MTL - The General’s Little Peasant Wife-Chapter 2 Interrupt the thoughts

She worked **** him, and he took the initiative to let go of her hand.

When the eyes are slightly closed, when I open it again, there is no fluctuation in the inside. Instead, it is calm, just like the one that has just collapsed, not her.

Ning Mengyao walked into the yard, found a box from the retro bed in the room, and took out a green jade from the inside. There was a common word on the transparent jade.

Looking at the piece of jade, Ning Mengyao's mouth was self-deprecating, put Yu Pei back into the box, closed the box and locked it with the key.

In the cabinet where the box was placed, there was another box. When I looked at the box, Ning Mengyao reached out and took the box and opened it. Inside was a large stack of paper. When I glanced at it, I closed the box.

With that small box, Ning Mengyao went to Qianzhuang, and when he came out, the box in his hand was gone.

Looking up at the bustling street and letting go of some things, Ning Mengyao found her heart a lot easier.

I bought some food on the street and went back to make a meal for myself. After the day gradually darkened, Ning Mengyao took the tung oil that I bought. On the house, the house was covered with tung oil. After the night, Ning Mengyao took the torch and lit the place where she lived for six years.

Looking at the small courtyard, a little bit of being eaten by the flame, a little bit of gray, Ning Mengyao turned and left, and her body has only a small burden, no other.

The next day, when Ling Luo came to Ningmeng Yao’s home with his own confidant, he saw a pile of wreckage burnt into ruins.

Looking at the house that was burned to ashes, Ling Luo’s eyes flashed a horror: "This... what happened."

The man around Ling Luo turned around around the house and didn't return to Lingluo for a while: "The young master poured tung oil around the house." So the house will be burned like this.

The body took a step back uncontrollably, and she actually left in this way, and it was as cruel as ever.

"Young Master, you..."

"I am fine with Ming, why can't she understand me." Ling Luo muttered to himself.

Ming Fang sees Ling Luo like this, I don't know how to comfort, appease: "Miss Shao Ning, her character, you know very well?"

The young master was incomprehensible to a village five years ago. He didn't understand it at first, but gradually he understood that Miss Ning didn't look like that. At least the temperament of the body was not seen in any village girl. .

Ling Luo’s hand is slightly stiff, yeah, he knows best that she is not, isn’t it? If she really wants to be a wife, she would rather give up, and now she has done it, and in such a cruel way she has broken the love between them.

A remote mountain village a thousand miles away from the capital, I don’t know when there is a fine wooden house at the foot of the mountain. Surrounded by a fence surrounded by vine flowers, there are some high-leaf vegetable seedlings in the vegetable field in front of the house.

The door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a young girl came out from the inside. The girl wore a light pink embroidered dress, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, and a long hair with a waist and a waist, but with a jasper scorpion Bun, the rest of the hair, casually scattered behind him, and this person is suddenly disappeared in the capital of Ning Mengyao.

A month and a half ago, Ning Mengyao came to this ordinary small mountain village and bought a wooden house under the foot of the mountain to buy a beautiful landscape.

It has been a month and a half since I came to this place. Her heart has gradually calmed down. Every day, she has done things she has longed for, planting vegetables, embroidering embroidery, or going to the village to turn around. Every day is dull but full.

Put the basket in the hand to the corner, carry the small wooden barrel at the door to the side of the creek not far from the house, and put a bucket of water to pour some water on the vegetable seedlings. After finishing this, I will go back to the kitchen to start the day. life.

After the meal, Ning Mengyao took out a embroidered frame from the house, and there was a pair of embroidered items on the shelf, and the screen was rusted halfway.

Sitting in the yard rusted for a little while, a voice came from the door, it was a girl's voice.