Mentally retarded children have a lot of fun, and the days pass by Ye Zhenzhen's sometimes serious and sometimes sandy painting style.
Because she was careful enough, after the scab on her hand fell off, only a faint red mark was left. After a while, even the mark disappeared without a trace.
After an autumn rain and a cold, the weather gradually became colder. Ye Zhenzhen got a lot of dividends and asked Wang Qi to get a lot of high-quality leathers and made several cloaks, which could at least withstand the velvet and keep out the cold.
The first snow of winter came silently.
Everything is silent and the sky and the earth are covered in silver.
Thick white snow was piled on the eaves, stone steps, and tree branches. Her boots creaked on the snow. Aunt Guilan was worried that there was too much snow, so she took a broom and started sweeping and brushing before dawn.
The sound of brushing and sweeping has also become a harmonious melody in the morning.
Ye Zhenzhen felt cold in the middle of the night and rolled directly into Brother Zhen's arms to keep warm. She almost clung to him, so whenever he moved, Ye Zhenzhen woke up.
"Did I wake you up? It's still early, go back to sleep."
Cui Weizhen's voice was low and hoarse like someone just waking up from sleep. Ye Zhenzhen's ears tingled when she heard it. She reluctantly rubbed against him and listened to the rustling sound outside. It turned out that it was snowing. No wonder it was so cold.
"It's too cold today, please sleep a little longer."
Cui Weizhen is a very self-controlled person. Even if he is Xiu Mu, he gets up on time at five o'clock. After washing, he goes to the front yard to box and practice. When he comes back, he has breakfast and then goes to the study to read and recite poems and books, without interruption.
Today was different, but he was held tightly by Ye Zhenzhen and could not move at all. After lying on the bed for a quarter of an hour, he had reached his limit.
"Be good, stop making trouble and let go."
Ye Zhenzhen slowly let go of her hands and feet. As soon as the hot stove left, the bed immediately became cold. She struggled for a long time, but finally couldn't sleep anymore, so she also got up.
There was snow falling outside, and Ye Zhenzhen was a little curious. She wondered if the snowflakes in ancient times were whiter and crystal clear than those in modern times. As soon as she opened a crack in the window, the biting cold wind came in, making her shiver all over and tremble.
Sneezed.
Suddenly her body felt warm, but Cui Weizhen took a cloak and put it on her body, scolding her with a cold face, "I opened the window before I put on my clothes. What should I do if I get cold?"
Ye Zhenzhen knew that she was in the wrong, so she lowered her head and obeyed the instructions obediently. Cui Weizhen looked at her eyes rolling around, feeling angry and helpless, "What are you doing standing there, do you still want me to help you dress?"
How dare you, little one!
Ye Zhenzhen immediately went to dress and freshen up, put on a warm cloak, gritted her teeth, and under Brother Zhen's eager gaze, opened the window and looked out again.
The snowy weather is always dark and gloomy, and the goose-feather snow falls from the sky in patches, covering the ground with white snow. The unpolluted snowflakes are indeed more crystal clear than those in later generations, which makes Ye Zhenzhen very surprised to see them.
Looking around the bare yard, she felt a rare moment of elegance and said, "It's a pity that there are no plum trees. The red plum trees reflect the snow, which is beautiful."
Cui Weizhen's eyebrows moved slightly, "There is a plum forest in Yunya Mountain, and it has bloomed a few days ago."
Ye Zhenzhen turned around happily, "Brother Zhen, do you want to take me to enjoy plum blossoms?"
"When did I say that?"
Cui Weizhen arranged his clothes slowly, brushing away every wrinkle. His handsome face was calm and restrained, and he was extremely serious. "I have homework today, so I don't have time to play around with you."
"Brother Zhen, just take me to play."
Ye Zhenzhen hugged his arm and begged softly, looking at him eagerly with her round black eyes, "Studying requires a balance between work and rest. If you work behind closed doors, you can't write a good poem even after reading all the poems. It just so happens that there is a beautiful scenery.
If you take me to see it, maybe you will have a flash of inspiration and write a good poem that will be famous throughout the ages."
Cui Weizhen looked at her inscrutably, "You know quite a lot."
Ye Zhenzhen was proud and said modestly, "It's just mediocre, far less powerful than you."
This flattery can be said to be sincere, and I would never have praised him so much in the past.
Cui Weizhen smiled, with a certain narrowness in his eyes, "You said you should write a poem, so I will accompany you to appreciate the plum blossoms. You will have to write a poem when you come back."
Ye Zhenzhen was dumbfounded. Nine years of compulsory education taught her to recite poems, but not to compose them!
"I've never learned to compose poetry, I don't know how! I can still write travel notes."
She has been writing travel notes since she was in the third grade of elementary school, and she is no longer afraid of it.
Cui Weizhen pretended to think for a while, and finally nodded in Ye Zhenzhen's expectant eyes, "Okay."
"Brother Zhen, you are so kind. I like you the most."
Ye Zhenzhen was always so complimentary every time she agreed to a request. Cui Weizhen pretended to be reserved with a straight face, but the slightly raised corners of his lips betrayed his good mood.
Of course, he did not forget to ridicule someone's poor language expression, "You only know this sentence over and over again, you have no culture."
Ye Zhenzhen was in such a high mood that she didn't mind Brother Zhen's awkward and arrogant criticism at all. She hummed a song and started to change her clothes for going out, dress up, and was very busy.
When Cui Weizhen came back from training in the front yard and saw the brand new Ye Zhenzhen, his eyes dimmed.
After half a year of cultivation, Ye Zhenzhen was definitely not Wu Xia Ameng. Unknowingly, she transformed from a small and pretty village girl into a dewy and fresh beauty.
She was wearing a silver-red cross-cut long skirt, which reflected the delicate white porcelain and radiant skin she exposed. On the girl's charming curvature, there were sexy and beautiful shoulder bones, and her neck was long and straight, as elegant and calm as a swan.
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The girl's facial features were already outstanding. The dark yellow and rough skin previously obscured her brilliance. Now, the youthfulness and roughness of the past have completely faded away. Her skin is as tender, smooth and white as a peeled egg.
Apply a light layer of Luoxia paste to make your face look more beautiful and beautiful.
Her hair is thick and thick, black and shiny, and she wears her hair in a bun with small hair. Her black hair is divided into strands and tied at the top. The scattered hair naturally hangs down in front, pouring down like a waterfall of silk and satin.
, flowing with healthy and bright luster in the morning light.
The most outstanding thing is undoubtedly her eyes.
Her pretty almond-shaped eyes and bright black eyes are inlaid with embarrassment and spirit. They are shining with hope, lively and lively. The moment she saw Cui Weizhen, they suddenly lit up like a torch in the dark night.
She came forward excitedly, and the two small balls of hair hanging on her temples also swayed. She turned around with a smile, raised her head to look at him, "Brother Zhen, these are my new clothes, they are beautiful.
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Cui Weizhen just discovered today that she actually has dimples when she smiles.
His hand was itchy, and he wanted to poke it, but it was too flirtatious and frivolous, so he finally took hold of the small white ball hanging on her temples, rubbed it gently, and whispered, "It looks good."
He couldn't tell whether he was praising the clothes or the person, but it was enough to win Ye Zhenzhen's cheerful smile.