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When Ling Yuanfeng first came to Yunyao Town, it was late autumn and the weather was getting colder day by day.

In this remote and closed town, people were shocked and suspicious of his arrival, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

He didn't care, so he rented a shop in the town, and set up three tiled houses in the small courtyard behind the shop.

Since the Meridian Incident, he has never liked to talk and has become taciturn. Perhaps because he is tall and burly, with a rough and sharp appearance, and does not speak much, no one in the entire Yunyao Town dares to talk to him.

That day, he opened the door of the shop and happened to see a few girls passing by their own door. When he saw him, the girls all turned their eyes, as if he was a monster who could eat people. He just hurried past the shop and didn't even dare to take a look.

He didn't care, so he just closed the door. When he turned around, he heard someone calling behind him; "Wen Ning'er, go faster, come here!"

Hearing that name, Ling Yuanfeng was slightly stunned, and his pair of bright black eyes suddenly turned around and looked back.

I saw that the girls just now had already walked in front, but there was a girl following behind them, holding a basket in her hand, and I didn't know what was inside. Perhaps seeing her falling behind, someone in front of them urged her.

"Sister Amei, wait for me." The girl looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. She had a melon-shaped face the size of a palm, her delicate skin as white as jade, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and picturesque, very gentle and charming.

She didn't notice Ling Yuanfeng, but just raised her sleeve and tried the sweat on her forehead. Taking advantage of the time when the girl in front stopped waiting for her, she accelerated her pace and walked towards them.

"Tsk tsk, it's not that I'm boasting. Look at the appearance of the daughter of the Wen family, it's no wonder that Mr. Fang's soul has been hooked up by her. He insisted that Mr. Fang send a matchmaker to the Wen family to propose marriage." When several women saw them walking away, they gathered together and whispered. They didn't know that they were completely heard by Ling Yuanfeng.

"No, I heard that Aunt Wen originally planned to promise her daughter to Shi Yuan, but the boy was gone again. Seeing that his daughter was grown up, he couldn't wait for him all the time, so he dragged his daughter into an old girl for nothing."

Hearing Shi Yuan's name, Ling Yuanfeng's eyes darkened, but his fists were unknown and he clenched them quietly.

"Not to mention Aunt Wen, even if I say it's me, I would rather marry my daughter to Young Master Fang than to the poor boy Shi Yuan. Not to mention the fat Fang family, just talk about Young Master Fang, that's also a handsome talent and a talented master. I heard that this year's provincial examination is the first place, and I will go to the Beijing Palace Museum to take the exam soon."

As soon as the words were finished, the other women agreed and listened carefully, and they all praised the young master Fang. The others said that Wen Ning'er was blessed and could marry such a happy man.

Ling Yuanfeng's eyes were dark, and his tall body stood there motionlessly. There was no expression on Yingting's face, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Among the chattering women, one of them saw him, immediately closed his mouth and gave a wink at everyone. The other women turned their eyes and saw him standing at the door of the shop, with a trace of fear passing through his face. Several people looked at each other and finally left in front of the shop without a sound.

Until they walked away, some low-key sounds were still heard in the men's ears with the wind.

"What a weird guy. I don't know why I came to our town."

"Looking at how he looks, it's really scary. Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless him, you must not be a thief."

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When Ling Yuanfeng heard this, he just smiled faintly. From what he said just now, he was enough to tell that Young Master Fang was indeed a young talented man and beautiful woman with Wen Ning'er. Wen Ning'er married such a husband, naturally, was also a happy marriage.

If Shi Yuan had spirit in the sky, he would be somewhat relieved to learn all this.

He thought about this, but he was worried after all. He went to Fang's mansion to inquire, and even Jingzhou City. After many inquiries, he confirmed that what the women said was true. The Fang family was not only rich, but what was rare is that Mr. Fang was generous and had a good reputation in Yunyao Town.

As for Young Master Fang, Ling Yuanfeng had seen him from afar. When he saw that he was handsome, he was a scholar and would never be wronged by Wen Ning'er. So he felt relieved.

Seeing that the Fang family had already asked a matchmaker to go to the Wen family to propose marriage, and even set the wedding date, Ling Yuanfeng packed up his luggage and planned to leave Yun Yao rather than leave.

As for where to go, he was not sure. He was afraid that he would be home for his home and wandered around at will.

