No, gentlemen are also careful Chapter 594: Tan Langs rouge is given to the embroiderer, and the dream is full of makeup and tears. [Seven thousand words, two in one, please vote for me!]
Chapter 594: Tan Langs rouge is given to the embroiderer, and the dream is full of makeup and tears. [Seven thousand words, two in one, please vote for me!]
"Miss Xiu Niang, why don't you eat?"
Ouyang Rong asked in a curious tone.
There is a pretty woman who doesn't speak.
In the courtyard, under a pear tree, the early spring noon sun was falling on a plate of half-fat and half-lean pork belly on the stone table.
Each piece of pork belly on the plate is cut into evenly sized mahjong pieces. It is red and translucent in the sun, and is as colored as agate. It is soft but not rotten, fat but not greasy.
A handful of green scallions are poured on the meat together with the soup, which makes people salivate.
Ouyang Rong had just served this plate of Dongpo meat, took off his apron, and sat down with a smile.
He filled two bowls of steaming white rice, one for each of Zhao Qingxiu.
Zhao Qingxiu picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of Dongpo pork first under Ouyang Rong's smiling eyes.
Put one hand under the chopsticks and put the meat into your mouth.
He lowered his head and chewed carefully for a while.
After swallowing the first mouthful of meat, the girl covered in azure ribbons stopped using her chopsticks, lowered her head and sat down, quietly.
I didn’t continue picking up food.
"Well, isn't it delicious?"
After Ouyang Rong asked strangely, he immediately poked a pair of chopsticks together, rolled up his sleeves, and put a small piece of pork belly into his mouth.
"It should be okay. The pork only had time to simmer on low heat for an hour and a half, which was a lack of heat. But I added some rice wine, which not only removed the fishy smell, but also made the meat a little softer."
I heard the chattering and laughing voice of the handsome young man Qing Qu who was "cooking not far away" in front of me.
Zhao Qingxiu raised her head slightly.
"Don't you like things that are too sweet, Xiu Niang?"
Ouyang Rong's mumbling was interrupted by Zhao Qingxiu grabbing his cuffs.
There is writing on the table, and the wet marks are beautiful.
[It’s very sweet and delicious. I’ve never eaten such delicious meat]
Ouyang Rong smiled grimly, picked up his chopsticks, and continued to eat.
"Thank you for the compliment. If others say it, I only take it as a compliment. The embroiderer is already good at her craftsmanship. If the embroiderer says yes, it is a real compliment."
Zhao Qingxiu also smiled happily, picked up the hot rice bowl, and started eating with great concentration.
Under the pear tree in the courtyard, the two of us had a delicious lunch with one chopstick and one chopstick.
Ouyang Rong ate peacefully, never asking where Zhao Qingxiu had gone in the morning.
[When did the young master return to the city]
"In the morning, I took care of some minor matters and came here.
"I passed by Dongshi and took a look. Pork is quite cheap now. It cost eighty yuan per catty. Hey, Miss Xiu Niang didn't look at last year's price...
"By the way, wait for me to get off."
Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up and ran to the living room.
Zhao Qingxiu stopped with the bowl and chopsticks in her hands and turned her head in confusion.
She didn't wait long before she heard Tan Lang's footsteps and the "Longling" sound of the ice-white jade hairpin coming from far away.
Ouyang Rong returned and placed a small jar in his arms in front of Zhao Qingxiu, side by side with Dongpo Meat.
He actually returned with a small object in his arms, but he didn't take it out immediately.
Ouyang Rong rolled up his sleeves, opened the jar seal, and said with a smile:
"Try it, the pickled radish from Donglin Temple Zaozhaiyuan is the best in Longcheng. I passed by before coming back and picked up a jar.
"Xiu Niang should be familiar with it, she must have tasted it in the Beitian Almshouse of Donglin Temple before."
Zhao Qingxiu picked up a piece, lowered her head and took a small bite, and the crunching sound between her red lips and white teeth made the blindfolded girl, who was always quiet and polite when eating each other, turn red at the base of her ears.
According to Ouyang Rong's observations these days... the embroiderer blushes very easily. Sometimes when Ouyang Rong looks at her for a little longer and is noticed, the embroiderer will lower his head and blush...
Ouyang Rong, who was sitting across the table, seemed not to hear or see.
