Song Yiyi raised her hand, and the emerald green bracelet on her wrist was rich in color, like new leaves in spring.

Glistening through the sunlight.

It seems as if water can drip out.

There are no dyed artificial bracelets these days.

This color is obviously the imperial green of Shangdu.

Song Yiyi just understood a little bit, and she was so excited.

When she met Cen Yue's gaze on her face, she quickly withdrew her hand and pulled her sleeve.

I was so excited just now that I forgot I was still outside.

Song Yiyi smiled and leaned closer to Cen Yue, whispering, "Where did you come from?"

Cen Yue only visited one place in the morning.

Thinking of that guess, a trace of surprise flashed across Song Yiyi's eyes, "Stolen together with the red wine?"

She wouldn't dare wear it.

Just as Song Yiyi was about to take it off, Cen Yue calmly grabbed her wrist and led her into a small alley.

Afternoon quiet.

The noise gradually faded away.

Cen Yue pulled Song Yiyi's hand down slowly, and holding her fingertips, he spoke slowly: "It's either stolen or given to you."

It is said that it has been passed down in the Xu family for several generations.

When Xu Yuzhen gave birth to Cen Yue, she took it off her wrist and stuffed it into his swaddling clothes.

At that time, she was still saying, "Fortunately, I'm not a daughter."

The tears in my eyes could not be hidden no matter how hard I tried.

Before Cen Yue was ten years old, the bracelet had always been placed in Cen Anguo's study. One day, he saw Cen Anguo staring at the jade bracelet in a daze.

The next day, Cen Yue took the bracelet away.

That's his mother's stuff.

Cen Anguo can forget about touching her again.

He went back today and took it out.

Cen Yue spoke slowly and his expression was very calm, but Song Yiyi couldn't help but hold his hand.

The two of them walked aimlessly and unknowingly came to a familiar alley.

Song Yiyi paused for a moment, then raised her hand and pointed ahead, "Cen Yue, I suddenly remembered that you still owe me a pea yellow."

At that time, she had just picked up the rice and hadn't taken a bite when Cen Yue knocked it away.

It’s a pity to think about it now.

Cen Yue curled his lips, raised his hand and touched Song Yiyi's hair, with a hint of pampering in his tone: "Wait, I'll buy it."

He walked with his long legs and crossed the street in just two or three steps.

Song Yiyi yawned out of boredom.

She seemed a little sleepy.

I was just feeling dizzy all the way here.

Song Yiyi took a casual glance and saw the two people huddling not far away. At first glance, she thought she was sleepy.

She raised her hand to rub her eyes and sniffed.

It turns out that Kang Ying’s braised food shop opened here.

Who else could it be but Cen Bowen who was flirting with her?

However, the expressions of both of them did not look too serious.

Kang Ying opened and closed his mouth and said a few words. Cen Bowen's face became visibly worse.

He swung his arms and turned away.

Kang Ying didn't chase after him, but turned around and went back to the store.

Song Yiyi took a quick look.

The braised food shop opened by Kang Ying is very small, with a single storefront.

It seems that they are cleaning inside this spot.

It looks like he has finished shopping and is planning to go home from get off work.

It can be seen that business is very brisk.

"Eat it."

A yellow pea wrapped in oil paper appeared before his eyes. Cen Yue asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Song Yiyi took the pea yellow and took a bite, then pointed at the direction where Cen Bowen left.

"Your eldest nephew failed in his attempt for peace and left in disgrace."

Cen Yue didn't even raise his eyelids, and smiled faintly: "Maybe I should ask you for help later."