Zhu Qingqing looked at Zhu Fu busily measuring the height of the cave with a wooden frame. Zhu Mu looked at Zhu Fu tenderly and couldn't help but shiver. Sigh, when a middle-aged couple gets mushy, it gives me goosebumps.
Gone, gone.
Where did Sister Xue go?
Zhu Qingqing looked out of the door and was lost in thought. Then, she saw a young man slowly approaching.
Zhu Qingqing rubbed her eyes. Was this really not a character in a painting?
The stranger was like jade, and the young man was unparalleled.
He was the wind and the moon, and he was the stars in the sky that accidentally fell into the human world. Looking at him, you could feel the beauty of the world and the vitality of life. Zhu Qingqing felt her heart move.
Hua Manlou said, "Hello, little girl. May I ask who Zhu Ting is?" Hua Manlou had heard from Lu Xiaofeng that the Zhu family was here. This little girl should be Zhu Qingqing.
God, her voice was so beautiful. "My name is Zhu Qingqing. Zhu Ting is my father. What about you? "
Hua Manlou said, "I am Hua Manlou. I am a good friend of your father, Zhu Ting."
？？？ A handsome man turned into an uncle?
No, ignore it.
"Hello, Brother Hua. What brings you here?"
Hua Manlou was silent for a moment. Then, he said softly, "Can you take me to your father?"
She nodded desperately. She would do anything for this handsome man.
At night, when the family was eating, Zhu Ting said that he had something important to announce.
"From today onwards, our family will be living here." After he finished speaking, he saw that no one objected and nodded in satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, Zhu QingQing also said, "I also have something important to announce. I've found the person of my dreams. He's Hua Manlou. Father, Mother, and Sister, please support me. "
"Hahahaha … Hahahaha …" Zhu Ting laughed. "You can do it, you can do it … Hahahaha …"
Zhu Qingqing looked at Zhu Fu, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "Hmph, just you wait."
Zhu Fu and Zhu Mu didn't care. After all, they were just little foodies who only knew how to eat and not dress up yesterday. Did they suddenly become enlightened?
Shangguan Xueer was a little girl. At night, the two sisters asked in bed, "Do you really like that Hua Manlou?"
"Yes."
"What do you want me to help you?"
Zhu Qingqing clenched her fists.
Shangguan Xue 'er giggled secretly, this little sister of hers was so cute. "Hua Manlou can't see, and he won't know if you are fat or not."
"Then, when you're together in the future, you have to hug and kiss. How could I not know? Besides, when I'm with him, people always say that we're a golden couple. Do you want to hear people say that I'm still that girl after eating swan meat? "
"Hee hee."
"Let me tell you …"
The two girls talked all night and didn't even know when they fell asleep.
From then on, Zhu Qingqing really controlled her diet. She even danced around with a sword all day long.
However, it didn't have much use.
It just slowed down her weight gain.
However, thanks to the young girl's growth, when Zhu Qingqing was thirteen, there were some results. After more than a year of hard work, she finally grew into a slender and elegant little girl.
It was easy to gain weight, but difficult to lose weight. She learned her lesson and didn't dare to do it again.
When Zhu Qingqing finally felt that she was a beautiful girl, she brought up the old matter again.
Thus, the little girl appeared in Hua Manlou's house.
Hua Manlou was a little puzzled. How could Zhu Ting be at ease with his little daughter coming to him with a letter alone?
(Of course, she didn't come alone. She just sent them to Hua Manlou's house and let them go when they were still a few hundred meters away. Otherwise, how could Hua Manlou take her in?)
However, Hua Manlou was a person who was ready to help others at any time, so he naturally agreed to his friend's request.
"You want to watch the Sword God's duel? It's a little early. It's only the middle of March, and the duel is on August 15th." Hua Manlou slowly recited: "On the night of the full moon, at the peak of purple gold, a sword comes from the west, flying immortals from beyond the heavens …"
"Yes, this is the biggest event in Jianghu, but father doesn't like crowds, so I had to trouble brother Qidong to take me there."
"Qidong." Hua Manlou murmured. It had been a long time since someone called him that. It was still the old name at home. His family always felt guilty about his blindness. In fact, he wasn't that pitiful. For a moment, he was thinking a lot, so he didn't pay much attention to how Zhu Qingqing addressed him.
In the evening, Zhu Qingqing was about to call Hua Manlou for dinner when she saw him leaning against the railing, gently caressing the petals of a fresh flower. The setting sun shone on Hua Manlou, giving him a layer of halo.
This scene was picturesque.
Zhu Qingqing immediately set up an easel and drew Hua Manlou.
An hour later.
