The first spring rain fell, and the entire impetuous Liuhe County became wet. The old, but not dilapidated, eaves turned from gray to black, the mud-yellow earth became ginger, and the blue-white walls became pale green*. A spring rain moistened all things, washed and washed away the dust of the past, revealing the rare shy side of Liuhe County.

In front of their homes, women held their children and didn't let them go out to go crazy. The children could only stretch out their little white hands to catch the spring rain. The bride to be married sits on the kang, sewing her wedding dress, occasionally glancing at the window, and the anxiety of the unknown fate in her heart is quietly relieved. In the air, the fragrance of herbs floats in the air, which is the smell of the growth of all things. A man holding a green paper umbrella walked around the streets of Liuhe County, full of solitude. There was a man missing under his umbrella, and he waited for him to return in the spring rain.

The man and the others had actually returned to Liuhe County a long time ago. If the man knew that he had passed by her twice, I wonder if he would have been furious? In such weather, Hu Yan was so lazy that he had no energy. She doesn't have those poetic things in her heart, and she won't be like literati and ink writers, who catch some natural scenery of wind and thunder, and will chant a sour poem, which has been recited for a hundred years. In Hu Yan's opinion, she sings limericks, that's what is wonderful! It's a pity that she hasn't been interested in making a poem or a song recently.

Hu Yan dressed up as an old man, as if he had no bones, leaning on the wall, squatting under the eaves, stretching out his dirty fingers, and teasing a small turtle.

The little turtle poked its head out with its green shell on its head, wondering who was blocking its path. Hu Yan flicked his finger on the little turtle's head, so frightened that it immediately retracted its head and hid in its shell. Hu Yan grinned and grabbed a handful of his hair casually, but rubbed it off and rubbed it black. Her half-white, half-black hair was dyed with herbs and was not exposed to rain.

She squinted and looked at the sky, and saw that the rain had gradually stopped, and the sky was flushed with a washed blue, which was pleasant.

There were more and more people in the bazaar, and some vendors who had sheltered from the rain set up their stalls again, shouting and shouting lively.

At the door of the mortal world, people come and go, and it seems that business is really good.

Hu Yan secretly thought to himself, if he saw Yan Fanchen later, he would stop him and secretly communicate with him. Since Qu Qingtian's room can't be drilled, then Yan Fanchen's room can be drilled, right? Oops...... She used to be an aspiring and chaste woman who was sincere and stubborn, obsessed, and waited for her little brother, but now how can she see the sky and think about which man's quilt to drill? Is...... Too much pampering degrades a man. Hu Yan despised himself fiercely in his heart, but his neck was raised, and he kept looking at the door of the mortal shop. When she thought of Yan Fanchen's tenderness, her heart was half numb. It's good, she finally lived herself into a lust-eating sex, and she became a sincere old pervert. Hu Yan has been absent for a few days, and he needs the comfort of his lover in his heart and body. She waited a little scratching, so she rubbed her hands, and the result was ...... Rub off two pieces of black ash. Oops...... That's embarrassing.

Hu Yan blew off the black ash and locked his hands into his sleeves to avoid the rain. She didn't want to, Yan Fanchen held her hand, but took off a layer of dust. She is a person who loves cleanliness very much, and she can't stand this. Cough...... Really loved being clean.

A carriage stopped at the gate of Mortal Dust.

A pretty little girl helped a young lady wearing a curtain fence to get out of the carriage and go to the mortal dust together.

The shopkeeper greeted him, smiled and bowed: "Miss Xiao, you are here." ”

The young lady wearing the curtain fence nodded slightly.

The pretty little girl said unhappily: "Knowing that our young lady is here, why hasn't your host come out?" ”

Miss Xiao Ru scolded in a low voice: "Fandai! ”

The little girl pouted and glanced at the shopkeeper.

Miss Xiao Ru said softly to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper Ding, I want to choose some rouge for the ladies in the house, but I am not proficient in this way, can you let your host give you some advice." ”

The shopkeeper said: "It's not that the villain doesn't help, but the owner is not in good health and doesn't like to go out." The chief steward specially instructed that even if the dust and water were gone, they should not alarm the owner. ”

Xiao Ruliu frowned slightly, and said, "How could he be so bad?" ”

The shopkeeper said: "I don't know. ”

Xiao Ru said: "I have a hundred-year-old ginseng here, and I will send someone to send it tomorrow, and I hope that the shopkeeper will give it to Yan Gongzi on his behalf." ”

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "The little one thanked Miss for the owner first." "However, the little one doesn't dare to accept this valuable thing privately, and he dares to return to Miss only after asking the owner." ”

The little girl Fan Dai said angrily: "You said one moment that you couldn't disturb Yan Gongzi, and then you said that you had to ask him before you could make the decision, what do you mean?!" Our young lady, but the pearl of the palm of the Lord of Zhihua County, where can you be so presumptuous?! ”

Xiao Ru scolded: "Fan Dai, the idea is proportionate, how can you overwhelm people with power?" ”

Fan Dai bowed her head slightly, making a well-behaved appearance, but there was no fear in her eyes.

Fandel's performance may make people think that she is a slave and a bully, but in fact, if the master does not connive, how dare the slave be evil?

