Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Just when he thought that his feet would be roasted by the chimney today to make braised pork, a young girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, came out from the alley next to her, wearing a sun hat and wearing He was wearing a white dress, and he was carrying a plastic bag in his hand. It was estimated that the bag contained stationery or something, because he could clearly see the edge of the soft copy protruding from the mouth of the bag.

It was noon, the sun was scorching the earth at this time, and there were almost no pedestrians walking on the side of the road, so the little girl saw him at a glance, ran up after a moment of surprise, then put the plastic bag in her hand aside, and quickly helped him Pull that motorcycle away.

She is small, and it took a lot of effort to pull the motorcycle away. Perhaps because of the relatively large sun visor, her forehead could not be seen, only the sweat under the sun visor was sliding on her face, but her clear eyes could not be seen. It is as clear and transparent as a clear spring in the mountains.

The motorcycle was moved away, but a layer of skin had been scalded off his instep, and the pain made him almost unable to stand still. It was she who came to help him up and sat under a tree.

"Sit here, I'll buy you a bottle of burn ointment," the little girl ran towards the alley as she spoke, and he reckoned that the alley might lead to a market or something.

About 10 minutes later, the little girl came out with a bottle of burn ointment. She squeezed out the ointment carefully, and then gently stroked his instep with her delicate hands. Immediately, there was a coolness on the burning instep. It made his insteps a lot more comfortable.

The little girl painted it very seriously, as if she was concentrating on something. She didn't even raise her head to take a look at a top-notch handsome guy like him.

However, he remembered later that when he fell to the ground, the helmet flew away, and there happened to be a pile of black charcoal ash piled there by someone who didn't know where he fell, and his face fell directly on it. It's black and charcoal, so it must be uglier than Bao Gong's face, no wonder the little girl refused to look up at him.

After smearing the back of his feet, the little girl took out a clean white handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt and hugged his feet before handing him the burn ointment.

"Okay, you wait here for your family, I'm going back first," the little girl showed her white teeth, then bent down to pick up her plastic bag and was about to leave.

"What's your name?" Seeing that she had turned around, he couldn't help asking, "Where do you live? How can I thank you?"

The little girl turned her head and smiled at him, and said in a faint voice: "No need, the burn ointment is only a few dollars, what are you thankful for? It's just a small effort."

After saying that, she turned around and walked away. Looking at her, she must have gone home, and the white sun hat on her head made her look as beautiful as an angel.

Of course, the driver of the Dongfang family drove him back that day, and of course his instep was still severely burned. Liu Hao, the family doctor of the Dongfang family, said, thankfully you applied the burn ointment in time and did a simple treatment. Bandage, otherwise, if you sit on the side of the road for so long, bacteria will definitely stick to the wound along with the dust, and your foot will probably be in trouble.

Although the girl didn't leave her name, the white handkerchief betrayed her secret, because there were three words embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief: Xi Muxue!

This is the reason why he was determined not to make a marriage contract with Kuang Yingying but with Xi Muxue, daughter of the Xi family, because he could never forget the scorching sun at noon, and the one who walked out of the alley in white little girl in a dress.