Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Two of them made tea, one drank tea, and the tea scented, floating in a quiet quiet room. If outsiders were nearby, the situation would certainly be warm and picturesque.

"Zimei, where have you been this decade? I'm waiting!"

Song Xuan Qisheng, the last sentence "I'm ready to wait", with some feelings of sorrow in the deep, listening to people's hearts.

Yang Zimei lowered the tea cup, looked up at him, and found that his brows were affectionate, and the bottom of his eyes had deep meaning.

Her heart froze--

He did not follow the life trajectory of marriage and children that he saw in the last life, is it because of himself?

No way?

When he met him, his face was only five years old, and he was already 28 years old then. How could that be?

If it's impossible, then that's what happened.

"Master Song, I'm sorry. Something happened. I was injured in the bones. I have been healing for ten years, and now I'm completely recovered." Yang Zimei said slightly guiltily.

When I heard she said she was hurt, Song Xuan's heart tightened, as if someone suddenly reached out and squeezed her hands, looking at her with pity, she felt so painful that she was so young that she wanted to reach out I dared into my arms but didn't dare.

He is now 38 years old, and she is only 15 years old.

In the past ten years, he has refused many love affairs, and even refused a good relationship arranged by his parents, even though the other party is gentle and kind.

He knew well that he had been waiting for a small figure to appear.

Now she appeared, but he was old.

I am born but not born, and I am old.

Thinking of this poem, his heart was permeated with desolation and helplessness.

I don't want to be her beloved, I just want to be able to look at her at will.

Thinking of this, his heart was suddenly bright, his smile was more gentle, exuding the unique charm of mature men, making Yang Zimei, who had a heart of an older female youth, frowned, but thought of another one in his mind. Junmei Wushuang has a lone wolf-like young face.

Ten years.

The teenager named Long Zhutian has also grown to twenty-five years old, I don't know how good it is now!

When she was fascinated, Song Xuan looked at her aside, watching her two long and slightly warped eyelashes like the wings of a butterfly, fanning gently, fanning into his heart, letting his heart strings tremble. Trembling is trembling.

Yang Zimei looked back and found the strangeness of Song Xuan. Her ears were slightly red. She hurriedly took out the coin she had bought and handed it to him, "Master Song, help me identify whether this has a history." "

Song Xuan picked up the coin, carefully looked at it, got up and poured a glass of solution, and wiped the ink that was originally coated on the coin with a cotton swab, and gradually exposed two round coins on the silver coin. A splendid, yet beautiful, but plain, simple and elegant Qianli's inscription is "Yi Dao", while the sword body has the words "Ping Wuqian".

"Beauty gave me the wrong gold knife, why report it? Ying Qiongyao." Song Xuan read the poem suddenly, and he heard the poem sound better than Qin Kaiwen, with deep and continuous affection.

However, she did not understand why he read the poem to a coin.

However, after this coin was wiped clean by him, the shape was unique, ancient and stable, and revealed a beautiful and elegant atmosphere. However, she wondered why a coin is not engraved with other treasures like other coins. .

What exactly does this knife mean five thousand?

She felt once again that she was superficial and extremely inadequate.

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