After taking off the mask every day, you must take good care of your beauty. Everything in this world is purely natural and does not contain any chemicals. It is a good thing that money cannot buy. It is really a waste not to use it.
After arriving here, Manmei paid more attention to physical exercise and went for a walk in the mountains every day. The eldest lady's body was too weak and she had no ability to protect herself at all. It would be a burden to carry her while escaping.
Try to do some work that can move your body so that your body will not become useless in case of trouble.
On that day, the sun was just right. The mothers-in-law washed the replacement quilt covers and sheets, and the three sisters took them to the backyard to dry them.
Looking at the clean white cloth floating in the courtyard, the sun was warming her body, which was very comfortable. While basking in the quilt, Mei Miao unconsciously sang a song, which was still her favorite song "Five Hundred Years of Changes in the Fields".
My mood when I sang this time was completely different from that then. My singing voice was full of joy, and the corners of my mouth were always raised while singing.
Especially when she sings: ‘Why, why, does God have such an arrangement?’ It actually brings with it the slightest expectation that the supporting actress, who is separated from the main line of the story, will change? What kind of ending will there be?
She kept singing this song, I don’t know how many times she sang it, until the whole courtyard was covered with washed sheets and quilt covers, she clapped her hands with satisfaction, "It’s done, if the sun is still so good tomorrow, we will just leave
I washed everything that rained, so I wouldn’t have to wash it when it rains.”
"Sister, come here and continue singing for us!" Yanliu sat on a stone bench in the shade, "Come on, let's sunbathe carefully."
"Sister, you sing really beautifully. You have a good voice and your songs are nice. Please teach us how to sing." Feng He echoed, "Sister rarely sang before. Although she sang the same song, she thought today's song sounded much better. People listened to it.
I'm happy, it's not as uncomfortable as I heard before."
Isn’t that nonsense? Have I ever been in such a good mood to sing before?
Thinking that he finally got rid of the fate of getting lunch when he appeared, he felt very good. He stretched out his hand and tapped Feng He's nose, "Okay, I will teach you a song. In the future, when you have a husband you are satisfied with, sing it to
They listen."
As he spoke, he stood up, picked a small flower from the grass in the courtyard, and held it in his hand, "This song is called Daughter's Love. Listen carefully.
Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together, and the spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating. I quietly ask the young master, is my daughter beautiful? Is my daughter beautiful?
No matter how powerful or wealthy you are, no matter how strict the rules are, I just want to be with the one I love forever.
Love Ripples, love Ripples, may we always be with you in this life!"
Thinking that they were going to sing to their wishful husbands, they changed the name of the holy monk to the son, which felt much more natural.
In modern times, she is the backbone of literature and art. She is capable of everything from planning to performing in person. She held a flower in her hand and smiled, constantly doing various actions in accordance with the lyrics and tunes. Especially at the end, when she lay on Feng He's lap,
She made her fingers look like orchid fingers, put them between her cheeks, raised her head and smiled and asked if her daughter was beautiful, even the wind and smoke could not help but nod.
"Sister sings so well. If I could have sung it to my uncle, I might have..." Yanliu is an outspoken person. Seeing Manmei acting like this, she blurted out.
Feng He turned her around and she shut up.
Manmiao smiled nonchalantly, stretched out her hand to insert the flowers into Yanliu's bun, and looked at her work with satisfaction, "How can he see me in his eyes? It's hard to meet him, and how can I have the chance to sing to him?
Besides, there are so many women who are willing to sing for him, no more than me, no less than me, but I don’t want to join in the fun."
"After the eldest sister came out, she was full of energy. I like this kind of eldest sister." Yanliu nodded and stopped dwelling on the issue.
He looked around with satisfaction and laughed loudly, "I have my own life, my own career, and plenty of time to experience a lot of interesting things. Why aren't you happy? Let me stay in that boxy cage for the rest of my life.
It’s so uncomfortable. I look at people I don’t want to look at every day, and I have to think through the consequences before speaking. How frustrating is my life? How can I be free and carefree like today~~!”
He said the last line carefree and sang it again, with the same sweet singing voice and unnatural smile.
The three sisters were playing in the courtyard, but they didn't notice that someone was standing on the third floor with great interest, watching the three women downstairs talking and laughing.
He stood by the half-open window, which blocked most of his figure. Looking down from above, he was condescending and could clearly see every move of the people in the courtyard. Manmei had always ignored the arrangements for the guest's accommodation, and did not expect that anyone would
The rooms are specifically designed to be close to the backyard. There are not many rooms on this side. We are usually told to give guests rooms with a good view first. Unless there is no room at the back, do not give them to guests.
He stood there quietly and looked downstairs. Another man in Confucian robes came over and took a look downstairs. "I feel good listening to the song, but it's a pity that I'm average. If I were good-looking, I would be worthy of it."
This is singing.”
The man by the window glanced at him, then turned around and continued looking downstairs, saying, "Are you blind?"
The expression on this woman's face is slightly dull, which does not match her sweet singing voice. She is obviously wearing a human skin mask, and it is impossible to make her expression lifelike, which makes people feel a little unnatural.
He could clearly hear the conversation between the three of them. This woman must have come from a high-ranking family. She didn't know whether she divorced her or escaped on her own. Seeing how free and easy she looked, she probably divorced.
Suddenly a curiosity arose, and I wanted to see what kind of appearance she had under the mask, which could match that beautiful singing voice.
A voice with a frivolous tone suddenly shouted loudly, "Little lady, why don't you stop singing? Keep singing. If you sing well, you will be rewarded!"
Manmei looked up and saw that she had added a large balcony on the third floor of the inn. There were some tables, chairs and benches on the balcony. She originally wanted it to be a place where people could leisurely bask in the sun during the day and drink under the moon at night. Unexpectedly, it was like this during the day.
Some people are drunk.
The man was lying on the wooden railing, still holding a wine pot and glass in his hand. He poured himself a drink and took a sip, while looking at her, "Come up, come up, keep singing."
Because he was lying face down without any image, I couldn't tell his figure. I just thought he was not very fat. He had a normal figure. He was wearing a blue Confucian robe and a scholar's scarf of the same color on his head, but he didn't have a scholarly temperament. How could he look at it?
How come they look like those prodigal dandies?
They lowered their heads and glanced at Yanliu Fenghe inquiringly. They also had angry looks on their faces and said to Manmei, "This person moved in two days ago. There has been no one there before. He came out on the balcony early this morning."
I've been drinking for a while, and now I'm not in good shape. I heard he's a young man from a wealthy family who travels around. Who knows who he is? Sister, please don't talk to him."
While talking, the dude kept shouting, "Little lady, come up and sing a song."
He cursed in a low voice, "Sing your sister's song, go away and cool off, you bastard."
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