good night warlord

"Aunt Xia is also in the village?"

"Well, just now she just asked me to clear the canal, so the old man is still carrying a hoe."

Uncle Xia scratched his head in embarrassment, the truth of the countryman made Gu Qingyi laugh and said:
"Then Uncle Xia, go quickly, the road here is so wide, Sui Sui and I can go for a casual stroll, you go and do your work first."

Uncle Xia nodded: "Then I'll go to Tongqu first. Miss Zhuangzi will go to the left later. Zhuangzi is there. Although he won't stay overnight, he must eat at Zhuangzi at noon. All vegetables are produced by Zhuangzi himself."

"Well, definitely."

After Uncle Xia left, Gu Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

The things before amnesia are really a bit of a burden.

Li Sui wisely didn't ask about his sweetheart's empathy, but took pictures from many angles:
"Miss Gu, the sunshine here is very good. I think no matter where the venue is set up, it will be beautiful."

Gu Qingyi nodded. When she saw the photos on her father's phone, she thought it was super beautiful here. When she thought about the wedding, the first picture that came to Gu Qingyi's mind was not the castle and the church, but this Purple flower sea:
"There is also a dining area and a rest area, which cannot be missed."

Li Sui was recording something while taking pictures, and asked:
"Does Ms. Gu have an estimate for how many guests there will be?"

Gu Qingyi calculated in her heart that the total number of friends and relatives on both sides would not exceed 100.

Thinking about it this way, would Wartime Yan be a little wronged?
He is the president of Tangtang HX Group.

This kind of private wedding romance is romantic, but it is not grand enough.

However, Gu Qingyi still said:

"It looks like 50 people."

Although it is possible for Dad to invite the bosses in the business field and send invitations to the company's executives to participate, the more people there are, the greater the risk of leaking the news.

In fact, the little girl still prefers a romantic wedding with only the blessings of relatives and friends. Once there are more people in the business world, maybe they will drag Yan Tao during the war to almost talk about business, and the taste will change instead.

She hopes that all the people who come to the wedding will come with their most sincere wishes.

The two watched while walking, planning the venue while exchanging some details. Faintly, Gu Qingyi heard Uncle Xia's voice:
"My wife, Missy seems to have changed."

"What are you talking nonsense, old man? I saw the eldest lady from a distance. Isn't she still as beautiful? I think she is more beautiful than before?"

Gu Qingyi didn't mean to eavesdrop on them, but there were flowers blocking them, so Uncle Xia and the others couldn't see them.

Uncle Xia said again:
"I'm not talking about the appearance, I'm talking about the temperament of the young lady. It's like a different person. The young lady treasured these photos before, but now the young lady specifically asked me to throw them away."

"If you want to burn, hurry up, don't talk so much, okay?"

Gu Qingyi did see some green smoke rising, it seems that after Uncle Xia got through the canal, he hurried back to finish what she had told her to deal with the old things, he was really serious and responsible.

"Missy's personality is also different than before. The lady who was so gentle before is nowhere to be seen now."

"You old man, how dare you say that Missy is not gentle?"

Hearing the voices talking about her, the little girl found that she was not angry at all, but could imagine the interaction between the two of them and felt cute.

Bad old man, she will call Zhan Shiyan that when she gets old.

Uncle Xia was probably afraid that his wife would get angry, so he put it in a more euphemistic way:
"No, it's not that she's not gentle, it's just that she's not as gentle as before.

In the past, it was the kind that could calm down just by looking at the young lady, but now the young lady..."

Uncle Xia stood up while talking, and immediately saw Gu Qingyi on the side of the flowers, his originally dark face turned red with tension, and his big rough hand scratched his head again::

"Miss, how long have you been here?"

Gu Qingyi smiled, expressing that she didn't mind:

"Not long, just for a while, what is Uncle Xia burning?"

Uncle Xia explained:
"It's some old things you mentioned, Miss. There is no garbage dump here, and the garbage truck only comes once a week, so I will burn some unnecessary things that can be burned and compost them, so as not to litter and pollute the environment."

Gu Qingyi nodded approvingly, although she was curious about whether there were any childhood sweethearts in the burned photos, she still held back:
"It's still Uncle Xia who is thoughtful, so please both of you."

"No trouble, no trouble. If the young lady didn't believe that we and my wife would not trust us to take care of such a large manor, since we have taken this job, we should naturally complete it with our heart."

Aunt Xia is a nimble woman

, greeted warmly:

"Miss must be thirsty, come and drink a cup of scented tea to quench your thirst."

Gu Qingyi hummed, and entered the courtyard with Sui Sui.

Zhuangzi is a two-story building, quite a bit of the attic style of the Jiangnan misty rain in Huizhou. The large French windows are hung with a layer of white gauze, blowing with the breeze.

A group of stone tables and benches in the yard are covered under a big tree, adding a bit of coolness.

The scented tea tasted sweet and fragrant, and Gu Qingyi couldn't help but finish it in one gulp.

Thinking of what Uncle Xia said just now that he has changed a lot, and seeing that he drank up the scented tea in such a disfigured way, Gu Qingyi asked Aunt Xia:

"Aunt Xia, what was I like before?"

Aunt Xia poured her another cup of scented tea, smiling honestly:

"Miss, don't listen to my bad old man talking nonsense, he is talking nonsense."

"Aunt Xia, it's okay. What did I do when I came to the village? I was ill and forgot many things."

Aunt Xia looked at her expression and really wanted to know, so she said:
"The eldest lady used to come to Zhuangzi with his wife. When the wife came to sketch, the eldest lady planted and picked flowers, made scented tea and flower cakes, and stayed for a week. The eldest lady taught the old lady to make these scented teas."

Gu Qingyi was very surprised, she never expected that she could make scented tea and even taught Aunt Xia.

"My mother?"

Aunt Xia nodded:
"Yes, you came back after your wife passed away. You were very depressed. My husband asked us to take good care of you. It was raining that day and it was autumn. I don't know why you ran out in the middle of the night.

As a result, when my old man found out the next day, you were already in a coma with a fever.

We hastily notified the husband and sent you to the hospital, and you never came again. "

"I ran out in the middle of the night? Where did I go?"

Gu Qingyi really lost all memory.

Aunt Xia seemed to recall the scene that day, and a trace of worry naturally appeared on her loyal face:

"Yeah, you ran under the tree with your and...his name engraved on it, and it rained all night."