The black-bellied master and apprentice: Master, the apprentice is here to grab the relative

Chapter 1 Wedges
更新时间2013-10-1112:30:52。0
Wedge: She is sitting on the top of the roof, holding a bamboo flute and blowing melodiously, with a happy expression.He opened the door, and a gust of wind blew through his white shirt, like a fluttering fairy, and his delicate face, which was comparable to a stunning beauty, was flying with a handsome look, and when he saw the man on the roof, there was a warm smile , like a gust of early spring wind, the glaciers melted little by little wherever it went, mixed with the coolness of late winter, renewing the green vitality.She on the roof noticed his gaze, put down the bamboo shovel in her hand, and smiled too, the corners of her bright red lips raised, revealing her white teeth, a hint of playfulness and innocence overflowing just like that.With red lips moving and closing, she softly called out: Master.

Just as he was about to speak, the dream was shattered, and he suddenly woke up...

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In March, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the spring is just right, and the streets are full of people. Lin Yizhu, the son of the Lin family, a big family in the capital, is slowly dangling on the road with a little boy, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

On the other side, there was a soft cry from the bustling crowd, and an elegant-looking woman ran quickly, put her hands on the table and turned somersault, the rose-colored skirt drew a perfect fan in the air, and landed on a panic-stricken woman. Then he stretched out his hand and snatched a purse tightly held in the man's hand. The man had no power to resist, and he fell to his knees on the ground as if he was tripped by something.The woman spun around, the skirt and her jet-black hair drew beautiful colors in the air, she sat on the table at the side stall lightly on her toes, and stopped.The whole process was like flowing clouds and flowing water, which stunned the people around.

The woman turned her face, smiled slightly, looked at the purse and said to the thief: "Dare to rob in front of this girl, today is your bad luck." But not the slightest bit arrogant.She jumped off the table, walked towards another man, and put the purse in his hand. The man was grateful and thanked him repeatedly.The woman didn't respond to him, and walked around the little thief, "A good citizen doesn't do anything, but he becomes a thief!"

The little thief kneeling on the ground trembled again and again, unable to speak a word: "Gu... aunt... Miss, please forgive me, little... little... little... man, he is also poor in his family, poor... Poor little one is 80 years old Mom, get down...down...down..."

"You have a two-year-old child?" The woman was speechless, "Why does everyone use this excuse?"

"Small... the villain is really... really nowhere to go..." The man actually shed tears as he spoke.

The woman's heart softened, she frowned like Liu Xiumei and waved her hand at him, then took out a large purse containing dozens of taels of silver, weighed it in her hand and handed it to him, saying: "Okay, okay, this is for you. Go home and buy a few acres of land or start a small business, don’t steal anymore, if I meet you doing this kind of thing again, don’t blame me for being merciless!”

The thief turned from grief to joy, took the purse with trembling hands, and kowtowed: "Thank you for the kindness of the heroine, the villain will never forget it in this life! The villain... the villain will definitely not do this again!"

The woman raised the corners of her beautiful lips, patted a little dust on her hands, raised her head, turned around and walked away.

The crowd of onlookers had gradually dispersed.She slowly raised her big watery eyes, suddenly, a smile condensed on her pink face due to excessive surprise, and her footsteps stopped unconsciously.

Across a few walking figures, opposite her, stood a snow-white Lin Yizhu in the distance.

He stood there leisurely, with a look of admiration for her on his handsome features, the folded paper fan that was persistent in his left hand touched his right hand one after another, the rhythm was gentle and showed the air of a scholar.The dark blue silk is only tied loosely with a white ribbon, and the untucked hair below hangs gently behind her back.And the white sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a lotus isolated in the world, pure and unassuming.

(End of this chapter)