The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Fortunately, there was no one else in the room, otherwise seeing Hua Qiming like this, they would definitely doubt whether there was something wrong with his brain. However, in this seemingly strange scene, there was a deep friendship between the two.

Without saying anything, Lan Wangshu headed straight for Dingzhenlou and went to find the shopkeeper with a clear goal. In her mind, she already had an ideal candidate.

"Boss, is Yueya still here?" Lan Wangshu went straight to the point, with a hint of urgency in his words.

"It's the county lady. Yueya is helping in the backyard. Is there something urgent that the county lady wants to see her for?" The shopkeeper raised his head as he spoke, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Lan Wangshu nodded slightly and looked behind him, as if thinking about something.

"No need. I'd better go look for her myself. I'm afraid I'll have to borrow her away." Her voice was calm and firm.

The shopkeeper chuckled and ticked the abacus in his hand even louder, as if he was playing an accompaniment to the incident.

"If she can really gain the favor of the county lady, it would be her luck. We will naturally let her go, so the county lady can rest assured." The shopkeeper's tone was filled with emotion and a hint of envy for Yueya.

"Then I would like to thank the shopkeeper."

Lan Wangshu had a faint smile on his face and walked briskly towards the backyard.

Next to the well, a little girl with a birthmark on her face was concentrating on washing her hands.

Sweat slowly dripped down her forehead. She wiped it gently with her rolled-up sleeves and continued to scrub vigorously.

Lan Wangshu stood quietly by the side, staring, as if he was appreciating a beautiful painting. After a long while, he slowly took a step forward. The little girl lowered her head, concentrating on the work in her hands, and didn't notice his arrival at all. It seemed that her world was only filled with the things in her hands, and everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

She didn't stop until she saw a pair of exquisite shoe tips. However, she didn't look up, but continued to work with her head down, her voice busy: "Sir, you must have gone the wrong way. This is the backyard, not the place for guests. Please go in the other direction, that's the right place." Her tone was calm and firm, and she didn't seem surprised or troubled by Lan Wangshu's appearance.

"Yueya." Lan Wangshu's voice was gentle and low, like a breeze, gently blowing Yueya's ears. This voice was so special, so familiar, as if it touched a string deep in her heart. Yueya couldn't help but stop the work in her hands, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. She slowly raised her head and her eyes fell on Lan Wangshu's face.

This was a strange face, but the voice flowed through her heart like a warm ocean current. Her eyes revealed a hint of doubt and curiosity, and she asked softly, "Sir? Or girl?" There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, as if she was looking for an answer. Lan Wangshu's eyes flashed with tenderness and kindness, and he smiled and said, "It's me, Yueya." His voice was like a melodious piece of music, causing ripples in Yueya's heart.

Lan Wangshu was dressed elegantly and handsomely, but his voice was melodious and crisp, and one could tell it was a woman. When Yueya heard this, she felt like she was struck by lightning, and her brain went into a state of shutdown.

"Yueya, how are you? Last time at Zui Fu Sheng, I told you that I could remove the birthmark on your face. Do you remember?"