Hu Yan squinted at the excitement, and finally remembered that she had seen the master and servant in Zhihua County. Coincidentally, the two encounters were in the mortal world.

The shopkeeper smiled with a good-natured smile: "Miss a lot, don't worry about villains." The villain still has a little understanding of rouge gouache, why don't you let the villain introduce one or two for Miss's reference? ”

Xiao Ru said softly: "Forgive me, shopkeeper." Although the shopkeeper knows a little about rouge gouache, he is not proficient enough after all. And wait for the owner of Fanchen to come, and then make a calculation. With that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Coincidentally, Yan Fanchen, who lived in a simple place, was wearing a green umbrella, wearing a yellow-green gorgeous robe, a dark green cloak with white fur edges, and half of his long hair was tied behind his head with a turquoise hairpin, and the whole person walked on the street like a green onion. To tell the truth, this kind of dress, except for Yan Fanchen, no one can control it.

His burned face still bears a scar, but it's no longer hideous. Those faint traces, if you use powder, can cover one or two, but that is not conducive to his recovery. He ruined his face because of one man; But because of that man, he was mending his face. He is no longer a tender vine that can only be climbed by a big tree, but he still wants to climb on her, blooming one flower after another, and enchanting her eyes.

With a gold pen, he sketched a blooming begonia flower on the scar. Shallow and faint, not glamorous, but enchanting, heart-pounding. The rain stopped, but he didn't know it, he still walked forward with an umbrella, measuring this familiar realm with his footsteps. Once, his greatest wish was to leave here and become a new man. He never imagined that one day, his greatest wish would be to stay here, waiting for someone.

Yan Fanchen smiled at the corner of his lips, squinted at the sky, and found that the rain had stopped unconsciously.

He put away the umbrella, carried it in his hand, walked in front of Hu Yan, paused slightly, turned back, squatted in front of Hu Yan, and asked, "Is the Taoist chief considered a marriage?" ”

Hu Yan grinned and replied in a voice that changed his voice: "Count! ”

Yan Fanchen asked, "Is it allowed?" ”

Hu Yan sneered: How stupid is this question? Can someone who buys melons say that their melons are not sweet? Maybe she'd broken his brain. The fact that the Fanchen store can be so big is purely due to God's attention.

Regardless of what Hu Yan thought in his heart, his face was serious, and he said in a loud voice: "Quasi!" It couldn't be more accurate! If not, you've set up a stall on the poor road. ”

Yan Fanchen nodded, took out a small silver ingot from his cuff, squinted at Hu Yan, and said, "I only ask you, when will my lady return?" ”

Hu Yan grabbed the silver ingots in Yan Fanchen's hand and grabbed a black line in his palm. She smiled shyly and said, "The answer has been told to Childe, so Childe will figure it out with all his heart." ”

Yan Fanchen looked at the dirty black line in his palm, stood up, and pondered, "This is ...... A day, a month or a year? ”

Hu Yan said secretly: Idiot! That's called one step away.

Yan Fanchen lowered his eyes and looked at Hu Yan and asked, "Is it a step away?" Without waiting for Hu Yan to answer, Yan Fanchen continued, "Don't say no, don't make me angry, otherwise the silver won't be given to you." ”

Hu Yan's open mouth couldn't be closed. Still...... Do you still have such a play? Are you looking for me to tell your fortune, or are you buying auspicious words? Obviously, it's the latter. It seems that Yan Fanchen's brain was not damaged by her. That's nice.

Yan Fanchen got the result he wanted, and put down his sleeves contentedly, ready to find him one step away.

Hu Yan said dryly: "The poor road is so accurate, you will give a small ingot of silver?" If the finger seam of the poor road is a little bigger, it can leak up the ground. ”

Yan Fanchen's eyes lit up, and he turned his head sideways and asked, "Is it really a step away?" ”

Hu Yan smiled obscenely and replied: "Childe, look at the serious little eyes of Poor Dao, where is there a little bit of coaxing!" It's full of sincerity! ”

Yan Fanchen was amused, and his face was like a rainbow after the rain, attracting everyone's attention.

Hu Yan's heart was extremely proud. This is her Yan Fanchen, born out of a cocoon, spreading her wings but not flying high, only obediently staying in place, waiting for the lady to return. Such a man can not only hold up a piece of the sky, but also give you meticulous warmth, how can people not love?

Xiao Ru walked up to him step by step, stood still, and looked at him through the curtain.

Hu Yan couldn't see Xiao Ru's expression clearly, but he could feel the burning of her gaze and the excitement of her emotions.

Yan Fanchen smiled and looked at Xiao Ru.

The old way says that one step away, is it ...... Could it be that the person in front of him is Hu Yan?

No, it's not.

The body shape is not, it doesn't feel right, looking at this young lady, it's better to look at the old way to make him feel tender. Thinking of the old way, Yan Fanchen's mind moved, and he turned his head to look at the dirty old way.

Looking at each other, Lao Dao actually smiled.

Yan Fanchen's breath was suffocated.

Xiao Ru saw that Yan Fanchen no longer looked at herself, and actually took a small step forward, but between Yan Fanchen and Lao Dao, she stared at Yan Fanchen tightly.