he saw Wu Bo.

"Ah?" Wu Bo was startled, his face changed slightly, did he come to look for Qing Huan?
Qing Huan only returned to the small town yesterday, and she came back late. Except for their house across the door, the neighbors in the neighborhood would not dare to recognize her even if they saw it.

"You've seen Qing Huan." The man narrowed his eyes, his voice was low and cold, and he spoke in a straight voice.

　There are plots of ancient towns, and I like the life described in "The Wooden Comb" by the poet Lu Ye.Under the carved wooden window, we ate water shield perch, drank Biluochun and glutinous rice wine, wrote poems that made Luoyang paper expensive, talked about life on the chessboard, and sent away grievances and hatred with a gently shaking silk fan. I am you. My lady, you are my official who has cut off his official career
　　
　
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