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Chapter 45 Another one

But today, the cutie is entangled with Mi Congshan.

In the past, Mira liked to pester Mi Congshan to tell stories, because Mi Congshan, who was a matchmaker, could tell all kinds of love stories.Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, omniscient, omniscient.From Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying, to Tang Minghuang and Yang Guifei, from Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, to Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.From the tragic Romeo and Juliet, to the gypsy girl and the bell ringer, and even Mi Congshan, who only had a junior high school education, in order to introduce objects to those intellectuals and literary youths, she actually read a lot of books and became self-taught. Finally, even Venus The protagonists of classic love stories such as Adonais, Edward VIII and Mrs. Simpson, Roy and Marat are also familiar with their own family members.

Mira has been enlightened earlier than Miguo since she was a child. She likes all romantic and beautiful things. The thoughts that pop up in her head often overwhelm the Mi family. The questions she asks make the old Jianghu Mi Congshan feel enthusiastic, so , she became the goblin in Mi Congshan's mouth.

Compared with Mira's eccentricity and precociousness, her sister Miguo seems too dull.

Migo is as fascinated by horror movies and novels as Mira is by love movies and novels.Every weekend, there will be a TV war at home, and then, Mi’s house will become a romantic beach, or the scene of a murder case, often the hero and heroine have just confessed affectionately, and in the next second, it will spread There was a terrifying scream.

Mila's favorite holiday is Valentine's Day, and Migo's favorite holiday is Halloween.

Mira fell in love very early, but Miguo thought it was a waste of youth.

Miguo, who likes special things, never pesters Mi Congshan to tell stories. In her opinion, those Yingyingyanyan, you and me love, are separated from her by the distance of the whole universe.

But today, Miguo seems to have suddenly opened up, not only pestering Mi Congshan to tell those sour love stories, but also recording them with a computer, telling her to listen to them when she sleeps at night.

At first, Mi Congshan was very proud, and felt that it was very honorable to be pursued by her little niece like this.But later, she gradually couldn't stand it anymore.why?Because no matter how many stories she has, she can't hold back Miguo's coming up with another one.Unknowingly, she talked for half the night, her mouth was dry, her face was ferocious, and her eyes glowed green, but her little niece Miguo was still in high spirits, holding a It's a broken notebook, memorizing and memorizing non-stop, with no intention of stopping at all.

"Guoguo..." Mi Congshan couldn't take it anymore.

"Little aunt, I want to hear Hongye, Hongye! You told Lala the story of the red leaf's love! Have you forgotten? Lala broke her leg because of hearing your story!" Mi Guo excitedly recalled.

What? !

Broke your leg after hearing her story? !
Mi Congshan twitched her eyebrows, and justified her name: "She is obsessed with ghosts, and she insisted on going up the tree to pick some red leaves, so she broke her leg."

Speaking of that eccentric little niece Mira, Mi Congshan's brain hurts.

Mi Guo smiled, and grabbed Mi Congshan's clothes: "Don't worry about it. Auntie, let's talk about one more! Let's talk about Hongye!"

Mi Congshan couldn't help it, "Okay, okay! The red leaves are the last one!"

"The last one." Mi Guo's eyes lit up.

Mi Congshan raised her spirits: "By the way, there was a very talented court lady named Han Cuiping during Tang Xizong's time. In autumn, there were many red leaves floating in the small river in the palace. Han Cuiping picked up one and wrote a poem on it. , and put it back into the river the next day. The red leaves were carried by the flowing water to the moat outside the palace, and were picked up by the academician Yu You.

"Auntie, is there any writing on the red leaves? Will it not be washed away by the water?" Mi Guo tilted his head and suddenly interjected.

"..." A few seconds later, Mi Congshan, who was at a loss for words, fled from Mi's house, followed by a shadow behind her, "Little aunt, come one more, come one more..."

(End of this chapter)