There will be no snow for the next few years.
Thirteenth year.
There was still no snow. Chen Yi saw Zhao Die'er for the first time in a snow-free year. In this year, Zhao Die'er was fourteen, and the girl next door had just grown up, standing tall and graceful, ready to bloom.
"Uncle Chen Shi."
Zhao Dieer said hello to Chen Yi very politely.
"Die'er? Long time no see."
Chen Yi, who was dancing with a sword, had a sword flower on his arm, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.
That smile.
Zhao Die'er's heartbeat quickened as her jade face was soft and tender, her head reddened with shame: Chen Yi had an immortal appearance and an unworldly temperament. It was hard not to be pregnant with the young cardamom girl who was in love for the first time.
What's more, she usually never leaves the house or even steps out of the door. She has never even seen a few serious men. How can she control her mind when she sees such a stunning beauty in the world?
Chen Yi was not surprised by this reaction: he knew better than anyone else the charm of this skin. Only if the other party could treat it with a normal heart would it be worth looking at.
Continue dancing with the sword.
Zhao Dieer took a deep breath to gather her emotions, and squatted aside to watch: admiring the scenery, admiring the sword, and admiring the people. In the end, her attention was completely attracted by Chen Yi's eyes.
What kind of eyes are those?
It is plain, quiet and clear, like a clear mountain stream. Even the stars in the sky lose their color in front of it. Just one glance is enough to make anyone intoxicated...
Zhao Dieer's face became even redder and hotter.
Let's finish the sword dance.
She tried hard to suppress the shyness in her heart and trotted forward, her almond-shaped eyes filled with newly rising admiration: "Uncle Shi, can I teach Die'er this set of swordsmanship? Die'er wants to..."
"You want to learn?"
"Uh-huh!"
Chen Yi thought for a while and handed the sword to Zhao Dieer:
"Hold it and I'll teach you."
Anyway, it is not a secret that is not told. At this stage, there is no distinction between good and bad swordsmanship in the world. What supports him to dominate the swordsmanship is an unprecedented sword heart.
"Thank you, Uncle Shi!"
Zhao Dieer held the sword and turned her head to look at Chen Yi, waiting for his instructions.
Chen Yi held her hand.
"Uh-huh!"
Zhao Dieer's face suddenly turned red to the roots of her ears, as if on fire, and her body also softened, feeling ashamed and annoyed: "Uncle Chen Shi... you... you..."
How could he! ! !
Men and women are not intimate. How could Uncle Chen Shi touch my hand and hold it like that? Although I don't hate it, this, this is too embarrassing!
Chen Yi really didn't have any evil intentions.
He has watched Zhao Dieer grow up little by little. He has always treated her as a junior... practicing swordsmanship and physical contact are normal.
