Chapter 92: Under the sea otter tree, the child, know, the mountain stone

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The man's facial features are deep and deep, like the night, only standing there quietly, the shadows of several pieces of jellyfish leaves are slanting on his face, and some are obscured by some, and the black color is dotted with black silk. The robes have hidden corners.
Ming Lan’s upper body was in a tendency to turn back, but the two legs were firmly there. Finally, he blessed his body and smiled bitterly:
Please ask the two tables, Shu Er, is the second table uncle?

Gu Tingqi walked slowly with his hands and his back, and his eyes were dark and unfathomable. He looked at Minglan slightly, and he didn’t know what he was thinking. The air was quiet and uncomfortable. Minglan looked down and only felt the beaded petals. Shaking in detail.
After a while, Gu Tingyu said shortly: "My father has passed away for a year."
Minglan reacted agilely and said: "The second table is a sorrowful change."
Gu Tingyu resisted twitching his mouth, hesitated, and said: "Miss Yu Jiada... Is it good to marry?"
Ming Lan suddenly looked up, only to see his look and anger, apologize in apologetic, Ming Lan couldn't figure it out, Gu Tingyi saw Ming Lan with a confused face, and his mouth was picking, and said: "I have always respected Yuge old, out... like that. Things, not what I want."
Ming Lan vaguely understands a bit. Gu Tingzhen is not doing this well. He is the only one who is waiting for his own here. The old man is a fair and honest, and the two granddaughters are planted in Gujia. One is far away from Yunnan, one is not. Half a year later, although it was caused by the greed of the great man, the 'culprit' may be somewhat apologetic.
Ming Lan thought about it, and said: "Yunnan Road is far away. In the past year, I have only received three letters from my sister Yu Da. She is very married, her in-laws are amiable, her husband is warm and gentle, although the people in Yunnan are not open, but the sky The high water is long and the scenery is beautiful. Yu sister has been very good."
She also said in a letter to the stunned, Gu Tingqi left home and left, his wife was sick, and he hurried back, only to catch up with the funeral, the funeral had just been done, his father also went, the accident occurred The rhythm was very tight. After that, I didn’t hear about Gu Tingxi’s news in Beijing.
Occasionally, the wind came, saying that he 'fallen', mixed with some of the next nine streams on the rivers and lakes, eating and drinking gambling, more indulgence, seems to have made some famous; but this 'achievement' in the eyes of bureaucrats Not on the table.
Gu Tingyu heard the words, seemingly relieved, slightly straight up the tall and well-balanced body, warmly said: "If she has any difficulties, please inform me; Gu is not talented, when the help."
Ming Lan tried to hold back the eyes and screamed indiscriminately, but when he looked at Gu Tingzhuo's eyes, he was slightly surprised. Then look at the top of the sun, is it from the west?
Gu Tingwei’s demeanor was generous, and he did not care about Minglan’s stunned expression. He smiled and said,
You’re called Minglan, and you have a kiss with Qi.
Minglan nodded hard, no matter what she thought, her expression was sincere. .
Gu Tingjun also modestly said: "The first two reviews are more offensive, please don't be surprised, Man... are all unknown."
Ming Lan couldn't help but look up at the sun. What happened? She had seen Gu Tingyu twice before, once he came to the teacher to ask for sin, once he was watching jokes, and finally Ming Lan was fleeing; Ming Lan clearly remembered the sharpness of his sharp front, sneer, words With a wound, I can't say three sentences. Minglan wants to take a mouthful.
But now... Minglan peeks at his handsome side, the thick black horns with a bit of wind and frost, the white scorpion of Houmen’s son is dyed pale brown by the rivers and lakes, and there is a vicissitude between the eyebrows. Not comfortable; but looking at his expression, his words are sincere and his words are arrogant, and it seems to suddenly become a 'gentleman'.
Gu Tingzhuo was silent for a moment, Shen Sheng said: "If you have a hard time, you can also tell me that you can help one or two."
A young who is raised in the deep, has a father and a brother, a small family, can there be any difficulties? However, I heard that he is outside the river, is it that the future of Minglan husband derailed, ask him to find someone to pounce on a sack? With Ningyuan Houfu now storming, he dares to be so embarrassed, very good, has a character! Ming Lanhehe laughed a few times and did not answer.
About the mind of Minglan, Gu Tingwei smiled slightly and said: "Liang Xiao's kid is a real person, but some people are self-respecting. The family in Qifu has many things, but the county guardian is short, Qi Heng Wenwen Kindness, it is not bad to protect them."
Ming Lan sucked a cold breath, widened his eyes and stuttered: "You-"
Gu Tingyu walked to Minglan and looked down from the top to the girl. He said: "The children's family, or listen to your old lady, don't make your own claims."
After that, the man went away and took a bunch of sea lychee leaves swaying and dancing; Ming Lanton stayed there for a long time, feeling the cold sweat on his head: Did he open a private detective on the rivers and lakes?
This kind of encounter, Minglan can still be calm and continue to feast, Molan wants to wear a lady, pouting a small mouthful of wine, but also from time to time with the left and right women to talk, such as Lan and Wen Hao no one pay attention, actually spelled out A pot of daughter red, and finally Wang's face was iron-colored and looked at the cheeks of the cheeks. The daughter of the red cheeks got on the carriage. Molan said with irony: "She had a carbon-burning temper, and it was installed for a noon, and finally leaked. When the prodigal son turned back."
It is rare for Ming Lan to agree with Molan. As a court worker, she is a loyal skeptic of the theory of 'the prodigal son's return.' For this reason, she is often criticized by the judge's old lady, and she lacks the enthusiasm of the party members who punish the former and cure the disease. It is no wonder that the old can not be judged. advanced.
Anyway, there will be no relationship, Ming Lan simply let go.
There is no old lady in the days around, Minglan days are very boring. Before she wrote two words, she took the treasure in front of her grandmother, embroidered two petals and leaves the room to go to the mother. Now... oh, no, the child has been dressed for a long time. She really has no self-control? Need to encourage supervision to continue learning?
So, when she was idle, she often went to the house of Hai’s house to play with her little scorpion. A little bit of big things, the tender little arms of the tender and sturdy little arms were tied in the sleeves, and they waved hard. The whole brother has a good temper, loves to laugh, does not cry, and is a little funny, and the little mouth with a toothless giggling does not stop, and the eyes of the smile are invisible.
Wang’s singer Amitabha, the grandson is not like a son, her fragrance is not white, Hai’s son has everything, and she smiles all day, her face is ruddy, and she’s slightly cleaned up after the month. It is also beautiful.
"How does he always spit bubbles?" Ming Lan poked the Nth bubble on the baby's mouth with a jade-like index finger.
Hai said with a smile: "Children are like this, sometimes they spit milk."
Ming Lan held a soft sly, and suddenly thought: "Is the big brother holding the whole brother?"
Hai's cover smirked: "He, he took two strokes, just like Zhang Fei holding a pen; called the wife saw it, and laughed a few words, he just said what he said, 'Holding the sun, not holding the child' Saints training."
Ming Lan gently swayed and looked at the baby inside, the red mouth was red, the little face was soft, and the eyes closed and fell asleep, Minglan was smashed, and the baby was counted. Long eyelashes.
"Girl, give it to me, my brother sleeps, don't be tired of you." The rich-eyed, fat-headed nurse laughed, and Minglan knew the endurance of his arm and carefully handed over the child.
There was a lot of bad weather in the house, so it was a bit stuffy. Hai was lying on the soft couch of the rattan. He stretched out and walked over Ming Lan, sitting next to him, holding the white gongs and gently slamming Minglan. He smiled and said: Our whole brother is very blessed, there are three aunts, one is more intimate than one."
The bamboo curtains outside were gently opened, and the fruit that the sheep had sipped in the well water came in and placed it on the small case in front of the soft couch. Minglan saw the white porcelain in the clam-tailed dish with bright colors and a few different heads. Silver sign, the fragrance of water, is very good looking.
"Grandma, girl, and taste it." The sheep packed their hands and feet, and then quit with respect.
Ming Lanmu sent the sheep out and looked around and looked at Hai’s words and said: "She... don't go out?"
Hai's inserted an apple and stuffed it into Minglan's mouth. All of them laughed at themselves: "We are such a family. It is not good for you to have a big brother around you. No one is saying that the Haijia daughter is good and good. Someone is on the banquet, I want to send you a big brother, but fortunately, there is a woman, and your big brother refuses to go."
Ming Lan drums cheeks and chews, vaguely said: "The most annoying people who send sputum! Send some sorrows, gold and silver jewels, Zhuang shop, which can not express the same feelings, partial 妾? It’s boring! It’s not a good official!

