Under the bridge in front of the gate, a group of ducks swam by.

Behind the mother duck were seven fluffy little yellow ducks, tumbling and playing in the stream.

There is a woman washing clothes by the stream.

The woman was wearing a dark blue dress, with a plump and graceful figure, like a waterfall of black hair held up by a wooden hairpin. She had a gentle smile on her exquisite face, and her whole body became more gentle as she looked up.

But the occasional smart light in the eyebrows also inadvertently revealed a touch of coercion and coldness.

Next to her, a girl carved in pink and jade was sitting on a dry stone slab, digging out the sand and mud, and piecing together clay figures here and there.

There are three clay figurines in total. The girl, who is only about one year old, seems to be patting randomly, but she is well-made.

The girl held up a small clay figurine, slurring her words, and her little face looked a little anxious, as if she wanted her mother to come over and take a look at her masterpiece:

"Mother... dear..."

The woman wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, looked sideways at the girl, smiled gently, soaked the clothes again, put them into the tub, and murmured lovingly:

"Xiao Nianxia, ​​be good."

Ever since I was little Nianxia, ​​I started learning to speak, and I have become more and more interested in everything in this world. I want to learn everything and want to talk about everything.

And Xiao Nianxia is also extremely smart. She only taught her a few times and Xiao Nianxia was able to learn it, but it was always a little vague.

But she is already very satisfied.

She came to a place where she was isolated from the rest of the world, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, where she could not be bothered by anything, and could watch her little Nianxia grow up with peace of mind.

But every time in the dead of night, she always thought of the past years, those turmoils, joys, sorrows and joys.

"Daddy..." The girl hugged another little clay figurine with a soft and cute voice.

Dugu Mingyue, who was already a mother, couldn't help but chuckle, her nose was slightly sour. She dried her hands on her apron and gently rubbed Xiao Nian Xia Xiu's soft hair.

She never taught Xiao Nianxia to call him daddy. She just often mentioned the man who made her wonder and vague, familiar but strange.

She always said: Xiao Nian Xia, Xiao Nian Xia, my baby, you have to grow up quickly.

She also always said: Xiao Nian Xia, Xiao Nian Xia, my baby, please grow up slowly.

She always murmured to herself occasionally, it would be great if your father was still alive.

She was always tossing and turning at night.

She accepted the truth, accepted Xuanyuan Jing and Zhao Wujiang, and accepted herself, but she could never accept the fact that Zhao Wujiang was dead.

Looking at her mother with red eyes, Xiao Nianxia's watery eyes widened and she kept moving her hands, anxious to comfort her mother, but Xiao Nianxia had not grown up yet and could not say many words.

Someone interrupted.

"The last little clay figurine, is it your aunt or me?"

Far away in the stream, a bamboo raft floated up, and on the bamboo raft stood a graceful girl in a green shirt.

The girl's originally hanging hair was now pulled up high and combed into a high ponytail. The ponytail swayed in the wind, but her figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with the bamboo sword on her back.

The girl was elegant and refined, with a charming smile. She tapped the bamboo raft with her toes, stepped on the water, and reached the bank of the stream in the blink of an eye.

"sister."

The girl handed out a hare with a smile on her face and raised her eyebrows at Xiao Nianxia.

When Xiao Nianxia saw the hare in the girl's hand, Yaya's waving little hands turned into applause. The hare was the cutest and most delicious.

Dugu Mingyue wiped the corners of her eyes, picked up the wooden basin and stood up with a gentle smile:

"How was your sword practice today?"

The girl is Qing'er, Dugu Mingyue's personal maid in the harem, and also Dugu Mingyue's clan sister.

"Sister? Are you crying?" Qing'er noticed Dugu Mingyue's reddish eyes and asked with concern.

Dugu Mingyue wiped the corners of his eyes and smiled:

"While doing laundry, soap locust got into my eyes."

"Oh." Qing'er nodded and shook the fainted Tutu without thinking too much. She was still as innocent and pure as before, but now she had an extra sharp edge.
Chapter completed!