He ate much more casually, with his cheeks puffed out and chewing freely, ignoring the crunching sound of the pickled radish.
This casual atmosphere caused Zhao Qingxiu's tight and thin body to loosen up a little and relax a lot.
She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and she held her chopsticks more diligently.
After eating for a while.
[I asked for a lottery at Chengtian Temple in the morning]
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly dipped her index finger in water and wrote on the table.
Ouyang Rong put down the bowl and asked curiously:
"What signature? Let me take a look."
[I don’t know, I just asked for a signature casually, don’t take it too seriously]
Zhao Qingxiu sat sideways, facing Ouyang Rong.
"Okay, let me take a look first."
Ouyang Rong smiled and stretched out his hand.
Zhao Qingxiu hesitated on her small face, lowered her head, and wrote carefully stroke by stroke.
[Master, please help me read the interpretation words]
"Didn't the master in the temple read it to you?"
Ouyang Rong's eyes were slightly bent as he smiled, and he stared intently at the pretty, blindfolded girl sitting in front of him, as adorable as a little daughter-in-law.
Her face was a little pale, as if she hadn't had a good rest in the past few days and was quite haggard.
[No, I just happened to catch up with the monks for lunch]
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her eyebrows.
"Okay, these monks are really incompetent, I'll do it."
Ouyang Rong generously stretched out his palm and placed it next to her hand.
Zhao Qingxiu's fingertips touched the warm palm he offered thoughtfully, and she shrank back like a rabbit.
Zhao Qingxiu took out a small turquoise purse from her arms, twisted out a small piece of folded red paper, and placed it on Ouyang Rong's palm.
Ouyang Rong looked at Zhao Qingxiu, put his hands on the table, and opened the folded red sign halfway, when his fingers suddenly stopped.
Without even looking at it, Ouyang Rong immediately turned the palm of his right hand, pressed the unopened red sign on the table, folded his hands, and covered it.
Then, he leaned forward, his eyes as deep as the night staring directly at Zhao Qingxiu's face that was once again glowing with anticipation.
"Huh."
Ouyang Rong made a sound from his mouth and lengthened the tone.
"Ah?"
Hearing that Tan Lang seemed to be sizing up something serious, Zhao Qingxiu turned her posture upright and faced Ouyang Rong, full of expectation.
Sure enough, then she heard Tanlang's very serious chant:
"Miss Xiu Niang, this red paper sign seems to be for a marriage sign. In this case, the words on this sign are a bit remarkable...
"What a beautiful wife? A beautiful wife from a deity. What more could I ask for?"
"The words of interpretation given by the eminent monk are...
"To the right couple, the beautiful couple of the gods, we will live together for a hundred years, there is no need to look for a good match!
"Good guy, isn't this the first draw in the marriage lottery, the king of draws?"
Zhao Qingxiu heard that after he finished reading the signature, his tone turned and asked her with some doubts:
"Miss Xiu Niang, are you sure you picked it correctly and got this lottery?
"Well, Miss Xiu Niang, your future partner will be really lucky to have such a good marriage.
"Even I'm a little envious of him. He's so blessed by the beauty of the gods. What kind of luck? Here, get the signing paper. By the way, does Miss Xiu Niang have a sweetheart now..."
Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly turned red.
Ouyang Rong saw a look of joy and surprise on her face at first, and then it was replaced by a look of sincerity and fear.
It was like the city-destroying black clouds covered the originally blue and white clear sky with irresistible momentum.
Facing the marriage paper that Ouyang Rong handed back with a smile, Zhao Qingxiu shook her hands vigorously in front of her.
"Beep, bab, bab."
Zhao Qingxiu stood up and almost knocked over the porcelain bowl containing writing water on the table. She seemed anxious and started writing in a hurry.
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and looked.
[I am mute and blind, and the world is broken. How can I delay my beloved? How can I be a beautiful wife of gods? I am just a drag. This lottery is not working.]
Zhao Qingxiu smiled sadly and refused to accept the marriage lottery signed by Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong asked seriously:
"Miss Xiu Niang, do you believe in Buddhism or not?"
【Do not believe】
"If you don't believe me, why did you go to the temple to pray to Buddha and ask for a fortune?"
Zhao Qingxiu hesitated for a moment, wiped the wet marks on the word "no" on the table with her palms, then went to the back and added two more words.
