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Mrs. Xiang's surname is Li, and it is said that she was also from the general family.
I remember that when she was still alive, she once pulled Xiang Huan and said viciously: "That little girl will be your daughter-in-law in the future, you have to fight for your mother, you know?"
When she smiled, a small and curved dimple appeared under the corner of her lips, and a canine tooth glistened.
At that time, Xiang Huan didn't quite understand the meaning of his mother's words, and there was confusion and confusion in his eyes, so Mrs. Xiang rumpled his son's hair into a messy chicken coop, and laughed shamelessly at him as a fool.
At the end, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it pretty?"
He understood this sentence, felt a little embarrassed for some reason, scratched his neck with his hands, and finally nodded honestly: "Yeah."
Immediately afterwards, my mother's malicious laughter burst out in my ears.
On the New Year's Eve of the 14th year of Yuanxi, the little prince of Shun Prince's Mansion turned ten years old, and the sky lanterns for blessings floated all over the capital, surrounded by a huge and beautiful revolving horse lantern in the center, the light and shadow flowed, and the gauze projected the celestial maidens dancing, Chang'e flies to the moon, the general draws the bow, and the assassin draws the sword
On that day, all the people in Chang'an witnessed the splendid scene of the bright lights.
"This gun is expensive, you hold it steady, if it breaks a little, I won't let you go."
Xiang Huan stood in front of the side gate of the palace, and handed Xueya to a boy who was a year and a half younger than him.
The other party is the third son of Prince Shun's concubine, and he has been wanting to touch his gun for a long time. Xiang Huan was sure of this, and lent Xue Ya and him in exchange for the blueprint of the lantern.
"Don't worry, I will collect it carefully, wipe it every day, and polish it every three days, so as to ensure that it will be cleaned for you."
"That's not necessary." Xiang Huan put it in his hand with a little reluctance, looked at the boy's small body and doubted, "Can you hold it?"
"¡¡good."
The third son gritted his teeth, struggling to hold the spear with both arms.
Xiang Huan looked at him a few more times in disbelief, "Then I'll pick it up in ten days, remember to return it to me."
"Know!"
He took a stack of thick patterns and went back home.
Pushing open the door, the girl was sitting bored on the hat chair, with her legs dangling back and forth. When she saw him coming back, her eyes lit up with stars, and she jumped to the ground expectantly.
Xiang Huan unconsciously, with a little pride, shook the paper, "Look¡ª¡ª"
"You really got it?" Wan Yao happily stared at the pattern in his hand, although she couldn't quite understand it.
"Of course, if I go out, what can't be done?"
The two children lay head to head on the table to study those dazzling pictures. The marquee lanterns are palace lanterns. There is no place to buy them in the market like the ones used by the palace, and the fathers of Xiang Wan's family are both seven-grade sesame seeds. Officer, to be honest, I can't afford the cost of such a luxury.
But the child is thinking about it again, what should I do?
Xiang Huan pondered for several days, and finally came up with such a method.
He was very fond of drawings, so he asked a carpenter in the market for advice. After learning for half a day, he could barely understand the general idea. He was not afraid of tigers when he was a newborn calf, so he put a pile of scraps of wood and silk into the room, and started to tinker.
Building the frame, sawing the planks, and hammering the nails, the young man buried himself in the table and tapped.
Wan Yao didn't find anything to do, so he had to walk around beside him trying to help, Xiang Huan was impatient, and finally raised his head: "Go aside, don't get in the way."
The girl was disliked by him, but she didn't look very angry, she just groaned, and sat back in the chair very obediently. She is petite, the bench is even a section higher, and her legs can only hang in the air, like a nimble feather bird.
When Xiang Huan finished the work in hand, wiped off the sweat from his temples and raised his head, he saw the girl at the table looking in the same way. She was lying there with her chin resting on her arm, and her black eyes blinked. A few times, then smiled at him.
Xiang Huan suddenly felt a little embarrassed for no reason.
A plate of cakes was slowly pushed in front of him, Wan Yao nodded like a reward: "Eat it, it's ready."
The dim sum tasted like bean paste, but it was not too greasy, and it was delicious after a bite. He wolfed down a few pieces and stuffed them into his stomach, and then he looked away while eating, always feeling uncomfortable.
In the end, he managed to find something for her to do.
Xiang Huan prepared the brushes and rice paper, and asked Wan Yao to hook the little figure inside the lantern.
He folded his arms and looked aside.
The sky outside the window was a bit gloomy. With a candle on hand, the girl huddled together under the dim and warm light, and wrote carefully stroke by stroke. Her delicate cheeks were crystal clear.; Mr. Liu is also out of helplessness.
His younger sister is the best at saving face, and when she sees things in other people's homes, she stalks him to make them exactly the same. Unfortunately, he is also good at saving face, and he doesn't want to show timidity in front of his sister, so he bites the bullet and agrees. He only started to worry when he was about to leave, and he had no choice but to come up with this bad plan.