Just as he was about to leave Yun Yao, something unexpected happened. He didn't expect that it would have changed his life because of this incident.

The third young master of the Fang family got sick overnight and died suddenly. Before Wen Ning'er entered the door, she defeated her fiancé to death. With such a reputation, no one would want to marry her in a small place like Yunyao Town.

Because of this, Ling Yuanfeng naturally couldn't leave, so he had to stay. He wanted to wait and see what happened, but he went up the mountain to chop wood that day, but on the way back, he vaguely heard someone crying.

Hearing his footsteps, the slender and weak body turned around, revealing a soft and desolate little face that looked like a lotus after the rain.

Because of tears, Wen Ning'er's eyes, which were originally as clear as autumn water, were even clean at this time. She stared at the man behind her, her fair little face was red from the cold. She knelt in front of Young Master Fang's grave, with a hint of panic and a hint of fear, and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

The sound was very tender, soft and very nice.

Although Ling Yuanfeng has been suppressed by Yun Yao for a long time, Wen Ning'er usually doesn't leave the door and does not step into the door, so she has no impression of him.

Ling Yuanfeng looked at her, and the woman in front of him gradually overlapped with the little elephant. Although she grew up, she was still as pure and flawless as the picture of the little elephant.

The tears on her face seemed to contain infinite grievances. The sound of who you are still a little nasal sound made Ling Yuanfeng feel a little moved, and a hint of pity came from her heart.

She didn't know herself, and she wouldn't know that she had seen her for a long time, nor would she know that Shi Yuan was thinking about her before her death. She was all her.

Ling Yuanfeng withdrew his gaze and walked down the mountain without saying a word. After returning to Yunyao Town, the next day, his iron shop opened quietly and became a blacksmith in Yunyao Town.

Whenever someone comes to him to make a fuss, he will tell him a few words from time to time when he sees his price is fair and his work is good. Not long after, Ling Yuanfeng settled his feet in Yunyao Town.

After he used the money he saved with the iron to ask the matchmaker to go to the Wen family to propose marriage, he made up his mind and spent three meals and one sleep in Yunyao Town quietly.

Shi Yuan died because of him, so it was his unshirkable responsibility to take care of Wen Ning'er. But what he never expected was that his heart would gradually sink for that little girl.

I remember that on the night of the wedding, when she stood in front of her pretty and timidly in the bright red wedding dress, for no reason, he wanted to take her into his arms and take good care of her.

He treated her meticulously, and the days after marriage were even more comfortable and comfortable that he had never had before. Countless times, when he woke up from his sleep and looked at the little lady in his arms, an illusion would come to his heart. What kind of virtue is Ling Yuanfeng, such a good wife, such a good life?

She was so simple and flawless, but she had already had a thousand warehouses and holes. No one knew that in front of her, he often felt powerless. He had such an unbearable past, and he was fourteen years older than her. In front of her purity, he felt that he was no longer worthy of having her.

What's more, whether it was her or such sweet days, they belonged to Shi Yuan. If it weren't for Shi Yuan, he would have died at the Meridian Gate. If it weren't for Shi Yuan, he would never have known that there was Yunyao Town and Wen Ning'er in this world.

Occasionally, when he looks at his little lady with her eyebrows and eyes curled up, he always reminds him of the little elephant from that time. How lucky he is to be.

After all the thousands of sails passed, he would even give him another one.

When she called him a husband softly with a sweet voice, he felt that his heart was about to be melted. All the past, all the whistle and iron horses were not as good as her voice full of dependence and trust, and she called herself a husband softly.

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"Husband, what are you thinking?" Wen Ning'er snuggled into the man's arms and gently arched her head. Seeing that he was in a daze, she couldn't help calling him.

Ling Yuanfeng came to his senses, turned around and put his big hand on her waist. He smiled slightly and said warmly, "It's nothing, it's just that he remembered some things from the past."

"What's the matter?" Wen Ning'er blinked and said curiously.

Ling Yuanfeng stroked her little face with his big hand, and his dark eyes were bottomless. He spoke and said in a deep voice; "I remembered the first time I saw you."

Wen Ning'er smiled, thinking that he was talking about the time he was visiting the grave for Young Master Fang. She snuggled tighter in the man's arms and said softly, "Why do you think about what happened at that time?"
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