【Believe me more】
"Believe it a little bit, then why can't you believe a little bit more about the marriage of 'the right couple, the beautiful couple of gods and gods'?"
Ouyang Rong asked seriously.
Zhao Qingxiu was speechless.
Ouyang Rong pressed the red sign with his hand, leaned forward, blinked his eyes, and spoke slowly.
"It should be noted that if you are sincere, you will be spiritual. If you don't believe it at all, then it really doesn't work at all. If you believe a little, even if it doesn't work, you can still be a little spiritual. Do you understand?"
The magnetic and hoarse voice of the handsome young man and the words he spoke were like a magic sound wrapped around the ears of the girl who was blindfolded with azure ribbon.
Zhao Qingxiu's face couldn't help but froze for a moment.
She nodded vigorously and immediately stretched out her hand, eager to pick up the red sign of marriage.
But it came to nothing.
"Ah?" she said in confusion.
Ouyang Rong stuffed the marriage into his arms, stood up with a calm expression, and said seriously while clearing away the finished dishes:
"Don't wait until it's too late. I've grown up so young and haven't seen the King of Lottos yet. Please give it to me, Miss Xiu Niang. I would be disrespectful to refuse. We are giving gifts to each other and reciprocating the courtesy."
Zhao Qingxiu stood up with a "swish", hurriedly stretched out her hands to grope around, and grabbed the corner of his clothes, with a look of reluctance on her face: "Yeah, yeah, babbling..."
"Girl, don't worry, just write and write."
Zhao Qingxiu immediately lowered her head and almost dropped the vegetable bowl with her writing hand, but luckily Ouyang Rong caught it quickly with his quick eyes and hands.
[Will it not work?]
Zhao Qingxiu was a little nervous. She didn't even bother to ask about the words "give each other gifts and reciprocate politely" that came out of someone's mouth just now.
Ouyang Rong pressed the corners of his lips and said seriously:
"How could it be? The signing paper is just a formality. As the saying goes, sincerity leads to spiritual success. The most important thing is to have this heart... The embroiderer girl realized it by herself. The Buddha said, it cannot be said."
Zhao Qingxiu stood on the spot, her beautiful eyebrows above the blindfolded ribbon were furrowed, and her eyebrows were as dark as a distant mountain.
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and cleared the table for a while, then returned the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen. When he came back, he saw Zhao Qingxiu still standing there with a sense of loss.
"Hey, it's so tiring to wash the dishes alone." He sighed loudly on purpose.
Zhao Qingxiu's motionless body trembled, and she immediately groped forward to the kitchen.
"The embroidery lady is still considerate. Let's wash together."
Ouyang Rong praised him and stepped forward to help.
Zhao Qingxiu wanted to shirk, but Ouyang Rong insisted on helping with the washing.
Anyway, he has already made an exception for "a gentleman working in the kitchen", and there is no shortage of washing dishes.
Zhao Qingxiu had no choice but to give up and give up half of the kitchen.
The two of them tidied up and walked into the kitchen carrying dishes and chopsticks.
Before entering the door, Zhao Qingxiu heard the handsome young man wearing a white jade hairpin in front of him suddenly turned around and said:
"By the way, who said that with all the odds in the world, there is no way to have a good marriage with gods and immortals?
"God is fair to everyone. Who knows who will lead the embroidered girl to meet his beloved in the future? That beloved will persevere and take you to seek medical treatment, and you will find a miracle doctor and cure the mute, blind, and blind disease?"
He had a joking tone, and when Zhao Qingxiu heard it, she shook her head slightly.
When she came to the sink, she dipped her fingers in water, faced Ouyang Rong who was lowering his head and rolled up his sleeves, and wrote on the chopping board.
[I have sought help from a miracle doctor, but it is of no use. Thank you for your concern, sir]
Ouyang Rong saw that after Zhao Qingxiu finished writing these words, her face seemed a little darker.
Zhao Qingxiu walked silently to the sink and washed the dishes with her head down.
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and asked calmly:
"Miracle doctor, where is the miracle doctor? Who brought the embroidery girl to find it?"
[The family members should have hired a miracle doctor, and they all praised him for being a miracle doctor]
Ouyang Rong was quiet for a moment, smiled slightly, rolled up his sleeves, came to the sink, side by side with her, washed the dishes with his eyes lowered, and said in a free and easy tone:
"That kind of country doctor is easily touted by ignorant people as some kind of sage in the apricot forest or a peerless miracle doctor. He is just using a false reputation..."
