At the beginning of the art test, I lead the national style and recommend it directly

Finally, stop in front of a street jewelry shop.

At a glance, I fell in love with a hairpin.

"The guest officer has good eyesight. This is the red bean hairpin, which is the style of Yangcheng."

The proprietress introduced enthusiastically.

The middle-aged man looked at the red beans on the hairpin and fell into childhood memories.

When he was young, he was playing with a red bean in the kitchen, his big eyes were full of curiosity.

Afterwards, he seemed to think of something, his face brightened, and he hurried out.

"Tong'er, where are you going? It's raining outside."

Mother was cooking dinner and said with concern.

The boy named Tong'er ran back again, picked up a red umbrella, and said with a smile, "Mother, I'm going to see Liu Niang."

Subsequently.

Tong'er ran out of the yard, almost bumping into a pedestrian in such a hurry.

I ran across the bluestone road in the alley, waded through a small ditch, stepped on a dirt road, and came to the back door of a small house.

"Liu Niang, Liu Niang."

Tong'er knocked on the copper ring and shouted childishly.

Not long after shouting, the door was half opened.

It was a little girl with dai's eyebrows, with a smile in her eyes: "Hey, little scholar, what are you doing here?"

"Uh……"

Tong'er's eyes dodged for a moment, not daring to look at Liu Niang.Holding the red bean in his hand, he hesitated nervously: "Here... I'll show you something good."

Only then did Liu Niang open the courtyard door, stretched out her hand naturally, closed her eyes and said, "What a wonderful thing, let me present it."

Seeing that Tong'er's face was wet by the raindrops, her pretentious aloofness suddenly broke, and she covered her mouth and smiled and said: "I'm dumbfounded, I'm all wet, come up quickly."

Then, he stretched out his hand to pull Tong'er into the eaves.

The screen turns.

The two sat on the edge of the door.

Liu Niang's eyes were full of curiosity, seeing Tong'er holding something in both hands, it looked very precious, and there was a little more expectation in her eyes.

But when he saw that it was a red bean, he couldn't believe it, so he came closer to identify it.

Afterwards, she looked at Tong'er who was nervous, and said angrily, "What kind of treasure do I think, isn't this red bean?"

She stood up, with her hands on her hips dissatisfied: "What's so strange!"

After speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

Tong'er became anxious, and explained: "This is not an ordinary red bean, this is the red bean in a poem. Have you never heard of... lovesickness?"

Liu Niang turned her head and looked at the boy provocatively: "Little Xiucai, can you recite it?"

The young man's competitive spirit was aroused, and he stood up dissatisfied: "Why not!"

Liu Niang smiled lightly: "Then you recite one for me, if you can't recite it, hit your palm!"

Tong'er scratched her buttocks: "Okay!"

Then he pretended to cough lightly, closed his eyes and recited: "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing..."

Tong Er suddenly felt embarrassed.

Turning around, he saw Liu Niang smiling.

He moved away nervously, with a little rosiness on his face.

"Hand out."

Liu Niang chuckled, making a gesture to hit her.

At this time.

Holding an umbrella, the mother shouted from a distance: "Tong'er, Tong'er, the meal is ready, come home quickly."

"Mother called me, goodbye."

Tong Er found a reason to escape, happily stuffed red beans to Liu Niang, took the red umbrella and ran away.

Liu Niang stood in front of the door, pouting and stomping her feet angrily.

Then, looking at the red bean in his hand, it seemed to represent something.

……

This time!

The barrage room is already boiling!

Countless people are talking about it!

"Is this a promise of love with red beans?"

"Two little guesses are really beautiful!"

"I feel like this is not a happy ending!"

"The painting style is really beautiful!"

"antique!"

"Is this painted by Hua Sha?!"

"The story is very interesting!"

"..."

suddenly!

A barrage appears!

It directly shocked everyone even more!

"Have you noticed that the poems in the short film are extremely accomplished!"

The voice just fell!

Countless people were shocked!

……

ps: Thank you [莯玗] for sending me the certification of the Great God, add one more. There are two more before 12 o'clock.

Thanks to [Zhao Yuxuan] for sending 2 inspiration capsules.

Chapter 227 Misfits are the deepest regrets of adults

When everyone saw the barrage, they retreated from the video one after another!

Read the poem again!

Then!

I was so shocked!

Blue Star's cultural atmosphere is extremely strong, and the horror in the poem can be seen at a glance!

The barrage is getting more and more crazy!

"This poem is really good!"

"It's a pity that Tong'er didn't read it all!"

"I'm so curious!"

"The most essential sentence must be the last sentence!"

"I think it will be the finishing touch!"

"Could it be related to the slogan of the video?"

"..."

In people's discussions.

Tong'er in the short film is already sitting in the school.

All the children recited the poem in unison.

But Tonger was slapped in the palm by her husband because she was lost in thoughts.

After school, Tong'er looked at the red and swollen palms with a depressed expression.

When he passed by the small courtyard of Liuniang's house in a daze, he was stopped by a delicate voice: "Little Xiucai, come here."

Seeing the frustrated Tong'er, Liu Niang asked with concern: "What's wrong? Was you scolded by Mr.?"

Afterwards, she comforted: "Don't be sad, I'll give you something nice, it's a return gift from yesterday."

Tong'er was taken aback, and looked at Liu Niang, only to see that the other party took out a bowl of red bean porridge from the place covered by the sleeve, which was steaming.

Tong'er was pleasantly surprised in an instant, and wanted to pick it up, but the porcelain bowl was boiling hot, and with her swollen palms, she almost couldn't hold it.

Seeing the young man's red and swollen palms, Liu Niang asked in surprise, "Mister, did you hit you?"

Tong'er immediately dodged her hand and quickly shook her head in denial.

Liu Niang sneered, her expression cold and arrogant: "Open your mouth."

Then he took a spoonful of red bean porridge thoughtfully and fed it to Tong'er.

Tong'er was very anxious, but she was so hot that she breathed out quickly.

Seeing this, Liu Niang covered her mouth and laughed.

There was a melodious flute sound in the background, and the drums were beating slightly.

Years in the blink of an eye.

The red bean sprouts produced red beans and fell to the ground.

The young Liu Niang has also grown into an adult, and she is very graceful.

It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River.

Liu Niang held a round fan, covering half of her face.

Old Nan followed beside her with a basket and an umbrella.

"Look, that's Liu Niang!"

As soon as Liu Niang went out, she attracted the attention of two young men.

Other people's discussion also made Liu Niang very displeased, and she gave each other a glare.

Liu Niang walked into the market, attracting many people's attention along the way.

Seeing the beautiful Liu Niang, the little girl was also hiding behind her father, and couldn't help sneaking a peek.

Seeing this, Liu Niang was also amused.

At this time.

She suddenly saw the opposite, Tong'er who had also grown into an adult.

Young and handsome, holding a book in one hand and holding a red umbrella.

The two looked at each other, only seeing each other.

But the old nanny tugged on Liuniang's sleeve and shook her head.

Liu Niang felt more helpless between her brows.

Tong'er just smiled, feeling bitter in her heart, but didn't say much.

The two passed by.

Tong'er couldn't help turning her head, but only saw Liu Niang's back, her eyes were full of disappointment.