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Chapter 237 At that moment, she was as beautiful as the most delicate white jade

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    At around 8 o¡¯clock in the evening, the bonfire party was going on lively in the open space.

    Tang Li changed his clothes and walked out of the house.

    The little novice monk who was lying on the table playing with the Rubik's Cube inadvertently looked up and saw Tang Li, who was wearing ethnic minority clothes, reflecting the dim light in the hall. He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and called out to his mother.

    The mother of the little novice monk came over, looked at the girl who was lowering her head to adjust her girdle, pursed her lips and smiled: "This dress is much more suitable for you than me."

    After hearing this, Tang Li looked up at the other party and smiled slightly.

    "I'll help you comb your hair." The little novice's mother asked Tang Li to sit on a stool and picked up a comb to tie up Tang Li's hair: "I only wore this outfit once, the day I met the child's father. Later,  Now that I'm engaged, I can no longer wear such clothes."

    Tang Li sat still and looked at himself in the dressing mirror. He was wearing a red narrow-sleeved double-breasted jacket. The neckline was a gorgeous black base with Miao embroidery. The colorful tassels were hanging naturally. The cuffs, girdle and skirt  The hem echoes in unison, and the pleated skirt with bright colors makes her look like a young girl waiting to be married.

    The mother of the little novice monk said with a smile: "It is our custom here that young girls who have not found a partner, especially during festivals, must dress up delicately and beautifully."

    As she said that, she took the silver headdress on the table: "Because no one can guarantee whether they will meet the lover they like on this day."

    Tang Li closed her eyelashes slightly, and then opened them again. What caught her eye was the eyebrow-length tassels, which were delicate and dazzling, a kind of smart beauty.

    The little novice monk ran over impatiently: "Okay? Okay, let's go!"

    After a cigarette hit the butt, Song Boyan was invited by the villagers to sit under a tree. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with long legs and a short bench. He was almost a negligible presence. After he sat down, maybe it was due to his aura.  , the people around who had been fooling around calmed down a little and began to concentrate on watching the performance.

    With a "pop" sound, Song Boyan lit another cigarette.

    He rarely smoked cigarettes in the mountains these days. He only returned to the yard in the afternoon to smoke a cigarette to relieve his addiction. Or before falling asleep, he sat on the bedside and lit a cigarette while reading scriptures he found out of nowhere.  Crack the accumulated cigarette ashes on the cardboard.

    "Do you want it?" Someone asked tentatively.

    Song Boyan turned around when he heard the sound. He was a young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was holding an open bottle of beer in his hand. His words and actions were a little awkward, and he added: "Don't worry, it doesn't cost money."

    Seeing Song Boyan pick up the phone, the boy smiled and said, "You're free to do whatever you want, you're welcome."

    After saying that, he ran away to play.

    Looking at the boy's cheerful back, Song Boyan also had some feelings: "If you grow up in a small place like this, your life may not be entirely satisfactory."

    Ji Ming on the side nodded: "Children who grow up in the city cannot be so carefree."

    As soon as he finished speaking, cheers erupted from the front.

    Ji Ming was the first to cast his gaze and saw that the villagers gathered together suddenly separated. There was a girl dressed up, being held by a young novice monk and walking all the way. There were boos and applause around her.

    "It seems to be Miss Tang." Ji Ming said.

    Song Boyan raised his hand to bring the cigarette to his mouth and paused for a moment. He followed Ji Ming's gaze and saw that Tang Li was wearing a red national costume. Her skin was already fair, reflecting the blazing firelight, and her eyebrows were curved.  Like the most delicate jade in the world.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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