Seeing Jia Huan's slightly sighed, Guo Yue's heart would smile.I said it was old, so I understand!Stones, all of you!

His dance, singing, appearance, and temperament are all first-class characters he has never seen in his life!Jia Seng is young, in a high position, with a loving heart, is normal.

Guo Wei took the initiative to say, “My second brother travels to the west of Onion Ridge all the year round, and I listen to him.”Before the Spring Festival this year, he will return to Dunhuang with the carpentry team.Perhaps he will have news of the stone there."

He nodded softly, "Good."

Jia Huan asked Guo Long for the news of Shi Yuhua, which is a very close performance for the Guo family.This gesture is made, and there is not much to say about participating in the division of "trophies".At the dinner, I didn’t mention it.

About two o'clock in the afternoon, the dinner party ended.The Guo family arranged for the two Jia Huan three people to rest for a little while, and then return to Dunhuang City after drinking.

The light rain did not disappear, the house was covered, bathed in the light rain, simple and quiet.Inside the house is beautifully decorated.It is better than the Beijing Middle World, but there is also a unique place, with the local style of Dunhuang.

Jia Huan, led by a delicate maid, crossed the courtyard, the flower hall, and went to a small room.

The delicate maid secretly looked at Jia Huan a few eyes, indeed as young as the legend, but the appearance is plain, but not worthy of Miss Sun.The little girl thought to herself, blessed, to say goodbye.

Jia Huan did not pay attention, looking at the small room.This is a flower hall, turned over the yarn cupboard, inside is the bedroom.Place the bed, table and chair.At the window is a desk, on both sides of the bookcase, and a picture of Shen Zhou's landscape on the wall.Pretty elegant.

Jia Huan nodded satisfied, preparing to rest, came footsteps behind him, and a girl wearing a pale blue robe walked in.She had in her hand a delicate silver platter with a tea set in the official kiln.

This woman's appearance is pure and beautiful, walking, onion embroidery shoes do not show, body of Jinna.What a beautiful girl!

The girl saluted and bowed her head, “The lady has seen Mr. Jia!”Then the half-day of the cowardly speech.A melon son's face holding the cramped cramped cramped, two throngs of red red halo, making her gorgeous and unspeakable.

Funny, he doesn’t know what’s going on.The chorus: “Okay.The beauty of your family, I have received.Go back to it!”

She’s the name of the mother-in-law, of course, he’s heard of.Guo's granddaughter.The daughter of his eldest son.On that day, Hu Shangjie Li wanted to make this woman a concubines.Its beautiful name is well known!Some good people call it the first beautiful woman.Seen generally.

Guo Yi's mother stood up, relaxed in her heart, and then stood up and thanked him: "Mr. Xie Jia!"

Before coming in, she thought a lot, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.In the legend, this Jia Sen, the style is affectionate.She asked herself a little bit of color.

This is the first time she and Jia Huan have met, and to say that she hates Jia Huan, and certainly not.However, she was very resistant to sending her out in this way at home.The marriage she fancied: there should be a handsome man, riding a horse, crossing the Dunhuang, making her happy, and then marrying in the scenery.

Jia Huan smiled, waved his hand, and said gently: “You are not welcome.”You go.Outside Mr. Guo, I'll say I'll understand."

The beautiful woman in front of him is still a little more favorable.

He has a wife and a lot of feelings.However, it will never be self-loving to think that the woman in the world will love him when he sees him.Crying and crying with him.The beauty of a man is not the evil of an adult.He didn’t want to be such a bad person.

She smiled, “Shea Jia explored the flowers!”A tall nose, full of big spiritual eyes, very three-dimensional, when laughing, there is a hazy, cold sense of surname.A 16-year-old girl is so excited.

As she was leaving, the sound of happy money outside sounded in the corridor, "Three Master, Third Master, Family Book."

As soon as he heard it, he couldn’t take care of Guo’s mother, and ran out, “Bring it.”Where is it?Hurry up and bring it.”

A little rain in the garden.Full of yellow trees.In the corridor, Qian Huo held a thick stack of letters in his hand, wrapped in oil paper.“Master, here.”

Jia Huan took it, in the living room, opened the letter, and read it.

“Hui Jun, the re-enlightenment.The storm is clear, the time is clear.The book is autumn, and the concubines are healing and thinking again.The mountain is far away and the dream is difficult.Western regions, ask peace?At the end of summer and early autumn, I took my sisters to swim on the shore of the lake, smelled the king's words, and sang the fishing boat, as in yesterday.Think of the old Chinese language, reciting the concubine poem, and sobbing...”

"Sister..." Jia Huan whispered softly, his eyes red, and his heart seemed to be blocked.Thoughts, in the heart, in the picture of memories, floating. How could he forget her smile, her abuse, her quietness, her beauty.

When he left Jinling, he comforted Bao's sister and said: "It is rare that the husband and wife are young."In the end, it is a cover for his pursuit.Wine wakes up and hates the empty screen, looking for a dream road, flying in the rain and falling in the flowers.

Jasper was in a mood and then removed the second letter.

“Huan Ge Huijun, the avenge bee.Gentleman is in service, not knowing the time.To the good?Chickens live in the twilight.On the day of the day, the sheep and the cows come down.Gentleman, don't think!...”

He read only this sentence and the tears fell.

This is a poem in the Qin wind.For the husband of a woman who writes to the memory of serving outside.It is appropriate to describe him at this time.Feeling the same.He could see Lin's sister holding a thin pen, sitting in the sandalwood chair in front of her favorite window, on the Xiangfei paperhead, Xu Xu, word by word to write this verse mood.

Thinking of this spring, in Jinling, and Lin sister get along with the scene: the wine is too scared to sleep, gambling books to pour tea.At the time, it was just normal.Now, I want to talk to Lin sister, look at her, can not.

Emotionally agitated, Jia Huan could no longer read the family letter, went to the desk in the middle of the room, and recorded the original words of Nalandide in his memory.The sand:

Who reads the cold side of the wind alone?Xiao Xiao Huangye closed the window.Contemplating the past.

The wine did not sleep in the spring, and the gambling book was poured with tea.At the time, it was just normal.

He recited it several times, and the thoughts of his heart did not decrease but increase, and did not solve it.Put the pen down and sigh: "Let's go."

Take the money and leave the Kwok family first.

He is not a person who likes emotional exposure, reading family books, naturally in his own home is the most appropriate.And right now, it’s hard to ban yourself!Besides, he wanted to write back to them.The Kwok family is not appropriate here.

...

As she was writing at her desk, Mrs. Guo watched.She was well educated since she was a child and could appreciate the beauty of the word.The work of the world!Such a poem, so simple, abandoned on the desk of her home.

And when Jia Huan put down his pen, he did not look at her, and left directly, she had some unspeakable emotions floating in her heart.

She thought her face was enough to get any man’s attention.The so-called "bumpy" is just a word of humility.

However, Jia Huan was very polite in refusing to make arrangements in her home, and was very kind.However, when she saw Jia Huan's reaction to see his family book, she knew that she was in the heart of this man with a big power in the world, afraid that she was really as light as Pu Liu.

She seems to have missed something.