He gently touched her thin shoulder with his elbow, comforting and encouraging her.
"Your family members often leave you in the Beitian Almshouse. They don't care about you at first glance. They may not be looking for you carefully. There is always someone who is patient enough to search. This world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. Don't miss it, Miss Xiu Niang.
Hope, empty and sad..."
Zhao Qingxiu's shoulders paused for a moment before continuing to wash the dishes.
"ah."
A soft sound came from her mouth.
I don’t know whether it means “nodding”, “shaking head”, or... carefree.
The door was left open, and the midday wind blew into the kitchen one after another, dissipating the sultry heat from the embers of the stove.
It was still very cool at noon in early spring.
In front of the sink, the two of them stood side by side, each washing his own thing.
There was silence for a while.
There is only the clear jade sound of the ice-white jade hairpin pendant in someone's hair crown as the wind at noon strives to push it.
"Hey, have your family found any good matches for you?"
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked.
After asking, he waited for a while. There was no movement nearby, and the original sound of washing dishes also stopped.
When he turned around, he saw that the embroiderer was turning her head and "watching" him with her little face raised.
Ouyang Rong said calmly:
"That means it's gone now, otherwise you wouldn't care so much about the marriage sign.
"By the way, do you still remember the old man named Sun in the crane cloak and fur coat we met the first two times? He was there both times. When you left, he also left. Could it be that he is very familiar with you and is considered part of your family?
"
[Not counted, but recognized]
"No wonder."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head, stared at the dishes in the sink, and whispered:
"This time I went on a tour with Honshu. I passed by Longcheng and went to Donglin Temple to worship Buddha. During this time, I went to visit Master Ignorance. Well, he is the crazy monk named Xiuzhen, you know him too.
"He ate the box of pastries from Taoshouzhai... Later, when I was visiting the underground palace, I suddenly remembered something.
"I don't know if Xiu Niang has forgotten that the night we first met, I just woke up from a serious illness. You, me, I don't know the master, and Old Monster Sun were trapped in the underground palace.
"I wasn't familiar with you at that time. Old Monster Sun asked me...if I wanted a wife, and he pointed at you, haha. At that time, you were squatting on the side stupidly. I still remember you in a daze at that time.
His expression, and... those eyes."
Ouyang Rong said softly:
"Sorry, I mentioned something that made you sad, but I don't mean anything else. What I want to say is that I actually thought you were pretty good-looking at the time, and you were kind enough to give me some water later..."
Hearing this, Zhao Qingxiu's body froze and became a little tense.
But after waiting for a while, she didn't hear the voice of the young man beside her continuing to speak, and she didn't know if he was looking at her, making her hesitant to continue talking.
Just as Zhao Qingxiu was concentrating on washing the dishes, her ears were gradually turning red.
His voice finally sounded from beside the sink.
"Haha, when I visited the underground palace again this time, I suddenly remembered this and felt a little emotional.
"I really like the saying "Dependent Origination and Emptiness". Destiny is the most important thing. The normal state of life is that 'people's faces don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze'. The happy event in life is to return to the old place and the old person is still there.
.
"What do you think, Miss Xiu Niang?"
Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head.
[I don’t know, I don’t like to be separated, but... I have a family]
Ouyang Rong didn't ask any more questions, and the two of them seemed to have skipped the topic.
But then, the figures of the two people washing dishes side by side at the sink came a little closer.
I don’t know who was the first to “accidentally” get close.
Or maybe they just finished washing the bowls in the sink, and there were only a few left. The two of them were "fighting" to wash them, and naturally they couldn't help but get closer.
Bumping each other's shoulders from time to time.
The sunlight slanted in from outside the rear door and fell on their backs, making it difficult to see the subtle expressions of the two.
After wiping the last bowl and putting it back in the cupboard, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, put his palms into his arms, and spoke at the same time:
"By the way, I'll give you something. I mentioned it before I left."
"ah?"
Before Zhao Qingxiu could react, she blindfolded herself and felt the wind blowing towards her face.
It's his outstretched palm.
Zhao Qingxiu grabbed his arm, touched his palm along the arm, and fumbled to receive a gift.
Before opening it, Zhao Qingxiu was the first to smell the fragrance.
