Marry A Younger Husband

On the second day of the first month, there was a heavy snow last night. Although the sun had come out, it was still a world of silver.

Whether to go or to stay, shuilinlang is still hesitating, but xiaomo'er leads Dingdang to come over excitedly. Dingdang's buttock seems to be not healed, but slightly faltering in the posture of walking.

"Sister!" Little Mo'er enters the hall and smiles strangely at the water.

"Why do you laugh so strangely?"

"I accompanied my mother to Hanshan Temple yesterday. Oh, I asked for a autograph."

Water Lin Lang smile: "what are you asking for?"

"Marriage!"

One side of Zhu can't help laughing: "young master, you know I don't know shame, fart point big people, also to seek marriage."

"Well, if you are married, can't I?"

"What kind of marriage have you ever had?"

"You've been given silk handkerchiefs, and your marriage is not far away."

Zhu shaved his cheeks and said coyly, "you'll make fun of me and ignore you!" He stomped his feet, turned around and left.

Ding Dang looks at her figure curling into the dark. For some reason, he feels a little lonely. He has been waiting for Xiao Mo'er for so many years, and he has learned a lot from her. Silk handkerchief, horizontal and vertical.

The water is so beautiful that it's strange. Looking at Zhu's death, isn't it love? His eyes fell on Dingdang's face. Just now he looked at Zhu Zao's eyes, which seemed to have a little content.

"Sister, I asked for an amulet for you yesterday. Look!" Little Mo'er is carrying a red string in his hand. At the bottom of the red string is a yellow cloth folded into a triangle. The talisman is written on the yellow cloth with cinnabar.

"Hanshan Temple is the place of Buddhism. How can it manage the painting?" If I remember correctly, it should be a matter of Taoism. Isn't Hanshan Temple robbing business bloody?

"It was painted by Taoist priest Chixiao of Huaxu temple. You and me." Small Mo son will hang on the neck of the amulet from the clothes out, "you see, I didn't cheat you?"

Shuilinlang took her amulet, but she was moved somehow. Before Xiaomo Er gave her body fragrance and "hexiangze", she didn't feel so moved. Maybe, it's because she's leaving!

"Don't you have to go to huaxuguan today?"

"No, I don't have to go to class until the Lantern Festival—— Sister, when it comes to the Lantern Festival, shall we go to see the lanterns together? "

Yuanxiao, can she wait for Yuanxiao?

He took little Mo'er's hand and stroked his hair: "thank you, little Mo'er. You think of me for everything you do."

"You're welcome. If you want to be my wife in the future, I will naturally think of you." Said, suddenly pulled away from the hands of the water, step back, looking at her in fear.

But shuilinlang didn't get angry, which surprised little Mo'er. He still stuck his neck and said, "I told the Bodhisattva of Hanshan Temple that I would marry you. The Bodhisattva agreed."

"The Bodhisattva... Spoke?"

"He told me in a dream last night."

Shuilinlang is defeated by him. Can't he distinguish reality from dream? The day has thought, the night has a dream, where is the Bodhisattva to dream, clearly is he crooked in the dream.

"Come here." The water waved to him.

"You don't want to hit me. My internal skill is very advanced. If you want to hit me, you will be rebounded by my internal skill. That's not good."

"Come on, young Xia Su, I know your martial arts are superb. How dare you fight with your old man?"

"Well, you're smart." Little Mo'er drew a step and came to her.

Shuilinlang took out the brocade sachet embroidered last night from her sleeve and handed it to her: "this is my new year gift for you. You give me so many things as a gift in return. I made it myself. I hope you don't dislike it."

Little Mo'er, like a treasure, plays around with the brocade sachet, puts it on his nose, sniffs it, and asks, "is it jinyanxiang in it?"

Shuilinlang said with a smile, "do you belong to a dog?"

"Yes, I'm a mangy dog."

"Your zodiac is appropriate, naughty!"

Little Mo'er said with a smile, "sister, is this the token you gave me?"

"Do you like it?"

Little Mo'er nodded busily: "I like it. As long as it's something you give me, I like it. This mushroom, in particular, is so well embroidered that it's lifelike. I've never seen a purple mushroom before! "The black line on shuilinlang's face dropped calmly: "that... Is purple Ganoderma lucidum."

"Er, ah, ha, it's purple Ganoderma lucidum. It's really unique. It's unique and original."

Shuilinlang blushed: "if you don't like it, give it back to me!" You're going to grab it.

"You belong to the mangy dog. How can you go back to give something to others, naughty!" Little Mo'er is afraid that the brocade sachet will be robbed. He runs to the door of the hall, makes a face at shuilinlang, and runs to the distance happily.

Shuilinlang went to the door and looked at his figure, which was already thin and smaller, until it became a black spot, until it could no longer be seen.

Shuilinlang looks down with a smile, only to find that there is something wet in the corner of her eyes. She used to hate this little bully, but when it comes to parting, she can't give up.

Think about how strange and ridiculous human feelings are.

"You still didn't tell him?" Gou Fugui, like a ghost, suddenly appeared beside her.

"He's just a simple child. I don't want to use him."

Gou Fugui sneered: "you are a kind-hearted Bodhisattva, but have you ever thought that your Xiao Lang is suffering from inhuman pain?"

After a while, he said, "I'll try again."

"What else can you do? Can you expect the second lady to invite you back when you leave the villa this time? "

Water Lin Lang cold heart, said: "Xiao Lang's matter, in the final analysis, has nothing to do with small Mo'er, you don't involve him."

"If you don't do it for yourself, heaven will destroy the earth. What's more, if you make use of Xiao Mo'er and ask him to plead for you, what will he lose? Doesn't he want you to stay himself? In other words, he did it for himself. Why, don't you like this little hairy kid? "

Water Lin Lang a Zheng: "what are you talking nonsense?" Her eyes involuntarily have some evasion, a heart gradually speed up the beat, thoughts on the chaos.

"Think of your Xiao Lang, who is still waiting for you to save him, but you are empathizing with him at this time. Are you worthy of him?"

"I didn't!"

"Better not—— If you don't want to talk to little Mo'er, I'll talk to him for you. "

Shuilinlang doesn't speak. She doesn't want to use xiaomo'er in her heart. She knows xiaomo'er's feelings for her. Although it doesn't hurt xiaomo'er much, it's very obscene to use a child's feelings to achieve her own goal.

However, Xiao Lang....

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