Mother's Chosen Master

Where did something go wrong? When Nangong Tingting began to trace the source, he discovered the problem.

At the beginning, the master mentioned that her mother went back first because of an urgent matter at home.Someone in a chaotic state of mind, listened to it, but couldn't understand it, and after recovering, everything returned to normal and forgot.

I always feel that I have forgotten something, so I feel restless.

People who are usually noisy, when they are quiet, they have a different kind of attractiveness in every gesture, and she seems to have grown a little bit longer.

"I, got ink on my face?"

With a frown raised, he had to wipe it with his hands.

"No."

Nangong Tingting lowered her head to write again, the corners of her mouth curled up, then she must have been peeking at me just now, secretly delighted.

It's not that she has become obsessed with practicing kung fu recently, so she came to her to practice calligraphy in her spare time, and she stayed for most of the day.

"Aunt Lian was tortured to the point of madness by me. Let her be free for a day. I also want to rest. My head has been tense all the time. What else can I expect to realize?"

As if hearing the doubts in Jingtong's heart, Nangong Tingting began to talk to himself, and it was inevitable that he had to talk about interesting and boring things during the martial arts training.

"By the way." Stop writing, and look at Jingtong seriously, "Did my mother say what happened at home?"

"In recent years, why didn't she urge me to go back? I still remember that last year, she was urging me so hard. It's a bit strange!"

"You want to go home?"

"Well, my eyelids are always twitching, and my heart is flustered. I don't know what's wrong with me?"

Facing Jingtong, Nangong Tingting truthfully expressed her feelings.

"It's nothing serious." I couldn't help but still asked.

Being stared at by Nangong Tingting a little bit, leaning in front of her, Jingtong snatched her pen and turned the direction of the rice paper, "Your mother wrote me a letter, and the letter didn't say much, I only know that your grandfather and your second uncle Something unpleasant happened. This time it's a little serious, and she has to deal with it!"

"Also, considering your health, let's stay in Mo Yunxuan to celebrate the New Year this year."

"Ah, that's right." Nangong Ting looked at Jingtong's writing in silence for a while, and said, "It must be because of those old sesame seeds and rotten millet. I think they are naive! What else is there to argue about?" of it?" The tone of hatred.

"But, is there really anything else?"

"If you are worried, go back."

"I think my mother can figure it out, or I'll find time to go home and have a look after a while. It's the Chinese New Year, shall we set off fireworks together this year?"

If you don't have to go home, you can watch the New Year with her, Nangong Tingting is already looking forward to it.

Hui Feng retracted the pen, and when she raised her head, she met someone's soft gaze. She said, "Your handwriting is really good."

All the scenes of writing calligraphy together with her in this room emerged uncontrollably. In fact, Jingtong hid every small change in her heart deeply. Watching a person grow up, Jingtong felt very moved and was able to participate in the Every important point in her life.

The handwriting has improved by leaps and bounds, but it still can't be compared, so it's easy to see whether it's superior or inferior. Putting down the paper, Nangong Tingting sighed a little.

A certain person asks herself that she has really worked hard enough, but there are some gaps, it still depends on time, and there is no rush.

"It's still too late, you have to wait for me!"

"it is good."

A few days later, Nangong Ting brought back a carload of New Year's goods from the market, and all the little girls in Mo Yunxuan were called to sweep the snow, hang up lanterns, and post blessings. The festival must have a festive atmosphere.

Jingtong was also pulled out of the room by Nangong Tingting, and now the usually mysterious Lord Xuanzhu is having trouble with a group of little guys. The young man said frankly, they all gathered around you and praised her blessings. It was beautiful, saying that Mo Yunxuan must have good luck this year.Everyone's mouths seemed to have been smeared with honey, probably because they were often influenced by someone.

Hearing a lot of auspicious words, Jingtong is looking forward to the new year.

Looking past the surrounding people, a certain guy stood under the tree with his head held high and his hips akimbo, commanding in a "fiendish" manner, even if he dared to be as fierce as someone younger than her.

