The young master came in and stood in the ruins, still so handsome and handsome. He turned into a Du Ruo with his backhand. The petals were trembling, delicate and cute. He inserted the Du Ruo in my ear, and a light fragrance lingered in front of my nose.
"The first time I saw you, Du Ruo was so pretty and trembling in your ears, you looked peaceful and peaceful."
"But where is the peace now?"
"I didn't use magic on the three thatched houses. I always felt that the magic on the nest I lived in was not very sincere. It rained a little bit the year before last and it leaked a little. I kept saying that I wanted to repair it again. There are two puddles of eggplants in the vegetable field next to the house. I haven't had time to pick them yet."
There was no big emotional ups and downs in her voice, and I couldn't say how sad I was. I just felt like I had been home for so many years. Even though there were only three thatched houses, they still sheltered me from the wind and rain. The Zhou Ji at the foot of the mountain had three generations of owners. I often secretly felt lucky that although it was a shabby house, it had stayed with me for a long time. It was indeed a joke to others. In just a few years, my home no longer existed, and I did not even have the blessing of being continued by descendants like Zhou Ji.
Young Master Jin's expression was gloomy, with pity in his eyes. He straightened Du Ruo by my ear, then held my hand and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter, Joy, don't be afraid."