Fragrance Returned

Ding Xiang's cotton-padded jacket was locked by Zhang, but Ding Zhao and Zhang's cotton-padded jacket were not locked.

Ding Xiang dragged Zhang's big cotton-padded jacket out, went to the south room, closed the window, and lay down on the small couch.

I feel hotter and hotter, dripping with sweat, and a rich aroma floats in the room. It was too hot, so she loosened her cotton-padded jacket.

I felt like my soul was out of body, and my eyes suddenly became enlightened.

Cheerful but not bright, and a bit hazy, as if covered with a layer of gauze.

If you look carefully, it seems like it is drizzling. The rain is not heavy, like smoke and fog.

The camera pulled down, and the tiles were divided into squares by streets extending in all directions.

Further down, there are row upon row of shops, all with black tiles and whitewashed walls, and a bluestone road underground.

The camera continued to advance, and Ding Lichun and two escorts were seen sitting in front of a stall eating noodles, with a giant oil-paper umbrella covering their heads.

Although Ding Lichun is tall, his facial features still have a childish look, and he says something with a bright smile.

The young man got his father's advice and paid great attention to getting along with others. Sweet-tongued, hard-working, and lovable, he talks but has a completely different mind than when he was a child.

Being stimulated by Jiaozipu, beaten by society, and knowing how to consider others, Ding Lichun grew up into a smooth and warm-hearted boy.

Half an hour later, Ding Lichun stood up, said a few words, and went out alone.

He went to a nearby toilet.

Ding Xiang hurriedly chanted silently, stop, stop, don't go, don't go, looked at the needle's eye...

But the camera, or rather the mind, followed him disobediently, but fortunately, what he saw was his back.

After peeing, Ding Lichun walked out of the toilet and saw a boy over two years old crying. The boy wore satin clothes and a gold collar.

Ding Lichun went up and asked what was going on, then picked up the child and left.

Ding Xiang guessed that 80% of the child was lost with his family, and Ding Lichun took the child to find his relatives.

There are certain dangers in helping such a young child. He was too unclear. If his relatives saw him, they might misunderstand that Ding Lichun was a philanderer, and even beat him.

He should explain the situation to the other two escorts, and the three of them should find the child's relatives together.

Ding Xiang was struggling when she saw Ding Lichun walking up to two street patrol officers and saying a few words to them. One of the officers ran away quickly.

What a smart brother. No one would compete with him for credit, and the children's relatives would not misunderstand him.

The eldest brother has grown up and doesn’t need to worry about himself anymore.

After waiting for a while, the child's relatives had not yet been found, but they saw two carriages and a dozen people on horseback passing in front of them.

The curtain of the canopy carriage in front opened, and a little girl's head came out of the window. Only most of the back of the head and a little of the face can be seen. Even through a layer of rain and fog, you can see that the little rabbit jade hairpin on the girl's bun is shining brightly, and her white and fat side face is as smooth as jade.

A woman's hand blocked the little head back again. The hand was white, tender and slender, and the kodan on the fingertips was bright and eye-catching.

Lilac wakes up automatically.

Through the previous few fragrant dreams, Ding Xiang made another discovery. This kind of dream can only last for two quarters of an hour at most. Once the time is up, it will wake up automatically even if no one wakes it up.

Ding Xiang sat up, her hand still shaking in front of her eyes.

Several words describing hands appeared in her mind, green and jade-fingered, pointy fingers, weak and boneless...

She shook her head, blinked her eyes, and then put away the jade hand.

Ding Xiang wiped her body with the wet handkerchief prepared in advance and opened the window a small crack.

Although she was very tired, she did not dare to lie down to sleep. Instead, she waited until the fragrance completely dissipated, then closed the small window and went to sleep.

Last summer, I had a sweet dream, which actually attracted a snake. Ding Xiang was still asleep and watched the snake crawl in through the window. She was so frightened that she ran to the north room screaming.

Fortunately, it was not a cobra. Ding Zhao killed the snake with an iron clamp.

Although she only saw one street scene in her dream, Lilac was certain that the capital city was very prosperous, even more prosperous than the street scene in the Qingming Riverside Scene in her previous life...

After Ding Xiang got up, she didn't have much energy and was leaning on the couch in a daze. Ding Zhen came with Daniu.

Ding Zhen would occasionally come to learn how to tie the knot with Zhang, but Zhang didn't have time, so she learned from Ding Xiang.

Ding Xiang had no choice but to cheer up and go out, taking her sister and brother to sit and talk under the eaves.

The older Ding Zhen is, the more beautiful she is. She looks very much like Ding Shuniang. She is fair and delicate, even her small round nose is so delicate and distinctive, and her small mouth is sweet. She is the most popular and beautiful girl in Beiquan Village besides Lilac.

The Dingshan family is living a good life now, and seeing how Ding Zhuang dotes on his granddaughter, he also feels that the daughter should be pampered, and maybe she will be matched with a good family in the future. So Ding Zhen was no longer asked to do menial work, and she hired part-time workers when her family was busy.

Ding Daniu is three and a half years old, dark and fat, with small eyes and round nose, a typical appearance of the Ding family.

Ding Daniu ran to play with Ding Li, while the two little girls played under the eaves.

Seeing Ding Zhen, Ding Xiang thought of Ding Pandi again. The little girl was dark, thin, and dressed in rags.

Ding Pandi is the only granddaughter of Dafang, the only daughter of Ding Youshou and Hao. But the family didn't treat her well. I don't know what they thought.

Dingxiang rarely saw Ding Pandi once, and occasionally she was still far away. Ever since Ding Zhuang beat Hao, Ding Pandi seemed to have been avoiding her.

Soon, Xia Sanfen also came to tie the knot with thread.

She asked gossiping, Uncle Ding Wu was really killed by Jiaozipu?

Ding Xiang shook her head, I don't know.

Ding Zhen glanced at Ding Lilai in the distance and whispered, My father said it would be better if Uncle Wu died and would not come to harm your family again.

Lilac nodded. Except Grandpa Ding Zhuang and Ding Lilai, they all thought so.

Then he asked, How is your new house built?

The third house bought a piece of land and planned to build a courtyard with tiled houses similar to the second house. The old courtyard is a medium-sized one in Beiquan Village, and someone has already bought it.

Ding Zhen smiled and narrowed her eyes, It will be completed in more than half a month. From now on, I will live in a room by myself. I have already agreed with my mother that I will buy a small vase like the one in Sister Xiang's house, and the decorations will be the same. I want to be like Sister Xiang. My mother agreed, haha...

Xia Sanfen said enviously, Your family is rich, so you can buy whatever you want. I have been telling my mother for a long time that I want to buy a tea cup like the one in Sister Xiang's house, but my mother has not agreed.

Nowadays, Ding Xiang has become the idol of little girls in Beiquan Village, and the little girls she wears are eager to imitate her.

At noon on the third day, Ding Zhuang and Ding Zhao came back, their expressions unclear.

Ding Li came and asked, Master, are my father and mother okay?

Ding Zhuang said, Nothing, those two skeletons are not theirs.

I didn’t say “skeletons” explicitly before, but I just say it now.

Ding Lilai jumped for joy.

Ding Zhao whispered to Mr. Zhang, Even if it wasn't them, dad still paid for the erecting of a monument on the tomb with the name Anonymous.

Seeing the two piles of bones, Ding Zhuang was even more convinced that Ding Chi and Tang were gone. If it wasn't Qihe Mountain, it would be somewhere else.

He wanted them to be treated well, just like he treated the two bones.

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