"...Every time I snow, I stand here, but I don't know where I am, whether I am in the Tianshan Mountains or the grasslands... With every bright sun, I stand here, but I don't know where I am, under the yellow sand in the desert, or by the clear water of the oasis.

The melodious foreign tunes floated out from the lips of a brown woman sitting on a big tree. The melodious and vast foreign tones made people feel refreshed, as if they were in a distant desert and snow-capped mountains.

"The second lady sings sound so nice." Chu Yu stopped writing and looked at the graceful figure on the tree outside the window.

Hongxiu nodded deeply while grinding the ink: "Er Niang and Sanniang both like to sit on the tree and sing this song, but it sounds better than the soft tune on the stage, but Er Niang misses home. This song is always a little sad?"

Although the emotion of "sadness" appears on the witch of Tianshan Mountain, it sounds a bit ridiculous.

Chu Yu paused, looked at the tall and steady figure of the man who was sorting the table for Qin Sheng. His big eyes turned, and then sighed: "Yes, it's said that his hometown is hard to leave, and there are no relatives here, and friends are just a kind of comfort. No matter how strong a person is, he needs a sense of belonging, not to mention that their strength is forced by life."

From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at the figure of a man next to the desk and paused, laughed in her heart, and then whispered inadvertently: "Maybe when they meet men who really feel sorry for them and don't care about worldly visions, they will really find their own home."

"Well...oh, my aunt, what are you writing... Didn't you say it's easy to practice calligraphy? Are you practicing ghost drawing talismans?" Hongxiu suddenly couldn't help but raise his voice.

Chu Yu looked down and saw that his notebook was full of messes and didn't know what he was drawing.

She couldn't help laughing: "Ahhahaha..."

Although she knew how to read, she could not write traditional Chinese characters and brushes at all, so her characters were not ordinary ugly. Since she took over the Tiangong Embroidery Room and became the president of the commerce company, she had to write and made a lot of ugly words for her characters.

Qin Sheng didn't mind. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she asked Aunt Jin to point Hongxiu to help her practice calligraphy.

However, the learning results are so bad that Hongxiu, who has a good temper, can't help but get crazy.

"Grandma, can you spare me and be your master?" Hongxiu cried with tears in her face.

It has been a month since this little ancestor wrote like a ghost painting talisman, which made Aunt Jin doubt her level of professionalism.

"I swear to practice hard!" Chu Yu quickly grabbed her sleeve.

While they were talking, the tall and steady light green figure disappeared into the room at some point.

...

Spring Breeze Garden

Huo Sanniang was sitting on the roof, grinding the knife intently.

Recently, she pulled out more than twenty small knives made of thousand-year-old cold iron from the sect leader who flew to the door, and planned to exchange them for a new weapon.

Suddenly, a cold male voice rang out like a ghostly under the room: "You always like to sit on the roof that is so high, or you just sit on the tree and don't like to walk. Is it because standing in a high place that reminds you of the grassland?"

Huo Sanniang was concentrating on grinding the blade at one angle. The sudden sound scared her and she cut her hand in a flash: "Hiss!"

She couldn't help but frown at the bloody knife on her hand.

Huo Yao flew over instantly, pinched her wrist, and said coldly, "No matter how hard you sharpen a knife, you can cut your hand. I don't know how you survived in your first half of your life. Is it because your ancestral tomb in your previous life?

Huo Sanniang looked at the knife in her hand without any concern and smiled boldly: "Hehe, the things from the flying knife door are indeed good. Just by touching a little bit of skin, I can get such a big cut, which is worth spending several years of money!"

Huo Yao looked at her completely indifferent look and was so angry that he was so angry that he was so handsome that he was: "Do you have any problems with your brain?"

Huo Sanniang raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "I'm brain-sick, so I fell in love with you."

"You...!" Huo Yao was so upset by her words that he was about to leave with a cold face.

"It's easy to leave, I won't send him off." Seeing that he turned around and didn't keep him, Huo Sanniang just smiled and waved her hands, then squatted back to the roof, holding her fingers while preparing to continue sharpening the knife.

Huo Yao looked at her like that, and was so angry that his teeth were itchy. He pinched her hand and pulled her up again: "Can't you be a little bit like a woman?"

Huo Sanniang's big green eyes flashed like a gem, and she looked charming, biting her plump lips: "What's wrong, am I a woman? Don't you know the most?"

Huo Yao looked at her, not knowing where the anger in his heart came from. In short, since he tossed her in the bathroom last time and teared her face, the two of them got drunk and rolled up the bed sheets again, as if they were the same as before.

She still looked so charming and charming, and she still looked very interested in him.

The two of them are still very fit.

But what he knew was that there was something different.

But he doesn't say it, she doesn't say it.

Huo Yao was silent for a while, suddenly lowered his head, opened his thin lips and put her fingers between her lips.

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Chapter completed!