Didn’t Know General Was Female

In the early morning, Rong Jiahui sat by the window and stared at the sheep's fat white jade that was sent back a few days ago. The best silver building in Beijing is still very secure. The pattern is entangled in white jade, so beautiful, as if it should be this appearance.

It’s so beautiful.

Before the clock was separated from her, she didn’t know how many people knew it. Later, she was deliberately pressed down. In the end, she still did not pass it to her mother’s ears, lest they would raise some bad ideas when they arrived. I feel that my son and my daughter are a bit too close.

A boy resolutely jumped into the water to help another girl to lick his roots. The average person knows how to think seriously, even if she knows the nature of the bell, and knows this estimate. It is simply the nature of the clock to leave the network, even if it is estimated that it will be done for a person to leave the network, after all, they only know how long it takes, more than a month, not to mention, she is also a figure that is still open and somewhat round. Little girl, only she will always think that she is beautiful and there is no underground.

She turned the scorpion in her hand, through the warm and lustrous jade, as if I had seen the beautiful face of Zhong Liluo.

Oh, what is she thinking about it! It’s ridiculous to catch her soul when she got a hairpin. She squeezed her smothered face hard until she squeezed out the red mark. She told herself that she is only twelve now. Years and a half, not twenty-four years old, I think so much all day, it’s not harmful!

However, she looked at the hairpin and thought it sweetly. This is what the family personally fished from her. I want her to be in the last life. Because of the fact that they have known their loved ones since childhood, they are doomed. Most of the young sons will not run to provoke her, but she is a few cousins ​​who are both full-faced and talented, and the matchmakers are breaking through the threshold. Therefore, no one is so diligent about her at all, otherwise it will not be made now, but a silly boy has made a worry for her, she began to calm down, but it is really no death!

Besides, she is a girl's family, what is the matter, she is thinking about her face, after all, this year, the girl's life is not three heads, a certain woman, a certain person Wife, the mother of someone...

But this is also humble. When I think of this, her heart, inexplicably, is a little cold. She doesn't like it. However, she can't do anything. She shook her head and put the jade back in the jewelry. Sighing, I am now more troubled here.

Time flies like water, and in a blink of an eye, it ushers in the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15. The family is sitting in the yard and eating moon cakes for the moon.

Rong Jiaze stared at him for the poems of the moon, and the other people's enthusiasm. One person ate his head and ate the moon cake. Suddenly, he ate a very delicious meal. After biting two, he took it to his sister. "Sister, this sweet, this is the best, you try."

Rong Jiahui looked at the traces of the silky water on the mooncake that lacked the small half. He couldn't help but slap his head again. "Bad boy, which one is wrong?"

Seeing one's own diligence did not give the right place, Rong Jiaze's flat mouth holding the moon cake, silently followed up.

Yu Shi looked at his son's appearance, and smirked at the side.

However, she looked at her daughter's hair on the strange gold, could not help but ask: "Jia Hui, where is your golden jade scorpion? I remember that there is no such thing in your jewelry."

When I heard the question from Yu, the eyes of Zhong Lilu couldn’t help but cast it.

Rong Jiahui touched her own hair and looked at her away from the clock. She smiled and explained: "It was a jade, but it was a pity that it broke down a month ago. It can only be repaired like this."

It is said that Yu is also a native of Nahan. Is this still a petty prostitute in her family?

Frugality is good, but she still has a heavy heart to say to Rong Jiahui: "You silly boy, if you break it, don't do it. This jade is good, but it is not so rare. Now we have not yet at home. To the point where you need to be so frugal, if you are known, it will be a joke."

Rong Jiahui just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing her daughter did not listen to it, Yu sighed, she looked at the well-behaved bells who were talking to her husband, and looked at her son who was still eating moon cakes. She couldn’t help thinking. How can the two children in their homes be so disobedient, and obedient bells, hey, the so-called adopted son, is just a good name, so sensible children, not their own family, but unfortunately, my daughter has already made a name for himself. I want to come here to blame some old confusion in my home.

Thinking of this, Yu Shi couldn't help but glance at Rong Han, who was talking to the "dry son" and talked about it. He just said something, and where did he offend her?

For the Mid-Autumn Festival, for all the students, it means that they don’t have to go to school for three days. On weekdays, Rong’s family studies are all in a row, only three days a month, but it’s really not enough.