Zhu Qingqing apologized as she served Hua Manlou food. "Brother Qidong, I'm sorry. I was too focused on drawing you just now. Are you hungry? Eat more. "
Hua Manlou smiled: "It's okay. Qingqing likes to draw. That's great. It's a pity that I can't see it. I can't appreciate your masterpiece. "
"I saw Brother Qidong, leaning against the railing, caressing the petals with his hand, and there seemed to be light on his fingertips. Among the hundreds of flowers, although the flowers are not inferior to you, the flowers have never covered your radiance. When the sun shines on you, the faint red halo spreads out layer by layer … You're really fresh, Hua Manlou, Hua Manlou. "
Hua Manlou listened to Zhu Qingqing describe her drawing, and he seemed to see himself. So this was how she saw him. He was very happy.
He put the tray in the basket and placed it at the door. After a while, someone would come to take it away.
Under the moonlight, Hua Manlou was playing the zither for Zhu Qingqing to comfort the heart of a young girl who was leaving home for the first time.
Zhu Qingqing held the teacup and listened to the zither. She thought to herself: The more you look at a beauty under the moon, the more beautiful she is.
Although this scene was picturesque, Zhu Qingqing felt a little drunk. She clearly didn't drink. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to move.
Hua Manlou felt that it was very pleasant to get along with Zhu Qingqing. When the little girl was alone upstairs, she was also quietly drawing downstairs. After dinner, she described her drawing to him.
Zhu Qingqing's drawing had many colors. When she described it to him in detail, he seemed to see the scenery of the small building.
Although it didn't affect his daily activities and he had memorized every corner of the small building, he still knew that the trees beside the wall had more leaves and there was moss growing on the eaves from Zhu Qingqing's description of the painting … He seemed to be more familiar with this small building.
Hua Manlou felt that Zhu Qingqing was also the kind of person who could hear the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof, feel the wonderful vitality of flowers blooming in the spring breeze, and smell the fragrance of leaves from the distant mountains often carried by the autumn wind.
He originally thought that his life was destined to be dark. Who would have thought that a girl would bring color to him!
Who knew that the little girl's surprise was far more than that.
After getting familiar with each other, the little girl wanted to take his pulse and treat his eyes. What did it matter if she asked him to believe her? It was just some bitter medicine. When he was blind when he was young, his family was also like this. They always wanted to see if it could be cured. It was always sincere. How could he bear to refuse?
However, he gradually felt that there was light.
Unfortunately, in order to improve the effect, he had to cover his eyes with a cloth and enter the darkness again. However, was the light not far away tomorrow?
In the past two months, the smell of Zhu Qingqing and the smell of the cloth were the same, a faint medicinal fragrance. But one made him feel at ease, the other made his heart beat faster.
Zhu Qingqing went out early in the morning, although she walked quietly. However, Hua Manlou still heard it.
When Zhu Qingqing came back, she brought back two bowls of noodles.
Hua Manlou said softly, "Do you want to eat noodles for breakfast today? You could have written a note to the person who delivered the food yesterday. "
"No, today is my birthday. Today is my coming-of-age ceremony. This is longevity noodles. I made it myself. Can you eat it with me? "
"Of course."
"You can't stop sucking in a mouthful. You can't stop eating. "
"Okay."
The two of them ate the noodles, slurping and sucking. Hua Manlou felt that something was wrong. It seemed that someone was also sucking at the other end of the noodles. It was also because he couldn't see. Otherwise, he would have seen that Zhu Qingqing and he were eating the same noodles in two bowls.
The noodles were not long. They ate to the middle of the bowl. Zhu Qingqing's lips and Hua Manlou's lips were very close. They could even breathe on each other's faces. In the middle, they stopped for three seconds. The noodles didn't move. Hua Manlou also didn't move. In the next second, Zhu Qingqing's lips appeared. They reached Hua Manlou's lips.
When their lips parted, Hua Manlou didn't know what he was thinking. When the two of them swallowed the noodles, Hua Manlou heard Zhu Qingqing say, "Thank you, Big Brother Qidong."
"You're welcome, you're welcome. I … I didn't do anything."
"The noodles didn't stop. The meaning is very good. Qingqing wants to return the favor to Big Brother Qidong. "
"Ah …" Just as he was about to refuse, Hua Manlou felt Zhu Qingqing's approach again.
When their lips touched again, Hua Manlou's hand wrapped around Zhu Qingqing's waist.
How did this day pass? Hua Manlou was a little dazed.
The same as usual? Different from usual?
They ate the same meal, applied medicine, painted, and played the piano.
However, they no longer ate face to face. The two of them sat side by side. When applying medicine, they were no longer afraid of touching each other. After applying the medicine, Qing Qing reached out and touched her eyes and cheeks. When painting, they were no longer one upstairs and one downstairs. He sat beside her and listened to her talk as she painted. When playing the piano, there was a little girl leaning on his shoulder. Was the sound of the piano messed up? He couldn't remember.
The only thing he could remember now was when they ate the noodles. Their lips wanted it? When they did, his heart was beating like thunder.
At that time, what was in his mind?
He didn't think of anything. His mind was blank.
Now, what are you thinking about? Hua Manlou?
I'm thinking about my little girl.
Is she asleep?
She's been in the room for two hours, right? Is she still tossing and turning like me?
The calm young master's heart was in a mess. He couldn't sleep.
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