Hai smiled lightly and smiled at Minglan. He shook his head and said, "Hugh's nonsense." Seeing Minglan's honey-colored Liuhe wishful wrinkles, he reached out and flattened her. The Shantou people are honest and understand the rules, so stay."
Ming Lan swallowed the apple and squinted at the gentle color of Hai. I thought: The most important thing is that the sheep are long and flat, and people are not very dexterous. Changbai can’t go once a month, basically no threat. Otherwise, why did she first send the rat and pig after the door?
"Hey, my nephew asks you something." Hai thought of something and took the small hand of Minglan. "The last time you made the sachet to the whole brother, what was inside? The taste was clean and fragrant. Hanging on the body and avoiding insects."
Minglan recalled, licking his fingers: "Osmanthus dried, sweet-scented osmanthus oil, sun-dried wormwood..." She couldn’t recite it, it was the herbal formula of He Hongwen, wrote a list for her, no for children. Harmful, good smell.
Hai did not really want to know the secret recipe, he said directly: "Do one more for the donkey. My cousin came to see me last time. I like it very much. My sister is empty and I will be three or four."
Ming Lan straightened his neck and looked at him: "Three or four? You should be a kind of cabbage, you can collect dozens of trees! I haven’t made it for the big sister, but the small things like this." It’s not difficult, but it’s not easy to do well.

Hai's anger, the pointed index finger pointed Minglan's head, smiled and said: "Bad Nizi, who got the good tea and delicious, is not for you to steal a lot, eat people's mouth softly heard? If you eat me, you have to work for me!"
Ming Lan stunned for a long time, and vented his way: "Your son, your debts are also fast, and you are still more than the money."
Hai’s fan smirked and seemed very proud. He continued to ask:
I still have to go back to the flower. It’s a small scorpion crawling on the back of the big knower, standing next to a small stone. It’s funny.

Minglan's eyes are weird: "Do you all like it?"
Hai's nodded: "Yes, it's quite fresh, it's not the same as the ordinary, and the color is good."
"What color head?" Minglan confused.
"You are a stupid girl, ‘smart'!
Hais went to poke Minglan’s head.
Ming Lan suddenly realized that this was the case. She thought that the potential audience of Director Li was all over the ages.