Chapter 724

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Although the song is nice, it is not the real thing. She wants to sing it herself, and no one is willing to pay for her.

"...It's easy for a stranger to meet a stranger, but it's hard to see a stranger. Looking at Guanhe River in the distance, the smoke and cold water are cold." Suddenly, a pair of shoes fused with gold threads and inlaid with jade appeared in front of her eyes, and she heard a man humming in a low voice about her future. After humming the song, "I have counted all the Feihong books, but I have accumulated tears in the well waiting for you to read them."

Duan Yihan was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes.

She saw him again.

He is still the same as he was more than five years ago, handsome, elegant, and extremely handsome. He has not aged at all, and time has left no trace on his face.

Duan Yihan saw his reflection in his eyes. From the pretty girl who looked beautiful five years ago, she has now become a weathered face, with no beauty at all, which makes people look down on her.

But the way Nangong Yan looked at her was affectionate.

After many years of marriage, his wife heard about his past love story. Although she did not dare to say it openly, she was displeased in every way. She lost her temper and put on airs at every turn, and her son was also extremely naughty. Today, when he stood in front of Duan Yihan and saw her like this, he felt somewhat guilty and pity in his heart.

Duan Yihan stopped talking, lowered his eyelashes, and stopped singing.

"Auntie?" Mo Ran next to him was confused and turned to look at her.

Duan Yihan said: "I'm tired today, let's go home."

Mo Ran nodded obediently and said with a smile: "Then let's go back and rest. I'll think of something for dinner."

Mother and son wanted to leave together.

Nangong Yan stopped her: "You..."

His eyes fell on Mo Ran again.

This child is thin and small, and his clothes are ragged, but he is very sensible and has a pretty face.

Nangong Yan suddenly realized that this was his own child.

It's his flesh and blood.

He reached out and touched Mo Ran's head.

Mo Ran didn't know who he was, squinting his eyes and letting the man ruffle his black hair: "Well..."

Nangong Yan thought of that year when Duan Yihan came to his house and begged him to save him, holding a kitten-like baby in his arms.

At that time, she said, "He didn't have a name yet."

"What's your name?" Nangong Yan asked.

"Ran'er."

"What's your last name?"

"I don't have a last name."

Nangong Yan glanced at Duan Yihan rather sadly, and he didn't know what the impulse was. He said, "Otherwise, you will--"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a group of Taoist priests from the Confucianism School passing by at the corner of the street.

Nangong Yan's daze was interrupted.

He was so excited that he seemed to have returned to reality.

He met Duan Yihan's eyes again.

The pair of eyes that once looked at him with a crooked smile were now very dull and indifferent. They no longer had any dreams of a young girl. Even when he was just about to recognize them, they were cold and cold.

She had already seen through this man.

Nangong Yan looked a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed because of this. In order to cover up his emotions, he coughed lightly, donated his money generously, and stuffed all the gold and silver treasures in the money bag into Mo Ran's hands.

He patted Mo Ran's head again: "Your mother sings beautifully, and these jewels, gold and silver, should match her."

A slender hand took the money bag from Mo Ran.

Duan Yihan only took out a copper plate from the bag, put it into the broken bowl held by Mo Ran, and then handed all the heavy jewelry and silver money back to Nangong Yan.

She didn't say much, she just blessed him softly and plainly, just like she would any passerby who gave away her money.

She said to him politely: "Thank you sir for your kindness."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

She is the music fairy of Xiangtan, and she also danced with stars holding the moon. She was never lonely when thousands of people were waiting for her. But now that her gorgeous clothes have faded and her beauty has withered, she can only perform on the roadside to beg for mercy, but she will not feel inferior.

That day, Duan Yihan's subtle attitude aroused suspicion. Later, he learned about his life experience by making insinuations and asking questions.

"Mom is telling you this because I don't want to lie to you. But Xiao Ran'er, you have to remember not to be angry." Duan Yihan said, "I don't ask him either."

She said, poking Mo Ran's little head.

"When the disaster in Xiujie is over and Linyi allows ordinary people to come and go, we will go back to Xiangtan."

Mo Ran was quiet for a long time, and then nodded: "I won't ask him, my mother and I will go back to Xiangtan."

Duan Yihan smiled and said, "I don't know if Sister Xun still recognizes me. I don't even look good."

Mo Ran was very anxious: "My mother-in-law is beautiful."

"Um?"

"Aniang is the most beautiful."

Duan Yihan smiled even brighter, and between her brows and eyes, she really regained the charm of the stunning beauty back then. She teased him: "You have such a sweet mouth, you will have to coax whoever marries you in the future."

Mo Ran was a little embarrassed and pursed his lips. After a while, he still showed his pointed milk teeth.

"When I grow up, I will find a daughter-in-law who is like a fairy, and then we will stay with my mother-in-law."

"Oh, you have such a beautiful idea. Who will marry you?"

The mother and son had a laugh, and the fire crackled in the woodshed, which was very warm. It seems that every day from now on will continue to live like this peacefully. Fire and night gave the poor illusory comfort, so at that time, none of them expected it.

In fact, Duan Yihan's time is running out.

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