The first lazy concubine in the world: tyrant He Qijia

Chapter 140 Entering the Painting: Butterflies [2000 words]

Qin Zhuiyi's face is full of embarrassment. Even if my sister looks like a child now, her voice has not changed, and most importantly, her heart has not changed. What kind of rhythm is this guy?
"I can do it myself, I don't need your help."

"Then let me comb your hair for you."

"I can handle that too."

"What about the clothes you need to change?"

"..." Qin Zhuiyi felt that the rhythm was a bit wrong.

She rolled around in the bath, and finally shrank into a corner, only her head was exposed.

"Then open the door and come in."

"Ah."

Di Zhen outside the door responded, then opened the door and came in.

Seeing him stepping in, Qin Zhuiyi said first, "Just put it on the shelf behind the door, you can go out first!"

"Put it here?"

"Ah."

"Put it away."

"Then you go out!"

"No." Di Zhen turned around and looked at Qin Zhuiyi with a firm expression, "I want to cut your hair."

"No need, I can take care of it myself." Qin Zhuiyi's eyes widened, she deeply suspected that Di Zhen's mind was wired wrong, why Mao had to stay.

"Or not."

Di Zhen's attitude was more determined than hers, and he walked over with a small wooden box. Qin Zhuiyi had nowhere to go, so he could only watch helplessly as he got closer and closer to him.

Di Zhen walked over slowly and sat cross-legged beside her. The small wooden box was opened, and there were small scissors, a small white comb, and some light-colored hair ties inside.

"Recalling, you turn around."

"...Understood." As far as the current situation is concerned, she can only listen to him.

Qin Zhuiyi turned around, folded his arms around his chest to cover his little pair, and Di Zhen's figure was reflected in front of him.

He lowered his head and looked serious.

Probably because she saw her hair burnt from the beginning, so she came here with scissors.

He carefully trimmed the broken hair...

She lowered her head and looked at her head in the pool, her hair became messy, some were long and some were short.

Well, except for the aspect of making soup dumplings, you really can't have too much hope for Dizhen in other places.

"It feels good." She smiled awkwardly, comforting herself and him.

"No, it's so ugly."

"..." What does this mean, no matter how ugly it is, it's your fault!

Although she was slightly dissatisfied, she still only complained in her heart, looking at Di Zhen's serious face, she really couldn't say anything serious.

She tilted her head and watched him take another small wooden comb.

The wooden comb is very beautiful, it is white overall, but it has a light blue pattern. If you look closely at the pattern, it looks like a long-haired heroine combing her hair half-kneeling.

Qin Zhuiyi felt a little embarrassed not to speak, so he casually chatted up the topic.

"This comb is very nice."

"Well, this comb is called Qingsi."

"And a name?"

"Of course, Qingsi is very powerful, if you don't believe me, take a look."

Although Qin Zhuiyi didn't believe how powerful a small comb was, she still turned her head with an amused expression for Dizhen's sake.

She turned around and saw Dizhen combing her only strand of long hair with the small comb. With his movements, her hair was gradually growing longer.

"Wow, it's really amazing."

"right."

The smile on Di Zhen's face was obvious, the corners of his lips were slightly curled up, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

Qin Zhuiyi couldn't take his eyes off it. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't know whether his eyes were tired or for other reasons, but another face appeared.

This face is exactly the same as Dizhen's, but completely different.

A look of arrogance and arrogance, arrogant.

Only one corner of the mouth was raised, the eyes were slightly narrowed, and there were dancing flames in the black pupils.

The corners of 'his' mouth hooked slightly, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Xiao Yi..."

"Xiao Yi? Xiao Yi?"

Suddenly a louder voice overwhelmed the voice of 'him', and Qin Zhuiyi woke up.

She blinked, this time only Di Zhen could be seen.

He looked nervous and his eyes were full of worry.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly stop talking, and your expression was not right, do you feel uncomfortable? I am very happy and excited when you are back, but I still don't want you to have an accident."

Qin Zhuiyi shook his head and gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, I just feel a little tired."

"Are you tired, then I will speed up."

"okay."

Qin Zhuiyi answered lightly, she really felt tired, her eyelids gradually became heavier, and her consciousness gradually disappeared...

……

Qin Zhuiyi fell into a dream again.

This dream was extraordinarily real. She was walking barefoot in a small strange garden, and she could even feel the young grass brushing her soles.

She didn't know this place at all, didn't know where to go, so she sat down bored.

Suddenly a little girl appeared in front of her.

The girl is wearing a pale pink skirt, with long hair that reaches her waist. The hair on her forehead is tied behind her head, fixed with a red hair accessory, revealing her smooth forehead, and the rest of her hair hangs naturally behind her head...

For some reason, although she couldn't see the girl's face, Qin Zhuiyi clearly remembered the hair ornament on the back of her head.

There are two butterflies flying side by side, one light pink and the other light blue, surrounded by small and delicate flowers.

Farther away, a young man is painting at a desk.

In the painting, the back of a girl can be vaguely seen, and the hair ornament on the back of the girl's head is very clear...

Qin Zhuiyi also remembered it very clearly. For some reason, she slowly raised her right hand...

The dream ended here, and Qin Zhuiyi woke up with his eyes open.

She looked around, she was no longer in the bathroom, she was lying in a hut.

The hut has the same configuration as the previous room, the bed curtains, vases, and potted plants are all exactly the same. Fortunately, she was not taken to a messy place, but returned to the hotel.

As for how she came back, she didn't intend to continue thinking about it.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and rushed to the wooden table where the food was slowed down.

There are many small plates on the wooden table, and each plate contains her favorite dishes, as well as the soup dumplings and roast duck that she misses so much!
She gobbled it up and quickly filled her stomach.

Seeing that the dishes on the table were all gone, she slowly felt a sense of accomplishment, wiped her mouth, and swayed proudly on the wooden chair.

Only then did she realize that the skirt she was wearing was somewhat familiar, wasn't it the same dress that the little girl she was dreaming of was wearing!

The corners of her mouth were a little stiff, and she walked slowly to the vanity mirror and sat down.

Her hair has become long hair, the hairstyle and length are exactly the same as the girl in the dream...

She looked at her right hand and finally made a decision.

She put her hand behind her head, and sure enough, she touched the particularly bright hair accessory.

She took it off lightly, and there were two butterflies flying in her palm, one light pink and one light blue...

Is this a coincidence, or was it deliberately arranged by someone?
If it is correct, this dream is also a part of her past memory, who else would have these memories except her?
And who has the ability to make her fall into a dream of memories?
(End of this chapter)