MTL - Be Pampered and Spoiled-Chapter 130

Zuo Xian's feeling didn't seem to be an illusion—and the most obvious thing was that Lu Xingxian seemed to be getting closer to her.

It's not that the two people are usually estranged, but that when they get along, they are always like an old couple for many years. Although this is also because the two are too familiar, there is always something missing. Now Zuo Xian I feel that Lu Xingxian seems to have completely made up for all of this.

There are many, many tiny details in life, and they all come together in the end, slowly unfolding in front of Zuo Xian.

It was only then that she realized that in this relationship, both she and Lu Xingxian were working hard.

The two of them are like a pair of couples who are really in love. No one needs to work hard to take the initiative to do anything. At a certain point in time, they seem to be able to intimately do what couples should do This is a kind of tacit understanding that is natural.

Lu Xingxian finally stopped taking care of her like a child. Although there is nothing wrong with taking care of her like this, life always needs some excitement—this is very important to Zuo Xian of.

As for how important this is... Well, anyway, Zuo Xian thinks, it must be very high anyway.

Because the subtle changes in the atmosphere between the two cannot be hidden from the staff who want to get along with them day and night, but I don't think it's strange, I just think it's a young couple. Going up to the next floor, there are many blessings, eating dog food until I have tears in my eyes... more.

After that night, there seemed to be an inexplicable relationship between the little doctor and the officer, and the air was full of ambiguity.

We all live under the same roof, and none of them are blind. Naturally, we can see it, and we all believe it—especially the young apprentices. When they look at the officers, their expressions are full of ambiguous jokes and awe—that’s for the future. The awe of the proprietress.

After all, who can take down their little shopkeeper, what kind of warrior and fearless is he!

The peaceful days always pass unnoticed, time flies, and it is time for the officer to say goodbye in a blink of an eye.

It was snowing heavily that day, and the silhouettes of a group of people running on the road were gradually covered by snow. The hats on the top of their heads were covered with snow in a short while, and they had to be patted from time to time to pat off the excess snow on their bodies. In order to prevent the clothes from being penetrated by the melted snow water.

Mi Lan was holding a pearl red oiled paper umbrella, only the edges were decorated with some dark patterns. Her umbrella was held firmly, and the umbrella surface was slightly inclined, which just covered the upper body of her and the officer.

Finally arrived under the big tree at the Longfeng Bridge at the entrance of the village, Mi Lan looked back at the snow-covered village and the footprints they left when they walked all the way, then turned her head suddenly, and said with a smile, "I'll take you here, shall I? "

Yan Xiao looked back in silence, gently pulled up her broken hair that was scattered around her ears with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Suddenly a little speechless, the two just looked at each other in silence. The soldiers who followed were trembling with their arms folded, looked at each other, shrugged and walked away, Yan Xiao looked back, frowned, and finally turned around to leave.

However, at the moment when she turned around, a pair of warm hands stretched out from the warm bag and gently grabbed the corner of her clothes.

The umbrella fell on the snow without making any noise, and was buried by the snow in a short while.

She turned her head in an instant, looked at the woman in the snow who was smiling like the rising sun, and only heard her say in a rare gentle way, "My daughter Hong, who my mother buried for me, is under this tree."

The corners of Yan Xiao's lips tightened unconsciously for a moment, but she heard Mi Lan say slowly and softly, "I hope you don't forget the one-year agreement."

"Okay." Yan Xiao looked at the towering ancient tree on his head that was covered with snow and looked overwhelmed, but it had been guarding the village for nearly a hundred years, and said solemnly, "Wait for me."

The daily life in the small village is not exciting, but there are many trivial things, but there are only a few of them.

Whoever puts in more effort, the crops in the field are growing well, and whoever is jealous of another family's land, takes advantage of the fact that only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in that family, and wants to 'exchange land', or, where is it? What gossip can be chatted for those who have nothing to do in the afternoon to provide some entertainment.

It’s as if you can’t feel the passage of time here. It seems that at a certain moment, it seems that the weather has entered summer, and the cicadas and frogs are singing endlessly. There was no trace of the sound of falling on the ground.

Before they knew it, the day when the two of them met was approaching.

It wasn't until this time that Mi Lan realized that it wasn't that she wasn't in a hurry, it was just because the time was too far away, so she suppressed it and didn't think about it, but once she realized that there were not a few days left, she scratched her head and hoped that the time would pass sooner. Every second is a torment.

She would occasionally go around the tree at the head of the village and look around on the bridge for a while.

The tradition in the village has always been like this. They will choose under the oldest tree, seal the names of the girls in the village to be married on the wine jar, and then the parents or other elders will personally bury it on the daughter's birthday. Opening it on the day of marriage is the most important dowry for a girl.

With their lifetime expectations, they will marry the one they love the most.

Whenever she thinks of the "ten miles of red makeup" that Yan Xiao said, Mi Lan thinks, even if there is no ten miles of red makeup, even if Yan Xiao is poor and white when she comes back, she thinks that she can afford Yan Xiao, especially Willing... to marry her.

In today's society, it is common for men and women to live in partnership with each other, and to marry or marry depends entirely on the decision of the heart.