However, the clock is separated from the people, even if it is a holiday, I prefer to read some messy books in the study room. Unlike Rong Jiaze, I can’t see people all day long. At the beginning, Rong Jiahui was a little embarrassed to come to her. After knowing it for a long time, it was swaying all day long.

On the last day of the three-day pastime, in the early morning, Rong Jiahui ran to find the clock, and the door of the study was not closed. The morning sun dragged the shadow of the threshold long, and Rong Jiahui told the people. After the snoring, the foot was gently moved in.

She walked lightly to the clock and left behind, and it was still a little more beautiful than her handwriting. It was really a reiki.

"Hey, is this your homework? You said that you don't write those things like the body, the body, the body, and so on. Why do you always write a little flower?" She screamed.

The bell that had never been aware of her existence was frightened by a big jump, the hand shook, the pen slammed, and the paper suddenly had an ink-colored scratch, saying that a mouse can break a pot of soup. This will be a piece of paper with a big line on the word that is beautiful and beautiful. It is also ruined.

Rong Jiahui drummed the drums to help the child, knowing that Zhong Liluo can be regarded as a white one, so that her little woman is also a person who can bend and stretch. She lowered her head and apologized: "I am sorry, I have done something wrong."

It’s a pity that the clock is separated from the hustle and bustle. She has written for a long time.

However, as soon as she saw the little girl’s face on the round chubby face, she suddenly lost her face.

She took the scrapped paper and smashed it into a ball and threw it aside. "In the past, I have always practiced the body, but I have a little bit of sorrow, I like it more."

Seeing her skip this question, as always, she does not blame herself. Rong Jiahui spit out the tongue and said: "That, I also like the beauty of the flowers, but you are not afraid to be jokes by others?"

Zhong Lilu just smiled and didn't speak.

The joke, she thinks that there is natural, but in the face of absolute force, I can only swallow in my stomach.

She laid a piece of paper and took a piece of paper. When she was writing, Rong Jiahui patted her shoulder and finally pretended to say her own feelings: "Brother, since everyone is writing 簪 flowers If you are a small friend, if you have enough friends, if you want to punish me for copying the book, you will help me copy it together."

This is nothing, the clock will nod and nod. "Yes."

Her voice just fell, and Rong Jiahui, who had seen her promise, reached out to touch her bookshelf and copied a book.

She turned over and pointed to one of the articles and smiled happily: "Mr. said, fifty times, no words are scribbled, and I will show it to her tomorrow. I have just copied it two times, two times."

As she spoke, she also crossed the numbers with her hands.

Such a long article, fifty times, is still not allowed to slash, the clock is a glimpse of the sorrow, this legendary gentle gentleman, but it is more than the old-fashioned sorrowful in the ethnology, at this time, She looked at the smiles of Rong Jiahui in front of her eyes. She also understood that this person was specially running to dig holes to let her jump.

A gentleman said, a quick whip, Rong Jiahui carefully held a smile, and personally moved a stool to sit next to the clock, the desk of Zhong Liluo is very large, sitting on two or three people is more than enough.

She took out the pen and paper. Just after writing a word, she saw that Zhong Lilu was still looking at her and didn't move. She licked her with her elbow.

Seeing the clock and returning to the gods, Rong Jiahui raised his face and said, "Come away from my brother, you promised me, come and come, hurry, start!"

After the bell left the network with a sigh of relief, she lifted the pen and really helped her copy it.

The two of them have been copying from the rising sun to the sun, and finally they have copied enough forty-eight copies. Together with the two previous copies of Rong Jiahui, they are complete.

Rong Jiahui licked his sour eyes, and after thanking Zhong Liluo again and again, he happily ran with the results of the labor of two people.

To be precise, it should be the result of a day of separation from the clock. Rong Jiahui only copied four copies. If he didn't look at the way of Zhong Liluo's hard work, he was not too lazy. She estimated that it was another day.

Seeing that she was so smeared for a while, she had to drink a glass of water to take a break. After copying for a while, she was hungry and had to eat some cakes and treat her own appearance. Fifty copies were estimated to be copied for a month or two.

After the clock was shaken, the acid and painful hands, with a pair of sights, some of the eyes were confused, looking at the back of Rong Jiahui, could not help but laugh.

After a tired day, she didn't want to eat dinner. She went back to the room and fell down on the bed. However, how did she always feel that she had forgotten something?

It’s all illusions. In short, let’s sleep first.

On the following day, the only woman who did not write her homework, carrying two wooden barrels filled with water, stood at the door for a whole day.