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    ?He is arrogant in every sentence, and his tone is arrogant, and every word and every word tells of his unruly attitude.

    I can't quite believe that the third master in the sedan chair is the little Chunyan who grew up with me snatching pancakes from the mud, but the tone of every sentence that has to be concave when speaking is indeed familiar.

    This feeling of running around with my mouth made me reluctantly believe it a little bit.

    A foot wearing a ochre-gold jade boot stepped out of the sedan chair, and the black folding fan curtain was hooked.  I stood still in the side, wanting to see what kind of appearance he can pretend to be at the step of getting out of the sedan chair.

    It is undeniable that his demeanor at this moment when he straddles his feet and lifts the curtain is a noble and graceful that I will never learn.

    Jing Xian shouldn't be able to learn it either, since he was a child, he was not as good as Xiao Chunyan.  Of course, this is just my current thinking.  What happened later taught me absolutely unexpected.

    At this time, the person in the sedan chair leaned over to get out of the sedan chair, and Steward Chen hurriedly crawled over and lay down on the ground. I reckoned that he wanted to step up for him, "Third Master, Third MasterThird Master spared my life Is it an example? Can I not be an example?  "

    The third master straightened his waist, looked ahead, and frowned impatiently as he opened and closed the folding fan, "Get lost."

    His voice is deep and loud, a thousand times more beautiful and unique than when he changed his voice at the age of thirteen or fourteen.  The tail tune, as always, likes to rise.

    I was standing in a remote place, and he seemed to be so defiant that he couldn't see me, but I could see him clearly.

    The corners of the eyes are still like the sharply cut swallowtails back then, but the pupils are as deep as the valley below the cliff, the long eyebrows are slightly narrow and slanted into the temples, the bridge of the nose is as narrow as a gall, and the lips are thin and red, just like the backyard of his home  The cinnabar plum planted in the garden.  A few tourmaline beads hang from the tail of the thin black rope wrapped in black silk.

    He is dressed in a ghostly color, with red gold dragon patterns coiled around the corner of his clothes, and a large patch of red ink on his lapel is the blood spilled by the dragon when it swept its tail.

    This look is domineering and good-looking, which makes me a little afraid to recognize it.

    "Third Master!" Steward Chen kowtowed to the ground, but I knew in my heart that he had no way out.  Because Xiao Chunyan looked extremely impatient.

    He raised his hand slightly, signaling for someone to drag Butler Chen down.

    The moment Butler Chen was dragged down, he finally narrowed his eyes and glanced at me.  Immediately afterwards, his slightly narrowed eyes opened, and the ends of his eyes were instantly scarlet.

    ? His expression turned into disbelief after a moment of bewilderment, a combination of excitement and shock, but I think he was more self-deprecating.  Although I don't understand what he is laughing at himself.

    The moment I ran over and stood in front of him and looked at him, I was sure that it was really him in front of me.

    I rolled up the corners of my lips and smiled at him, "Xiao Chunyan"

    ? I hope that my smile interprets the bookish spirit that I can only show now.  After all, everyone has changed, and I am ashamed to still be the same as before, with nothing but stupidity.

    It seems that Xiao Chunyan doesn't need it, he doesn't need me to make changes.  Because he didn't listen to me at all, let alone respond to me, he just pulled me into his arms when I smiled at him, and my back hurt a little when his arms wrapped around me.

    "Do you know, I miss you so much"

    As I pressed against him like this, I could feel his whole body trembling, and the eye sockets buried in my neck were wet|hot.  I could hear his heart beating hard, pounding against my head.  This kind of hug always feels a little different from the time when we sat together in the flower temple and snuggled up to keep warm.

    Probably because he has grown taller, much taller than me.  I don't think I grew much six years ago, but he seems to be a lot taller than when I left Yun'an.  I really realized that what I was holding was no longer a friend, but a man, so it was different.

    He rubbed and hurt the bones on my shoulders and backs like this. I didn't even have the strength to resist. I could only pat him on the back and comfort him softly, "Xiao Chunyan, don't get too excited."

    I heard him muffle a laugh on my neck, "Fool. You are really"

    Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.  I can feel him rubbing the tip of his nose and lips up the side of my neck, finally facing me.

    This scene is very familiar. When he was at the Temple of Flowers, he personally demonstrated it to teach me how to do whatever I want with Jing Xian.  He also said that this is called ear-burning.

    Now when I do it again, I still only feel itchy, "Xiao Chunyan, it's so itchy."

    "Third Lord?" A servant called out tentatively from the side.

    Xiao Chunyan ignored the servants, holding my neck with both hands, her scarlet eyes were like daggers stained with blood, but there was still a helpless smile on the corner of her lips, "They all call me the third master, you just call me the third master."  It¡¯s called Xiao Chunyan, do you think it¡¯s appropriate?¡±

    I was startled, and subconsciously called him, "Xiao Chunyan"

    &nb??You give it back to him.  He travels between Yun'an and the imperial city, it's rare for you to see him, why don't you come to see me every day and give it back to me.  It's so convenient, isn't it?  "

    I think his logic is very good, and everything makes sense.

    It seems that this matter has been finalized, but Jing Xian still doesn't know anything.  What did he do, when will he come back to pick me up?  How can I talk to him about this matter so that we won't be so embarrassed.

    Xiao Chunyan held my hand and told her staff to arrange a room for me, in the courtyard where he lived.  The room is facing the plum blossom forest, which can be seen through the windows and doors.  The cinnabar plums of that year are still there, blooming once a year.

    It's just that new bones have been replaced, and the bright sand is swaying in the wind, as if smiling at me.

    I can feel that it is full of joy to see me again.

    I turned my head to look at Xiao Chunyan, who was also looking at Meihua and smiling.

    "Do you like plum blossoms so much?" I tried to find clues in my memory that he loved plum blossoms so much. "I still remember that night ten years ago, you took away the big bunch of red plum blossoms from me."  .When I handed it to you, you also smiled like this." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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