Chapter 1258

"Wei Wei has already returned to Beijing, and my mother is not that kind of talkative person. Don't worry, she won't say anything Lu Tingchen touched her head and comforted her.

The ninth day of junior high school didn't like him touching his head so intimately, as if they really had something.

"I still want to explain." She insisted.

Lu Tingchen had no idea. After thinking about it, he said, "I'll take you there." Then she naturally took her hand and went out.

"You don't want to touch me," he said

Lu Tingchen had no choice but to let go of her hand and look at her helplessly.

They went out of the tent one by one.

The ninth day of junior high school saw his long hair hanging on his chest. Then he remembered that his hair was still scattered. He trotted forward and grabbed Lu Tingchen's arm. "Return the hairpin to me."

When Lu Tingchen saw her long hair, he remembered something. He took out her hairpin from his arms and handed it back to her.

The ninth day of junior high school also noticed that his right arm was injured and there was still blood on his sleeve.

She pauses, reaches for it, turns her back and pulls her long hair up neatly.

Looking at the woman arranging her hair, Lu Tingchen suddenly said, "what's the origin of your hairpin?"

The ninth day of junior high school stopped, but soon he continued to take care of his hair.

Lu Tingchen thought she didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask again.

However, although the hairpin was made of wood, the pattern on it was very complicated and exquisite, which was enough to show that the person who carved the hairpin used a lot of thought.

He thought.

At this time, the ninth day of junior high school tied her hair, turned around and looked at the man's face. She raised her hand and touched the hairpin. She could not help explaining: "this is the wooden hairpin that my father made for me."

Lu Tingchen was a little surprised.

He had guessed that this hairpin must have a profound significance for junior high school, but he did not expect that it was her father who made it for her.

"Your father must love you very much." Finally, he whispered.

The ninth day of junior high school is a little gloomy. Don't open your face gently and don't speak any more.

"The word" Ruo Xue "is also carved on the wooden hairpin. Is that your original name?" Lu Tingchen asked suddenly.

The ninth day of junior high school clenched his finger, released it a moment later, and nodded gently, "well."

"Then you..."

"My name is LAN." The ninth day of junior high school, knowing what he wanted to ask, interrupted him.

Lu Tingchen looked at the top of her hair, probably did not expect that she would be so straightforward to tell himself, reaction, his eyebrows across Yue color, "Lan Ruo Xue?"

Hearing the name, the ninth day of junior high school was in a trance.

Back to God, she slightly astringed her eyes and lowered her head. She didn't want Lu Tingchen to see her fragile appearance at this time.

In fact, she did not expect that she should have told him her original name so easily.

She clearly hates him.

But when he read her name, she even heard a trace of lingering flavor, which made her can't help but think of the childhood years that she was buried in the memory.

"You are called the ninth day of the new year, because your birthday is on the ninth day of the new year?" Lu Tingchen then asked. He knew that the names of the dark guards around the emperor were chosen according to the date of their birth.

Like the first day of junior high school, his birthday is on the first day of a certain month, so is the seventh day of junior high school.

On the ninth day of the lunar new year, I looked at the sunset and nodded after a long time.

"What month is it?"

The ninth day of junior high school stopped and looked at him. "You talk a lot today."

Lu Tingchen hooked his lips and said with a good temper, "you talk less, I can only talk more. One of us is enough."

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