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Su Pan'er couldn't help but gently stroke the words on it with her fingers, carefully depicting the traces of the wandering dragon.

The ink on the strokes had already dried, and her fingertips had gently stroked it, as if she could feel Qin Yi's mood when she wrote the letter.

There is a deep longing between the pen and ink!

She couldn't help but recall the way Qin Yi picked up the pen and wrote, as if she saw him writing hard and writing to her again.

It had been more than ten days since he left, and when I thought of him, it seemed that there were still memories left by him in my body, as if he was hugging her, going deep into her, and remaining in her body.

The tenderness with which he kissed her, the trembling that came with caressing her skin, the earnestness when he washed her feet......

Every bit of it has been magnified countless times by her, and it is constantly replaying in her mind.

Her cheeks turned red involuntarily, and her ears were red and hot, as if she had been dyed with a layer of rouge.

It wasn't until Su Huashi shouted at her several times that he couldn't recall her consciousness, so he curiously pulled her: "Pan'er, Pan'er?" What's wrong with you, don't you open the letter and take a look, what did Qin Yi write? ”

Su Pan'er suddenly came back to her senses, only to feel a bang, even her earlobes were blood-red, and even her heartbeat missed several beats!

She forced herself to calm down, hurriedly stuffed the letter into her arms, and pushed Su Huashi outside.

"Mother, I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep for a while. You go get busy first! ”

"You kid, didn't you just wake up? Why do you have to sleep again, isn't there something uncomfortable? Ouch! ”

As soon as Su Huashi talked about this, he immediately became anxious, and hurriedly reached out to touch her forehead: "Didn't it rain last night and catch a cold?" Or did you go out this morning and forgot to put on your clothes and got cold? I'm still pregnant, it's so uncomfortable......"

"Mother! I'm fine......"

Su Pan'er hurriedly brushed her hand away and couldn't help shaking her head: "I just want to sleep for a while, so you can go out first." Get out, get out......"

"But ......"

Su Hua's wanted to say more, but Su Pan'er pushed out the door strongly, and the door was closed in front of Su Hua's face.

"Whoa...... You kid! ”

Su Huashi still wanted to knock on the door, but suddenly thought of something, and slapped his forehead violently: "Ouch! Look at my stupid brain, it turns out ...... Hey! ”

Su Pan'er naturally heard Su Hua's words, her face turned even redder, and even her watery eyes were covered with a layer of joy.

The blood was boiling, surging happily in the veins.

took out the letter, her hand trembled slightly, and the sweet sense of happiness filled her whole heart, even if it was stormy outside, it couldn't extinguish the warmth that rose in her heart at the moment.

After a long hesitation, she couldn't tear open the letter.

Calming down, Su Pan'er was overjoyed, so she carefully uncovered the fire paint on the envelope slowly, took out the letter paper and began to study.

The letter was indeed Qin Yi's handwriting, and it was written at the beginning: "My wife Pan'er: It has been a few days since we were separated, and my husband misses ...... day and night."

The letter was long, written five pages long.

The content of the letter, the enthusiastic words, was that he wrote down in a coquettish tone the bits and pieces that happened on the way to Changze County, and wrote in detail the state of mind when he sat on the county chair on the first day, which was slightly panicked, anxious, and joyful.

wrote about the cynicism of the other party when Zhang Xin handed over to him; wrote that the new lord Bo should have arrived first, but he did not hesitate to see anyone; I also wrote about the bits and pieces of the residence of the Houya in Changze County.

"Recalling the bits and pieces of Hepan'er's life, it seems like yesterday. Now I am anxious all day long, and in the face of a chaotic public matter, I miss the pettiness and warmth, and I hope that my wife can reply to the letter as soon as possible to compensate for the pain of lovesickness. ”

At the end, he asked her to say hello to everyone, and wrote a separate line at the end in small letters: The sky is not old, and the love is inexorable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

"The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. ”

Su Pan'er read softly, a layer of spring bloomed in her eyes, and she couldn't help but stick the letter to her chest, as if she also heard his flying demeanor and gently reciting the words when he wrote.

It was as if he was gently embracing her as usual, and telling her affection over and over again in her ear.

"Enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness. Sauvignon Blanc remembers each other, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinitely hateful. Qin Yi, you made me understand the meaning of the word acacia! ”

She murmured in a low voice, a tear on her face, but her eyes were rippling with joy that could not be dissolved.

Qin Yi, you are so hateful, hateful, and hateful!

I was far away, but just a letter, a few pieces of paper, and a few words could easily hook my mind.

Smile with your smile, be anxious with your anxiety, be happy with your happiness.

Acacia, into the bones!

Into the bones, lovesickness!

I hope that from now on, people will be the same every year, and the flowers will be the same every year!

Looking out the window, the heavy rice is stacked with layers of blue waves, gently swaying in the wind and rain, the waves are uneven and rising again and again, and the waves are undulating and beautiful.

"Qin Yi, are you busy with business at this time? Or are you thinking of you like I am in front of you? ”

She whispered.

A pot of chrysanthemums on the windowsill is blooming brightly, and dripping water beads are rolling on the stamens, blooming shyly.

And Qin Yi, who was far away in Changze County, was busy with business at the moment.

The predecessor Zhang Xin is old, and his official affairs have always been pushed to Bai Zhubo to be executed. After the white lord was caught in thin white, a pile of business to be taken care of was discarded there.

Now that it was autumn harvest season, he was busy counting the number of survivors of a plague, urging the people to go to the field to harvest rice, and secretly investigating the corruption and fraud case.

Seeing that the rice in the field was ready to be harvested, God didn't have long eyes, and the weather suddenly cooled down abnormally, and it rained continuously for a day. If this rain continues to fall, I am afraid that the rice in the field will sprout and rot on the ground.

He looked at the county records of the last 200 years and was discussing with a few people beside him.

"It's raining right now, but when I look at the prefectural records over the past 200 years, I feel that the weather will gradually clear up from tomorrow. After that, there were seven to ten sunny days, followed by another frost show. Everyone worked harder, urging the people to harvest the crops in the field as soon as possible, lest they not be unable to pay the taxes. That's trouble. ”

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Qin Yi explained the area they were responsible for again, and then waved his hand to let everyone go down.

A cold wind blew in his face, and he hurriedly got up and closed the window, and at a glance saw the golden chrysanthemum blooming into a golden chrysanthemum in the flower stand outside the window.

It is swaying with the wind, blooming in the wind and rain.