After all, this person doesn't talk much, but he is capable, and his thoughts are still delicate - he is more considerate than the hundreds of apprentices she has taken in.

Thinking of this, Mi Lan couldn't help but stop what she was doing, and fell into a certain kind of thought.

Her eyes were slightly empty, and the medicinal materials she was planning to classify were put aside inexplicably, her cheeks were slightly red, and she had an appearance that only girls of this age could have.

Girl Huaichun.

This was Zuo Xian's only thought after watching the party.

And there is obviously more than one person who has the same idea as her.

Comrade Xiao Zhao next to him has been very drifting recently, and his relationship with Zuo Xian has also become closer, and his words are not so reserved.

Seeing this, he looked at himself in the mockup, then at the image of someone leaning against the window with hazy eyes and shyness, and finally sighed, "It's really... ah...!"

The middle part is omitted, but it is more intriguing, and especially the last "ah" tail floats upwards, with a little tremolo.

Zuo Xian: "..."

"Director, I think this one might need to be re-taken." She looked at the girl Huaichun in the mirror again with a deep expression, thinking that if it dares to be put in ten years later, it will definitely be a dark historical photo with hot eyes .

Unexpectedly, Director Chen denied it outright, waved his hands several times, and said, "No need to retake, no need to retake, this one is very good."

Director Chen also observed carefully, and said, "Look, the character of Mi Lan is a girl who has never been in contact with love beyond family affection. Every girl is a girl. For the first time, she always brings her own fantasies. And ignorant, going to Qiji's future life, I think, it is quite realistic, and it can pave the way for the next scene, look at this expression, how dreamy and beautiful, right?"

Paving the way for the next game... Zuo Xian couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he thought of this.

Strictly speaking, "The State Banquet" is not a tragedy.

But in the eyes of the vast majority of audiences who only want to watch emotional scenes, isn't that a complete tragedy!

The two heroines are separated forever just because of a few days—and they are especially cruel. One of them really prepared ten miles of red makeup, but he rode a horse to the village first. Who knew that what he saw was his sweetheart. The appearance under the promise tree.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Zuo Xian couldn't help but tsk tsk, and then glanced at Director Chen who was watching, and sighed, forget it, maybe, fans who have spontaneously cultivated into talents can find it later in the movie What about the different ways to eat sugar?

It was another New Year's Eve, and the village was a bit lively on this day.

Firecrackers were lit in every household, and the roaring sound and bursts of flames could be heard in the nearby towns and villages.

This evening, the tradition of the Mi family is to observe the new year, but Mi Lan is the only one left in the family, so she has to be here alone to accompany the relatives in the ancestral hall to spend this not too cold New Year's Eve night.

"The shopkeeper, I'll go down and rest first." The little apprentice said with a slumped head, rubbing his eyes, "I'll sleep at the bottom of the warehouse tonight, and I can move things in the morning."

"En." Mi Lan replied lightly, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the perpetual calendar hanging on the wall.

There are only a few days left before the day they agreed on.

The days of the few thin sheets of paper that were not clamped by the board seemed to be extremely difficult, no matter how staring at it, it passed so slowly.

Seeing the shopkeeper's appearance, the little apprentice secretly smiled, closed the door and went down.

He has a little cold today, and he has to go down and boil some medicine, so don't go to bed late.

The courtyard fell into silence again, but in the midst of this silence, bursts of 'bang! ''boom! 'the sound of.

Mi Lan listened for a while, then frowned tightly—the sound was wrong.

The sound of normal firecrackers, crackling at most, is impossible for the sound to spread so far and even reverberate. Even if someone in the village is willing to buy those loud ones for their children, the sound will never be this messy , but there should be regular ringing, at most four or five times, and there should be no sound.

This sound... sounds more like gunshots, and, from far to near, it is coming to the end of the village, accompanied by people's roars and struggles!

Mi Lan's complexion changed, she subconsciously looked at the spiritual tablet on the ancestral hall, her heart beat like a drum, her palms were sweating, and she thought of what happened almost instantly.

She pursed her lips tightly, and opened the door to take a look. Sure enough, not far away, the sound of a gun rang out again. This time, the distance was so close that she could see the flame of the gun when it fired a bullet.

Xueluo was also awakened by the sound, and rubbing his eyes in a daze, he came out of the underground warehouse in the backyard and said, "It's big, shopkeeper, otherwise I'll be with you..."

"Go back immediately!" Mi Lan's face was sharp, she held Xueluo's cuff with one hand, and said coldly, "If I didn't call you, or there was no movement outside at all—or, you waited until Yan Xiao, otherwise, you would never come out .”

Xueluo froze in place for a moment, and Mi Lan foolishly pushed her to the cellar hidden under the tree in the backyard by herself.

After finishing all this, Mi Lan calmly returned to the main room of the ancestral hall in the front yard.

The night in the village was so quiet that even the frogs in the grass could be heard clearly, not to mention so many people were asking where she lived.

—she had heard it just now.

I also heard the gunshots that followed as many people in the village refused to say where she lived.

Apart from the elderly, there were only some women and children left in the village. They did not have strong troops, let alone weapons at hand. They had no way to fight head-on with this group of gunmen.