She groped carefully with both hands, and found that it seemed to be a small, square box made of mahogany with fine texture. The body of the box was inlaid with mother-of-pearls and pearls, and there was a lifelike picture of a dragon and a phoenix on the front.
This is……
Zhao Qingxiu opened the box with some confusion.
There is a small bronze mirror embedded in the lid of the box. The internal layout is clever and divided into several small compartments. Each compartment contains some powder and wet mud... It is they that emit the fragrance that just hits the nose.
"Ah?"
Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth and muttered a few words, and then heard Tan Lang's calm voice in front of her:
"Rouge and gouache, I don't know if the embroider girl likes it.
"Last time we went out on Lantern Festival night, I saw that many girls' families like to dress up like this. It seems that the embroider girl has never been seen wearing rouge since we met."
His voice was gentle and seemed to be smiling.
"This time I happened to pass by a time-honored rouge and gouache shop in Longcheng. The boss recommended it. He said that this kind of rouge and gouache box is more convenient. The one from Luoyang is the most fashionable model at the moment."
Zhao Qingxiu held the rouge in her hand and was a little dazed.
She rarely uses rouge and gouache. She has lived in seclusion in Yunmeng for these years and has never touched it.
The last time I applied rouge was when I was a child in my hometown in Nanlong, and when my mother-in-law Zhao took me back to Tanlang's house, I put on ordinary rouge in a hurry.
I remember that day, my mother was not very good at using this thing, but her mother-in-law, Zhao, who was waiting in the sedan chair at the door, suddenly came in and dressed her up.
My mother-in-law also said something at that time.
A man will die for a man who knows himself, and a woman will live for a man who pleases her.
"Anyway, I have nothing to do in the afternoon. I have finished washing the dishes. Why don't you, Miss Xiu Niang, give it a try?"
Zhao Qingxiu was awakened by Ouyang Rong's voice.
Before she could speak, she was pulled into the side room by Ouyang Rong.
"You put on your makeup first, and I'll go out and wait...wait, isn't it right? The embroiderer girl can't see you, uh, I'll do it then."
Ouyang Rong directly volunteered, and without waiting for Zhao Qingxiu to refuse, he returned directly to the dressing table, pressed her on the embroidery stool, opened the rouge and gouache box, and began to work.
"It's easier for me to hold the box in your hand."
The azure ribbon in front of her eyes was removed, and Zhao Qingxiu held the open rouge and gouache box in both hands. The bronze mirror on the lid of the box in front of her reflected her dazed little face, as well as the busy figure of Ouyang Rong behind her shoulders.
The pretty girl is still a little confused. Didn't she wash the dishes just now? Why did she put on makeup in the blink of an eye?
Ouyang Rong coughed and felt that this gift was simply perfect.
Thanks to living in Yinbingzhai and Ye Weilai for a long time, Ouyang Rong knew a little bit about dressing up women's eyebrows.
I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away.
Ouyang Rong's sword-shaped brows were concentrated, and he concentrated, and then... he performed an operation as fierce as a tiger.
Zhao Qingxiu had a very quiet and patient temperament. She held the box in both hands, sat on the embroidery stool with her back straight, and let Tan Lang paint without making a sound.
During this period, it was inevitable that the two would have some physical contact.
But maybe the rouge on her face was already so red that it covered up the girl's hot face.
"alright."
I don't know how long it took, but Ouyang Rong took two steps back, clapped his hands, and said in a relieved tone.
He turned to the front of Zhao Qingxiu and looked at her without blinking.
"Miss Xiu Niang is so well-behaved."
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly trembled all over.
Ouyang Rong saw her eyes turn red.
"Um, what's wrong?"
Zhao Qingxiu's originally gloomy eyes were a little sparkling, like a dry pool starting to fill up with a clear stream.
She raised her hand, covered her face, and shook her head.
"What happened?"
Zhao Qingxiu sniffed, and after a while, she lowered her head to write.
[Before...someone praised me like this too]
Ouyang Rong asked: "Are you also doing your eyebrow makeup?"
Zhao Qingxiu nodded subconsciously.
Ouyang Rong was quiet.
Immediately, Zhao Qingxiu realized something and quickly wrote:
"It's a woman."
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Could it be that they are from Nanlong, Luling? I remember that in my hometown of Nanlong, when describing beautiful women, they always say they are really good-looking. Could it be that..."
