Chapter 53

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two people make tea and one drink tea. The fragrance of tea is curling and floating in the elegant quiet room. If there are outsiders around, they will feel that the situation is warm and picturesque.

"Zimei, where have you been in the past ten years? I can wait! "

Song Xuanqi's last sentence, "I'm ready to wait", is deep with some lingering sadness, which makes people feel soft.

Yang Zimei put down his tea cup and looked up at him. He found that his eyebrows were affectionate and his eyes were deep.

Her heart is awe inspiring --

is it because he did not follow the life path of marriage and having children that he had seen in the world?

Can't you?

When I met him, his face was only five years old, and he was already 28 years old. How could it be?

If it's impossible, it's just like that.

"Master song, I'm sorry, something happened. My muscles and bones have been injured. I've been recuperating for ten years. Now I'm getting better." Yang Zimei shows a slightly guilty way.

Hearing her say that she was hurt, song Xuan's heart tightened, as if someone suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched her hard. He could not help but look at her with pity. His heart ached that she was suffering so much at her young age. He wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms, but he did not dare.

He is now a 38 year old uncle, and she is only 15 years old.

In the past ten years, he refused many love affairs, even refused a good marriage arranged for him by his parents, although the other party was gentle, virtuous, beautiful and generous.

He knew clearly that he had been waiting for a small figure to appear.

Now, she shows up, and he's old.

I am not born to you, but you are old.

Thinking of this poem, his heart is filled with a desolate and helpless.

Don't ask to be her lover, just look at her at will.

At the thought of this, his heart was suddenly open and his smile was more gentle and moist. He exuded the unique charm of a mature man. Yang Zimei, who had always had an older young woman's heart, was in a trance for a moment, but he remembered another beautiful young face like a lone wolf in his mind.

Ten years.

The boy named dragon day by day has also grown to 25 years old. I don't know how it is now!

When she was in a trance, song Xuan looked at her and saw her two long, curly eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttering gently into his heart, making his heartstrings tremble.

Yang Zimei came back to her senses and found that song Xuan was strange. Her ears were slightly red. She quickly took out the knife coin she had found and handed it to him, "master song, please help me identify whether this has its origin."

Song Xuan took the coin, looked at it carefully, got up and poured out a cup of solution. Then he wiped the ink on the coin with a cotton swab. On the silver coin, there were two bright and beautiful but deep and simple characters named "one Dao" in Jinzhuan script. On the blade, there were three words "Ping 5000".

"Beauty gave me the wrong knife. How can I repay it? Yingqiongyao. " Song Xuan suddenly began to read poems. His voice was better than that of Qin Kaiwen, with profound and continuous feelings.

However, she did not understand why he read the poem to a coin.

However, after being wiped clean by him, this coin has a unique charm, ancient and steady style, and reveals a beautiful and elegant atmosphere. However, she does not understand why a coin is not engraved with Tongbao like other coins.

What is the meaning of "five thousand per knife"?

Once again, she felt that her insight was shallow and her knowledge was extremely insufficient.

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