Looking from a side from a distance, her majestic demeanor is like a big rooster bristling with anger, crowing non-stop, look!There is also a bunch of hair sticking up.Jingtong couldn't control the corner of her mouth, and it bent into a small arc. She found that someone really looked like many small animals.

"Oh, it's crooked again, no, no, the position was almost the same just now, so you should move a little to the right."

"That's right, that's right, don't move, just hang up!"

"Come down and be careful."

After hanging up the lantern, Nangong Tingting ran to Jingtong's side, "What's the matter, have you finished writing?" She stroked her loose hair, she was in a hurry to go out early in the morning, her hair was not tied up, and she hurried back all the way, It's like this ghost.

"Why, you can't finish writing, you want to blame me?" Jing Tong smiled.

"How dare you, my master, you can't finish writing, so I'll write for you." He made a gesture to take the pen, but unexpectedly, the man held his hand.

Yo?Dare to make a move in public?

A certain person immediately walked away to watch the children, and clasped them back with both hands.

Why is her expression so rich? Jing Tong broke free from her left hand, and met someone's puzzled gaze, "Come here, and help you re-tie your hair."

"If your hair is messed up like this, can't you tie it up again?"

"It hurts, it hurts, oh... Take it easy... Don't... It's okay."

"Tie it tight so it won't fall off."

"Oh." Why did she feel that she was going to be bald? Nangong Yunting felt aggrieved, and dared not to resist.

The children covered their mouths and laughed when they watched their interaction...

The days passed quickly, because they had made enough preparations, everyone was very excited on New Year's Eve, Aunt Lian was also persuaded by Nangong Tingting, and finally she was not alone in the cabin during the Chinese New Year this year.

The fat woman just gave her two jars of hot sauce, saying that it was enough for her to eat for more than half a year.

Nangong Tingting is not afraid of being exposed, it will happen sooner or later, and it is a good thing.

In the middle of the night, fireworks are everywhere, dazzling, Nangong Tingting secretly puts on Jingtong's shoulder in the crowd.

Yu Zhu had nowhere to escape, and was blocked by Qiu Mo on the stone wall. It was useless to say anything, so she kissed her, and it was interesting to think about how long she would hide after kissing her this time.

At this moment, everyone was happy and happy, but the happiness did not last long. Everything came to an abrupt end when Nangong Tingting received a letter from Feiyan from his family on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

She even rejected the idea of ​​Jingtong accompanying her.

She didn't pack anything, and boarded the boat that day, and the boat slowly left the river bank. She turned her head, tried to squeeze out a smile, and nodded to Jingtong on the bank.

There was a sudden chill on her face, when she touched it with her fingers, it was full of tears. Jing Tong was full of worries, and her heart followed someone.

Nangong Yunting was still calm, but he couldn't hold back when he saw the white cloth hanging outside the villa.

He bit his lip, pinched his arms, and maintained a standing posture.

"Miss, you are back."

"Where is the man... where is the man?"

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The original target of 100 chapters and 30 words should not be too far behind, and now it is finally coming to an end.

For the time being, I don’t have any ideas for the episode. Xiao Yan and the master are already very sweet, and it is only a matter of Jingtong admitting his feelings for him. Maybe he will write about An Yu, and many things will appear more complete.

The new article has ideas, but if the plot is the main focus, whether it will be the same as "Yan Qiao", I am still hesitating, fearing that it will be difficult to persist if it is too cold.

When I like coding, Immersed in that world, I can get peace of mind, but the expectation of the text after coding is often tormented, so I need to practice more.

Also, I accidentally came across an article written from the perspective of a criminal recently. I haven’t read the full text so I can’t comment too much. I just read some intense replies from the author, and my mood fluctuated.Empathy is really not something that everyone will have. A truly kind person will never hurt others in the past, present, and future, to such an extent!As a human being, universal and correct values ​​should still be kept in mind, and then if possible, stick to what you love.I'm getting older, and I've read a lot about it. I hope everyone is happy.