The stingy father is too black: pick up a funny concubine

Chapter 199 Careful (2)

"Did you miss me these past few months?" Ou Zibai's eyes flickered with anticipation.

"No, you know I'm very busy. I've been practicing swords, and I can't think about other things. Then I have time to spare and think about you."

Shaking her hair, a certain woman looked disgusted, even if she wanted to, she couldn't tell you, otherwise it would be too embarrassing, and Ou Zibaixuan's face was ugly, her voice was calm, and she said in a sour tone: "Sword refining?"

He is actually not as good as a sword, it's too much, and he doesn't even think about who feeds her, takes care of her when she is injured, and takes care of her with feces and urine!
"Yes, do I want to show you a trick?" She raised her head with a confident face, although she really didn't practice swords very much, she should be fine if she just picks it up and dances a few times.

But why does she feel empty in her heart?Feeling a bit sad...

"No need." With a cold tone, Ou Zibaixuan waved his sleeves and left the room, he wanted to be quiet...

The three of Jin Zi saw the master coming out with a hurt face, and couldn't help being surprised, the master also had such an expression?They really are in broad daylight.

After that day, Ou Zibai ignored the certain woman until he was called to practice again, and he left without saying hello at the end.

And this trip lasted two years, during which he didn't come back to see Ou Ziyin, and he didn't even step on Zishan Mountain.

Beijing.

The street with people coming and going, the left and right sides are full of small merchants setting up stalls, the crisp sound of passing carriages passing by the bluestone slabs, and all kinds of people on the street.

Some of them walked leisurely with their hands behind their backs, some hurriedly walked on the road, some carried burdens, some drove carts, knights rode horses, hugged each other, and passed through the crowd.

In this turbulent, bustling street, in this hot summer, the streets of the capital are still infinitely lively.

"Master, are you going back?"

Jin Jin looked at the small body in front of him, quietly watching the street with people coming and going, and couldn't help but speak.

"A bustling city and half a city full of smoke, how many people in the world are intoxicated, floating light and shadows, and finally empty faces." Ou Ziyin looked at this seemingly prosperous life that so many people yearn for, but after all, is it not just the surface?
Who knows the danger hidden in the dark?Who knew, the bullying in Desolate Street?But in the end, what the world pursues is only superficial, face-satisfaction and that vulnerable self-esteem.

In the past two years, she has grown a lot taller, at least one head taller than children of the same age. Her hair stands up high on the back of her head. common appearance.

"That's right, the young master is really talented and intelligent to be able to say such a good poem at such a young age, even Lin admires it."

A clear voice came from behind them, Ou Ziyin moved his ears, then turned around and turned towards the person coming.

Lin Yisheng smiled brightly, waving the fan in his hand, walked around the three of Jin Ziyin gracefully, and came to Ou Ziyin, condescendingly showing the most kind smile to Ou Ziyin.

"I'm sorry this is not a poem. Your IQ also worries me very much. If you speak from the bottom of your heart, you don't look very good. So can you take back your teeth with vegetable leaves?"

After finishing speaking, he turned coldly and left...

Lin Yisheng, who was left with a messy face, was stunned for a few seconds before he finished digesting Ou Ziyin's words, then he snorted and waved to the boy following him.

"Bring the mirror."

(End of this chapter)