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Tang Qing also moved slightly.

"When I was young, all the children in the village had this, and my parents made it for me. After the magistrate Tangtang happened, he wiped his tears while grinding a peach pit for himself, and then he wore it on his body like a baby."

Tang Qing was also taken aback, frowning.

"--what did you say?"

Grandma Tang repeated in amazement: "Tang Tang ground a peach pit for herself, and she never took it off her body after that."

"Little Tang... what's wrong?"

In an instant, Tang Qingyi's ears were almost buzzing.

Hearing pales and strips away detritus.

【Grandma said, this is what my mother did for me. 】

【Mom loves me very much. 】

The cohabitant whispered to her, with a warm and yearning expression.

The keepsake that has been stubbornly preserved for many years is actually the proof of being loved in fantasy.

The heart then warmed up.

The secret, invisible pain violently tugged at the nerves, grinding and scratching slowly.

Tang Qing also spent a long time finding his voice.

Her voice was astringent, like a small saw that had been rusted for years, tearing open her vocal cords bit by bit, with a fishy and sweet rusty smell: "Tangtang's parents..."

"They died before Tangtang could call Mom and Dad."

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On a summer night in the countryside, the insects murmured and the moonlight poured down like water, spreading out a piece of silver and white in the sky and the earth.

Tang Qing was also leaning halfway by the bed, holding an electronic paper book reader in his hand.She lowered her eyelashes, and the light enveloped her side face softly.

Dormant quietly.

It took Tang Tang a little time to drive all the poultry into the cages. When he entered the door, he saw such a heart-warming scene.

She unconsciously held her breath, for fear of being disturbed.

"Tang Tang." Who knows, Tang Qing also raised his eyes and looked over.

"Tang Qingyi..." Tang Tang obediently rubbed against the bed a little bit, restrainedly staying not far from Tang Qingyi, kneeling and looking at Tang Qingyi.

She asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Tang Qingyi's gaze moved down from the girl's fair face and landed on the girl's ankle.

The dark red peach pit was clinging to the white anklebone.

Tang Tang's feet had delicate arches, the toe bones were covered with thin flesh, and the nails were powdery.

Perhaps because of being stared at for a long time, Tang Tang curled up her toes shyly.

"Tang Qingyi?" Tang Tang called softly.

Tang Qing also put the reader on the bedside cabinet.

"Tang Qingyi, do you want to sleep? I'll turn on the light—" Tang Tang accidentally bit the tip of her tongue.

A burning, almost iron-like sensation gripped her ankle.

Tang Qing also clasped her ankle with one hand.

The slender fingers pressed on the white and tender skin, as if they could burn marks.

Tangtang swallowed the exclamation in her throat.

"This peach pit is well ground." Tang Qingyi fiddled with the peach pit with his fingertips, and the slight shock was transmitted by the connected red rope, and it rushed into the bone marrow like an electric current.

Tangtang supported the window back with her hand.

Tang Qingyi's eyes were focused and calm, even with a hint of inquiry.

Such an expression made Tang Tang feel ashamed for no reason, and her breathing became short of breath.

"Tang Tang, is this a gift from someone?" Tang Qingyi asked lightly.

Her eyes lingered on the girl's face, trying to capture all the changes in Tang Tang's expression.

The girl's eyesight has been completely soft.

She looked at Tang Qingyi shyly with those wet eyes.

"Yes...it's mother." Panic and sadness flashed in his eyes, and Tang Tang looked at Tang Qingyi begging for mercy.

"Mom... likes me..."

She murmured, already soaked in tears.

"Like me, so send me."

Tang Qing also looked at the girl's expression silently.

Her fingertips subconsciously rubbed against the delicate ankle bone, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, the girl bowed slightly and trembled.

After a long stalemate, Tang Qing also let go of the girl's ankle, and leaned closer to her.

While being overwhelmed by Tang Qingyi's breath, Tangtang's vision was also invaded and filled by the thick night.

Tang Qing also passed her and turned off the light.

"Good night." Tang Qingyi's lips were almost pressed against the side of her neck.

The ending sound fell very lightly, like a smooth down, kissing Tangtang's ear.

Tangtang's face was burning hot, and she didn't know whether to cover her ears or touch her ankle that seemed to be still burning.She retracted her knees in a panic, and moved the tips of her ears.

She tried to curl herself up into a small ball, but in the end she just bent her back into an unbearable arc, holding back and fearing for no reason.

And a deeper, longer, secret longing.

This is the fourth day of the same bed with Tang Qing.

She will still be secretly grateful that she can't sleep at night.

She is not enough.

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The green trees are thick and the days are long in summer.

The countryside seems to be naturally suitable to be associated with some quiet and comfortable images.

Lazy and lively.

Three or five radish heads squatted under a willow tree with sauce dishes and small shovels to play house.

Build a small stove with bricks, find foxtails, rub off the spikelets, put them in sauce dishes as vegetables, and take popsicle sticks as spatulas.Stir it back and forth, and finally add some water to enter the long stewing process.

Tang Tang and Tang Qing also watched the children's games from a distance, and walked deep into the path.

The cool moist water vapor and the fragrance of lotus leaves quickly diffused up.

"There are often lotus ponds in the transition zone between paddy fields, and these two days are the time for lotus pods to form."