Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Amu is by song qiuer's side. Even though he is following song qiuer and Chen Lu, Amu can't understand where his mind is.

At the moment, Chen Lu, looking at ah mu, takes care of herself without saying a word. When he takes care of himself, it's because the life is too boring. Ah mu, looking at the folk gadget, feels very funny. He points it out to song qiuer from time to time, and sometimes he pretends to be funny. Song qiuer laughs.

At the moment, song qiuer took out the silver and bought a rabbit lamp. The rabbit was holding a paper Hu on the wire.

The iron wire was bent into the shape of a rabbit by the folk craftsman. He used some white paper and put it on the wire. At the joint, he took the rice paste and stuck it. If he got close to it, there was a sweet smell of glutinous rice.

Later, I heard that the sticky rice paste was made by the old man himself. The thick porridge made of glutinous rice was boiled over and over again. At the end of the cooking, it looked thick without the original appearance of glutinous rice, which made it cool naturally before it could be pasted on paper.

Looking at the lantern, song qiuer also sighed that only in ancient times could anyone be willing to spend so much thought and energy to do a meticulous job.

Thinking of this, song qiuer can't help admiring the ancients. Sometimes, compared with the ancients, the intelligence of the modern people is even better. However, the ancients are not bad. Compared with some people, they are willing to spend much more energy on it.

Between the rabbit lamp body with white paper paste live, the two small eyes, is to take the ground good cinnabar, dip in water, holding a brush to both sides a little, can really make it vivid.

Song qiuer just looked at the lantern on the light. He thought it was very good-looking. He couldn't help looking left and right. He looked at the lantern and praised it.

"It's so beautiful, uncle. You're so skillful." Song qiuer said with a smile to the uncle who was still making a piggy lantern.

At this moment, uncle saw someone praising his lantern, naturally raised his head and saw song qiuer standing in front of him.

Song qiuer has a coarse linen dress, and there are no valuable ornaments on his head. The only decoration is a mu. Today, I don't know when the hairpin was made. Today, a mu gave it to her.

Song qiuer wanted to shirk and thought it was not appropriate to do it like this, but amu insisted that song qiuer take it and let song qiuer take a look at Chen Lu and bao'er.

Chen Lu and song bao'er are two little girls with silver ornaments on their heads. Chen Lu is more gorgeous than song bao'er. She also has two or three gold hairpins on her head as ornaments. It's really golden to go out.

Song qiuer looks at Chen Lu's dress and says something. With all due respect, she really doesn't think Chen Lu's dress is so good-looking. The wine doesn't mention anything else. It's her jewelry. Song qiuer is very worried about whether Chen Lu will sprain his neck when he walks or turns his head with so much on his head.

Song qiuer has a lot of doubts in his heart. Besides, he really doesn't think that Chen Lu is really good-looking with so many accessories.

I've been to the market so many times, but I don't know if there will be thieves? Chen Lu and song bao'er are so gorgeous that they are telling those people that I have money. Come and rob me.

Isn't that what it means? Song qiuer thinks that she doesn't want to be like Chen Lu and song bao'er. She just thinks that it's good for her to go out like this.

In the mirror, song bao'er has a head of green silk, which is cleverly draped in the back of his head. He shuttles through it with his fingers, which will not make people feel unsmooth at all. On the contrary, it's just like the best cloth, which makes people feel like they can't put it down.

But, this a mu just is not willing, own treasure, how can be compared by others?

This sentence, a mu did not tell song qiuer, so song qiuer is not particularly clear.

Only know this mu, looking at his promise to go to the market above, in front of a bright, even more drag and pull himself to the front of the mirror, let himself sit.

He picked up the comb and began to comb song qiuer's hair.

Song qiuer's hair is very good, dark and transparent.

Song qiuer was pressed on the chair by a mu and couldn't move, but he thought about it. Suddenly, he was pressed on his shoulders by a mu and sat down.

At the moment, song qiuer turns his lips and looks at a mu. He seems to have no idea what he is doing.

"Ah mu, what are you doing?" Song qiuer's soft voice, recalling in the air, just listen carefully, there is a bit of coquetry in the words.

As soon as this sentence came out, he suddenly listened to ah Mu and thought that he was also slightly stunned. He thought that he was also wrong about the charm of song qiuer.

At the moment, ah Mu was laughing in his heart, thinking that if one day, the little man in front of him, if he wanted the world, would he snatch it from her without blinking an eye, send it to her hand, and play with her carefully.

A mu looks at Song qiuer. With her, song qiuer stares at himself in the mirror. A mu stares at Song qiuer's eyes in the mirror and says, "comb your hair."

Originally, the bronze mirror, long do not know how much dust accumulated, how much weathered history, only let people feel, full of the sense of vicissitudes.

What's more, the most needed skill of the mirror is to reflect the human figure? However, this bronze mirror is not good-looking in light. I have never seen how useful it is.

It's hard to see people's shadow clearly from the bronze mirror. But later, song qiuer had been playing with it for several days, and the clarity was much better. Although it must not be as good-looking and exquisite as those of today, it is much better than those of ancient bronze mirrors.

At the moment, song qiuer naturally noticed that amu was close to the edge of his face, leaning against his cheek, staring at the man with him. All of a sudden, he didn't know what the situation was. He thought that the scene was too embarrassing, and two rosy clouds appeared on his face.

At the moment, song qiuer, looking at amu, also began to become uncomfortable. He wanted to turn his head and no longer look at amu's direction. However, he just turned his head and was broken back by amu very gently.

Song qiuer at the moment, but in the heart of some gas drum, looking at that a mu, the eyes are full of some complain.

"Why don't you let me turn around?" Song qiuer's heart is full of complaints, and there are many grievances.

If you ask me to sit down, I'll sit down. If you want to comb my hair, I'll let you do it. Now you're OK. You won't even let me move.