In fact, even large items like houses are not made very big by Yi Qingqing, they are all miniature versions.

The size of paper-made items is not very important; what is important is the shape and spirit.

The main reason is that it is too big, and it will make a lot of noise when it burns.

She planned to burn it in her own backyard at that time. It would be fine if it was a small thing, but if it was too big, the flames might not be blocked by the courtyard wall.

At this time, we dare not burn these things openly, as it will be used as evidence if we are caught, so it is better to burn them secretly.

No matter how well the paper-made objects are made, they can never be as big as the real thing. After being burned, the "spirit" they possess will naturally make them become a suitable size.

Time flies and more than a week has passed.

That day, Yi Qingqing slept until she woke up naturally, entered the skill teaching mode and studied for a while. After coming out, she made paper-making for a while, and then she heard the whistle for work to start.

After she finished the task in her hand, she left the thatched hut and went to the outer room to make a fire, boil water and cook.

I had just picked up the matchbox on the stove and before I could light it, there was a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was from Yun Guyuan, so she hurried to open it.

He held a white porcelain bowl filled with steaming noodles and said to her, "Happy birthday!"

Yi Qingqing was stunned for a moment, "Birthday?"

I suddenly remembered that today is the seventh day of July.

She was born on the same day in both of her lives.

The birthday from her previous life only became real on the day she died. In this life, her parents and relatives remembered it for her, but they were not around. She mentioned this in her last letter, but she didn't take it to heart because of the habits she brought from her previous life.

So when she was preparing a birthday gift for Yun Guyuan on July 15th, she forgot that July 7th was her birthday.

This is her first birthday after recovering the memories of two lifetimes, and her 18th birthday as a complete person.

Looking at this bowl of noodles that were obviously hand-rolled, I wonder what time he started making it. Yi Qingqing was very touched by this unexpected surprise and dedication.

I don't know how to express myself in so many words, so I just said: "Thank you!"

"Silly girl, the noodles will get cold if you don't eat them now." Yun Guyuan handed the noodles to her, "Remember not to bite them off. Eating one piece will ensure you a safe and smooth year."

Yi Qingqing then realized that this was still a bowl of longevity noodles, and couldn't help asking, "Why only this year?"

"You can eat next year's noodles next year, don't be greedy," Yun Guyuan said seriously.

Yi Qingqing: "..."

Okay, she remembered.

Under Yun Guyuan's gaze, Yi Qingqing held one end of the noodles in her mouth and sucked hard, fearing that she would break her peace and prosperity for the past year.

His cheeks were deflated from sucking, but he still hadn’t finished eating the noodles.

Don’t think she doesn’t know someone is trying to hold back their laughter, ╭(╯^╰)╮!

Yun Guyuan looked at Yi Qingqing like a little rabbit. She looked at him with puffy eyes, but she didn't dare to be negligent with her mouth, which was puffy and made people laugh.

Finally, the longevity noodle entered her mouth completely. The last few bites remained in her mouth. She didn't have time to chew it. Now she chewed it quickly, wanting to accuse someone after she finished chewing.

As a result, he took the bowl and chopsticks, took out a long wooden box from his trouser pocket, and stuffed it into her hand: "Birthday present, I'll take a look after I leave!"

After saying that, he left with red ears, and when he returned to the room, which was rare, he closed the door while Yi Qingqing was still staring at him.

Yi Qingqing: "..."

I'm so angry! You just wait, there's only one week until July 15th. If she doesn't make a bowl of longevity noodles that's longer, thicker, and harder to suck than this, she won't be called Yi Qingqing!

She would also stare at him and watch him suck it in mouthful by mouthful without letting him bite it off! Then she would laugh out loud! It would make him so angry!

Close the door and let her see what Comrade Yun, who is becoming increasingly bad, gave her?

She slid open the well-made-looking wooden box, revealing a mahogany comb on a handkerchief.

When she picked up the comb, she accidentally brought up her handkerchief, and then she saw a sentence engraved on the bottom of the wooden box: "You will stay with me from black hair to white hair, and you will never leave me as time goes by."

“…”

Yi Qingqing quickly covered herself with the handkerchief, her face feeling a little hot.

After a while, I couldn't help but pull it open to take a look.

The words are carved very well.

He whispered these two sentences.

Does this mean that I will accompany her from her youth to her old age?

He is so good at it!

Even though she had already combed her hair, Yi Qingqing still ran to the dressing table in the thatched hut, unbraided her hair, and combed it again with this comb.

Ten thousand times a day I want to just be with him.

But reality forced her to wake up.

Now that we live too close to each other, I only have one serious job to do every day: going to work. If we were really together, it would be hard to explain why she wanted to stay at home to study during holidays, or go hunting in the mountains alone to pack her things. These things involved her sign-in system.

Lovers at least have the right to spend more time with each other and be informed of daily arrangements.

This is bound to affect each other's current study and life plans.

After returning to the city, whether it is school or work, each of them has their own careers and studies to take care of every day, their time will be staggered and the environment will be more complicated. That is when she will slowly show her other skills and abilities.

Section 135

This period of time was a time for her to learn skills, and she had always been very clear about this.

But every time she got along with Yun Guyuan, she couldn't help but waver.

Love can indeed make people addicted.

Yi Qingqing stroked the peach wood comb and brainwashed herself: "Hold on, Yi Qingqing, you must not be tempted by A Yuan's beauty!"

My face is still hot.

Forget it, she should just go to Master Bai to get some fragrance!

Sitting at the desk with my chin supported, the words at the bottom of the box could not help but flash through my mind.

"Master Bai, why does the effect of this incense seem to be discounted today?"

Master Bai waved his hand and removed the incense burner, saying disdainfully: "It's a waste to let you smell this incense."

Yi Qingqing: "..."

“Beep—beep—”

The third whistle blew.

There is nothing I can do about my wandering thoughts; I still have to go to work.

She walked out the door reluctantly.

"Qingqing, what's wrong? Did you get up late?" Qian Lailai looked at her and asked.

Normally she is always one of the first two to come out, so why is she the last one today?

"Yeah," Yi Qingqing lied with her eyes open, her eyes fixed on the wall on the right.

Yun Guyuan glanced at her secretly, the redness on his ears had not yet faded.

Li Mengxue looked at these two strange people and imagined a big drama in her mind.

She heard someone knocking on Yi Qingqing's door this morning.

If it wasn't Yun Guyuan, there would be something wrong.

Something different must have happened!

I'm so curious! But Comrade Yi Qingqing is so tight-lipped that asking her will lead to absolutely no results.