After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 51 The seven-year period has arrived

Autumn after autumn.

Seven years can be said to be short or long.

But patching up a girl's desperate heart is enough.

This year, Luo Congan turned fifteen.

She became more and more beautiful, with a graceful figure, and her snow-white hair grew longer and longer until it reached her waist.

Luo Cong'an has never thought about cutting it shorter, which can save a lot of troubles caused by too long hair.

But the excuse that it was difficult to take care of alone was so useful that she never made up her mind to cut it.

Just another ordinary afternoon.

Luo Cong'an went to the street to buy some daily necessities and returned to the courtyard.

She now occasionally goes out alone.

The neighbors all knew that there was a white-haired girl living in the courtyard. No matter what they thought in their hearts, at least for Mr. Chen's sake, everyone got along very well on the surface.

The girl jumped up and down and stepped into the small courtyard with brisk steps.

Under the tall old locust tree, she saw the figure she longed for and the bamboo chair bound to her husband.

Time has not left many traces on Mr.'s face, but has added a somewhat diffuse and dusty charm.

No matter how many times I watch it, Luo Congan will still find it amazing.

She walked forward and leaned her head playfully.

I saw the man lying on the bamboo chair in a posture that would make anyone feel comfortable. He was holding a piece of wood in one hand and a small carving knife in the other.

With a flick of his wrist, a lifelike wooden sculpture appeared in the man's hand.

The wood carving looks like Luo Cong'an, but the deliberately carved head is very large, and the remaining limbs are extremely short. What makes people laugh even more is that the neck is almost completely invisible.

Luo Cong'an protested several times about this, but his husband always refused to compromise and often shouted, "What do you know? This is called the Q version of Luo Cong'an. He is also very cute when he is small..."

Luo Congan couldn't understand words like Q version.

But I can still understand the next sentence. Anyway, it's just to praise her for being cute and that's it.

So Luo Cong'an didn't bother to care.

My husband doesn't have many hobbies. Apart from occasionally going to the City Lord's Mansion to play chess, he spends most of his time napping in the courtyard.

This carving hobby only started a year ago.

Luo Cong'an took the wooden sculpture, looked at it carefully several times, and couldn't help but admired: "Sir, you are really a genius, you are very good at everything you do."

Chen An looked over. He put his hands behind his head, leaned his upper body on the bamboo chair, and said casually: "There is no such thing as a genius. Practice makes perfect."

Chen An is not lying.

During this year, he spent most of his time on carving.

In order to store the half-finished products that had been carved into pieces, he even cleared a utility room and stacked them all there.

Luo Cong'an couldn't help but recall that when his husband first carved it, it looked so ugly, except for some stiff lines, no facial features could be seen at all.

The key is that the husband insisted on pointing to the wooden sculpture and saying how similar it was to her, which made Luo Congan so angry that his hair stood on end.

Could I be that ugly?

"No matter what, I said sir is great, sir is great."

The girl's nature dictated that she raised her chin and hummed softly.

Suddenly, a cool autumn wind blew by.

Luo Cong'an didn't feel relieved, but his heart tightened and he quickly looked at the man on the bamboo chair.

Sure enough, the next moment the man covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly.

The cough could not be said to be severe, but Luo Congan was still worried.

She trotted into the room, took out a thin blanket, covered her husband with it, and carefully flattened every corner.

The girl complained: "Sir, you know that you have been ill recently, why do you still come out to enjoy the breeze?"

Chen An smiled nonchalantly, "The doctors have said that this is just a minor problem of mine. I don't even need to take any medicine. I'll be fine in two days."

"That can't be taken lightly!"

Luo Cong'an raised his eyebrows and retorted with his hands on his hips.

Chen An hummed and did not argue.

He almost never argued with others. Over the years, his character had been this casual and free-spirited.

<divclass="contentadv"> The girl came closer again. She really wanted to get into her husband's arms, but now that she is older, she feels a little ashamed and knows the difference between men and women. After all, she can no longer be as willful as she was when she was a child. .

She gently hit her husband's head with her head, her eyes hiding many emotions.

Luo Congan said softly: "Sir, do you think we will continue like this?"

Chen An picked up a square piece of pine wood from the stone table at hand and started carving it.

He replied without raising his head: "What, are you bored?"

"I asked you to go out and make more friends before, but you refused, and you still had a cold face, like a big pile of ice."

When Luo Cong'an heard this, she hit her husband's head a little harder. She said unconvinced, "I don't need friends. They are so ugly. Who wants to be friends with them?"

Chen An was startled and looked strange.

Good guy, I didn’t expect you to be a serious face control person.

Luo Congan continued: "And how can I feel bored when I am with my husband?"

Her words were full of longing for the future, "If I can continue to get along with my husband like this in the future, no matter how ordinary my life is, I will be willing to do so."

The girl's words sounded softly in her ears, like a clear spring water.

Chen An's carving hand stopped.

He looked at the blue sky and suddenly felt a little emotional.

"But you are so young, you shouldn't be spending time here with me, in this lifeless little courtyard."

Luo Cong'an was not happy to hear this, "I don't understand why sir always acts like he is very old, when you are obviously not much older than me..."

"Then I think it's pretty big."

"I don't think you think it counts!"

Anyone who hears these words may think they are childish, but they are the daily routine of Mr. Luo Congan and Mr. Luo Congan.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she was about to continue speaking when she suddenly met her husband's eyes.

It was a pair of black and white, extremely attractive eyes, staring at her quietly.

Chen An looked at it for a long time before looking away.

"Sir, what's wrong...?"

Luo Cong'an's voice softened, and she felt a little uneasy for no reason.

Chen An shook his head and said nothing.

……

……

The next day.

An immortal master came to Guanping City.

This was also the first time Chen An saw an immortal.

Not the kind of trickster who pretends to be a ghost, but a real immortal.

An immortal who can fly in the sky.

For a moment, the whole city was shocked!

Even the city lord was alarmed. He dragged his fat body and knelt down tremblingly.

But the Rishi paid no attention.

Her goal was clear and she flew straight towards the small courtyard where Chen An was.

Chen An was still lying on the bamboo chair, not moving.

The person who greeted the immortal master was Luo Congan. She looked a little embarrassed and glanced in the direction of her husband from time to time.

The immortal master followed the girl's gaze and caught a glimpse of Chen An, who was motionless. Then he frowned slightly, and a flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

But she didn't say much, but stared at Luo Congan closely.

"You, are you willing to follow me to seek immortality and find the great road?"

This was the first sentence the immortal master said.