Chapter 2

She was trying to match him, but he took the initiative to let go of her hand.

Close your eyes slightly, and when you open them again, there is no wave in it. Instead, it's calm, as if it's broken, it's not her.

Ningmengyao went into the yard, found a box from the retro bed in the room, and took out a green jade plate. There was a word on the transparent jade plate.

Looking at the jade pendant, Ning Mengyao sneered at herself, put it back in the box, closed the box and locked it with the key.

In the cabinet where the box is placed, there is another box. After a look at the box, Ning Mengyao reaches for it and opens it. Inside is a large stack of paper. After a look, she closes the box.

With that small box, Ning Mengyao went to the bank. When he came out again, the box in his hand was gone.

Looking up at the bustling street, after putting down some things, Ning Mengyao found her heart relaxed a lot.

I bought some vegetables on the street and went back to make a meal for myself. When it was getting dark, Ning Mengyao took the tung oil he bought and poured it all around the house. At night, Ning Mengyao took the torch and lit the place where she had lived for six years.

Watching the yard being nibbled by the fire and turned to ashes, Ning Mengyao turned around and left, but there was only a small burden on her, nothing else.

The next day, when Lingluo came to ningmengyao's home with his sweetheart, he saw a pile of burned debris.

Looking at the burned house, Lingluo's eyes flashed a trace of panic: "this What's going on? "

Lingluo side of the man in the house around a circle, not a long time back to Lingluo side: "young master this house around the water tung oil." That's why the house was burned like this.

She took a step back uncontrollably. It's as cruel as ever that she left in this way.

"Young master, you..."

"Ming Fang, I'm ok. Why can't she understand me?" Ling Luo murmured to herself.

Seeing Lingluo's appearance, Mingfang did not know how to comfort and appease: "you are very clear about young master Ning's character, aren't you?"

The young master was inexplicably kind to a village maid five years ago. He didn't understand it at first, but gradually he understood that Miss Ning was not what she looked like. At least he didn't see her in any village maid.

Ling Luo's hand is slightly stiff. He knows her best, doesn't he? If really let her do flat wife, she would rather give up, but now she did, cut off the love between them in such a cruel way.

In a remote mountain village thousands of miles away from the capital, at the foot of the mountain there is an exquisite wooden house, surrounded by a fence surrounded by vines and flowers. In front of the house, there are some vegetable seedlings with high thumbs.

The door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a young girl came out of it. The girl put on a light pink embroidered dress. She had a bamboo basket in her hand. Her long hair was waist length. She just tied a bun with a jade hairpin at will. The rest of her hair was scattered behind her. This was Ning Mengyao who disappeared suddenly in the capital.

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

It has been a month and a half since she came to this place, her heart gradually calmed down, and she is doing the things she once yearned for every day, planting vegetables, embroidering and embroidering, or going to the village to transfer, everyday is plain but full.

Put the basket in the corner of the wall, carry the wooden bucket at the door to the brook not far away from the house, beat a bucket of water to water the seedlings of the vegetable field, and then go back to the kitchen to start a day's life.

After dinner, Ning Mengyao took out an embroidery frame from the room, on which was a pair of embroideries, on which was a half rusted screen.

After sitting in the yard rusted for a while, a voice came from the door. It was a girl's voice.