Ouyang Rong was mid-sentence when he suddenly felt the hem of his clothes being pulled.
[Master, I’m sleepy and want to rest, okay?]
Ouyang Rong was stunned.
But the girl in front of her looked up at her little face with light make-up of indigo, looking pitiful, and her beautiful make-up could not conceal the tiredness and exhaustion of long-term insomnia between her eyebrows.
"Okay, Miss Xiu Niang, you haven't had any rest these days, okay?"
[Well, I am a light sleeper and prone to dreams. Sir, I have a heartfelt request.]
"you say."
[Master, are you busy in the afternoon? Can you stay? You stayed with me like last time and waited until I fell asleep before leaving.]
Ouyang Rong nodded immediately:
"good."
An hour later.
In the back room of the wing, next to the bed with light pink curtains.
A pretty girl with light makeup is lying down sleeping, her eyes closed and her face sleeping peacefully.
The breathing sound is extremely light.
Ouyang Rong sat beside the bed, twisting an ice-white jade hairpin in his hand, and flicked the pendant of the hairpin from time to time with his fingertips.
"Long Ling—Long Ling—"
Ouyang Rong yawned and covered his mouth to suppress the yawn.
He glanced at the sky outside the window, then looked back at Zhao Qingxiu, who had fallen asleep.
Xiu Niang indeed slept well... Ouyang Rong leaned forward slightly and squinted close to her face, seeming to examine her face. The tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of girl's body fragrance mixed with rouge and gouache, which tickled the tip of his nose and made his heart itch.
.
Ouyang Rong paused.
After a while, he stood up and left quietly.
Ouyang Rong walked out carefully and closed the door. He went to get some water and washed his face.
Then, we left the quiet courtyard.
Ouyang Rong found Pei Shisanniang who was waiting and gave some instructions.
The latter took the order and left. He paused, looked back at the quiet courtyard, remembered that there were still things he had not taken, and turned back.
Just entered the courtyard gate.
"Ohh Ohh ohh……"
Ouyang Rong suddenly heard a burst of intermittent crying, which seemed to be from the side room...
He immediately rushed into the side room.
Turning around, I saw a pretty girl in thin underwear sitting up on the bed in the back room.
I don’t know when I woke up.
She hugged the quilt tightly with both hands, tears rolling down like broken beads, and her small face was stained with tears.
The makeup and eyebrows that Ouyang Rong put on her were all stained by tears, turning her face into a painted face.
The mute girl opened her mouth emptyly, whimpering.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying? It's a nightmare?"
Seeing him coming back, Zhao Qingxiu's whining suddenly became louder, and Ouyang Rong suddenly had a headache.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
Ouyang Rong was at a loss for a moment. How could he figure out why she was crying?
Zhao Qingxiu looked up with a face full of tears, and her pair of dim blind eyes were filled with tears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Wait a minute, wipe it off first, let's talk about it slowly if you have anything to do, don't cry, be good..."
Arriving at the bedside, Ouyang Rong reluctantly stood up and went to get a towel, but as soon as he was halfway up, he felt his arms full of weight.
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly rushed forward and ran into Ouyang Rong's arms. Her little face covered with tears and snot was buried deep in his shoulder. Two thin rod-like arms hugged his waist tightly, as if she was deeply afraid that he would run away.
Same thing.
Ouyang Rong looked stunned.
The air in the back room was silent.
His shoulders were wet, and there were silky cries and whimpering, which made people feel extremely sad and helpless.
Ouyang Rong's hands, which were originally open to avoid suspicion, slowly lowered them down after a while, hugging her trembling thin back, hugging her tighter and tighter.
Time passed by, but the two people beside the bed hugged each other with all their strength, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies.
The girl cried until her heart was broken, and she cried until she had no tears. Her shoulders were shaking, and it seemed that she had used all her strength to cry out.
The young man said nothing, but gently patted the thin back of the girl in his arms.
His eyes have never been so tender.
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(PS: 7k words chapter. The daily update is 4k words, and an additional chapter is 3k words. The two are combined into one, so they will not be developed separately. This will increase your grades faster and prevent cutting corners.
Yesterday was too short, so the additional updates will not count. Starting from the 20 chapters that are owed, today I have paid one update in two in one, and there are still 19 chapters that are owed. In the future, the additional updates should be two chapters of 7k words in one.