"You're very capable, stealing something is on my head." Xiang Huan curled the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.
Mr. Liu was a little afraid of him, but he refused to admit it, "Who said I stole it? Don't slander people with lies! My father just bought it on the road!"
Wanyao was originally lying behind Xiang Huan, but he pushed her with his hands indiscriminately, motioning her to stand farther away, while she began to move her muscles and bones, as if she was about to hit someone.
"I won't talk nonsense with you, return the things."
As he spoke, he stretched his palm forward.
That Mr. Liu didn't know where he got the bear heart and leopard courage, but for the sake of face, he went all out, first let out a cry to build up his courage, and then thrust his head towards Xiang Huan's chest.
The young man didn't expect the other party to attack suddenly, his eyes changed suddenly, he turned around to stabilize his figure, grabbed Mr. Liu's clothes with his hands, and raised his fist to hit him on the back.
The two half-grown children wrestled together in an instant, biting each other like two wild dogs on the side of the road, and no one let go.
Wan Yao stood by the side worriedly, not daring to step forward and fearing that they would fight something bad or bad, "You"
"Don't fight anymore."
The boy's legs kicked over the earthen jars piled up in the corner, making a loud bang.
She quickly dodged, and could only persuade: "Xiang Huan, don't hurt anyone!"
After all, Mr. Liu was a frail scholar. He was pinned against the wall and kicked and punched. The package wrapped in lanterns in his arms fell down and rolled at his feet.
However, the two fought each other so selflessly that they didn't pay attention to the important thing at the center of the conflict for a while, and Mr. Liu was hurt by the beating, so he finally jumped over the wall and pushed Xiang Huan.
The boy didn't stand still, slipped on a pebble while stepping back, and sat down on the ground with a "bang".
Accompanied by the sound of "bang dang", something under him seemed to be broken into scattered wreckage.
At this moment, the three children present were stunned for a moment.
The little mad dog who realized it later finally died down.
Xiang Huan turned his head with a bad feeling, and raised his hand. Sure enough, a familiar corner of something was exposed under the gray cloth. He immediately jumped up as if he had been scalded by an iron.
Less than two months after the lantern was born, it finally died in battle.
The teenagers here watched helplessly as the girl's dazed eyes turned from white to red, the eye sockets filled with water little by little, and her shoulders began to twitch up and down.
Mr. Liu grew up so big that he didn't learn anything else, but he also understood that it is a very sinful thing to make a girl cry, so he ran away immediately and left the mess to Xiang Huan alone.
The boy didn't expect him to run so fast, looking around, he was at a loss for what to do.
Wanyao squatted down in front of the pile of apparently hopeless wooden blocks, and after pawing for a while, realized that it was hopeless, so she covered her face with both hands, curled up into a ball and wept sadly.
Xiang Huan scratched his neck numbly, trying to comfort him: "Wanyao"
"Don't cry"
In fact, she didn't lose her temper, and her crying was not loud, intermittent, as light as a cat meowing, but she just didn't stop. Listening to Xiang Huan, he always felt that she was so sad that the sky was about to fall.
The boy had no choice but to walk back and forth, and finally knelt down on one knee and squatted beside the girl.
"Wan Yao."
He held up her tear-filled face and wiped away the wetness with his hands, "Okay, okay"
"Isn't it just a lantern, next time I'll make another one to compensate you, what a big deal."
The little girl was dizzy with grief, and in a daze, she was held by the boy and gently pulled up, "Go, I'll take you to eat crab roe soup dumplings. Don't cry after eating."
"Um."
The girl followed the boy, walking quietly through the streets and alleys of Chang'an City at dusk, hand in hand.
Many years later, on New Year's Eve, Wanyao pushed open the bedroom door, and she saw the lanterns on the table flipping cheerfully, and the light and shadow flowed like water in the room.
The little boy lying on the table kept flicking the lamp with his fingers, and the flickering lights flickered in his clear eyes. However, the little girl beside him was of limited height, so she didn't show her head after dancing for a long time.
At this moment, a pair of big hands held her armpits and lifted her up with ease.
"Wow¡ª¡ª"
She didn't speak very well, and said happily with her big tongue: "Daddy, rabbit"
Xiang Huan brought his daughter closer to the lamp, and responded with a slow smile: "Yes, rabbit."
Wan Yao smiled lightly, closed her eyes and closed the door, the young man in her memory looked towards her, the expression between her brows was still bright and vivid.
(End of the full text) (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Song picked her up high.
"Wow¡ª¡ª"
She didn't speak very well, and said happily with her big tongue: "Daddy, rabbit"
Xiang Huan brought his daughter closer to the lamp, and responded with a slow smile: "Yes, rabbit."
Wan Yao smiled lightly, closed her eyes and closed the door, the young man in her memory looked towards her, the expression between her brows was still bright and vivid.
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