The first time in history

When the girl saw the bruise, her eyes widened, her face full of surprise and guilt. Her mouth opened wide and she cried out, "Ah..." She had never thought that she would hit Qian Mingduo so hard and pinch him like this.

Looking at the bruise, she felt distressed and remorseful, and at the same time, she felt very embarrassed. She lowered her head in embarrassment, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, and stammered, "I'm sorry... I don't know... I didn't mean it..." Her eyes were slightly red, and her heart was full of regret, thinking that she was too impulsive and hurt Qian Mingduo.

Qian Mingduo looked at the girl, and the resentment in his heart instantly disappeared. He gently put down the girl's hair and said, "Okay, don't blame yourself, I know you were just joking with me." The girl raised her head, tears flashing in her eyes, and nodded.

"Then you..." the girl said cautiously, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"What do you think?" Qian Mingduo said angrily, "How about you let me pinch you and try?"

"Okay, pinch me!" the girl said, wanting to follow Qian Mingduo's example and unbutton her clothes, but suddenly realized that she didn't dare to do so.

Just when the girl was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, Qian Mingduo gently stretched out his hands, gently supported her under the armpits, and slowly helped her up.

"Silly girl," Qian Mingduo said softly, as if he was afraid that a louder voice would scare the lovely girl in front of him. He smiled, his eyes flashing with doting.

"How can I bear to pinch you?" These words brushed past the girl's ears like a spring breeze, causing ripples in her heart. She lowered her head slightly, and a shy blush appeared on her face, as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.

"Yeah!" The girl nodded shyly and responded softly. Her eyes met Qian Mingduo's, revealing deep affection and dependence. "I know you are good to me, but I just..." She hesitated, as if she was a little embarrassed to continue.

Qian Mingduo looked at her shy appearance and couldn't help laughing. He reached out and gently rubbed the girl's hair, comforting her: "It's okay, silly girl." His tone was relaxed and natural, with a reassuring power.

The girl raised her head and looked at Qian Mingduo firmly, her eyes full of gratitude. She knew that Qian Mingduo was good to her, and this kindness came from the heart without any pretense.

"As long as you are happy, pinching me doesn't matter. Even if you want to stew me, I will lie in the pot immediately, without any hesitation." Qian Mingduo joked with a smile, trying to ease the girl's nervousness.

Hearing this, the girl burst out laughing. She blinked her eyes mischievously and said with a wicked smile, "How big a pot do I need? You're so big." After saying that, she exaggeratedly drew a big circle to indicate the size of the pot.

Qian Mingduo was amused by the girl's words. He pretended to be serious, widened his eyes, and asked in a pretended angry tone, "Do you really want to stew me?"

The girl quickly shook her head, pouted her lips, and said coquettishly, "I can't bear to stew you!" Her eyes were full of tenderness and love, as if they could melt everything. "If we really want to stew you, we can both lie in the pot together." She added with a smile.

Qian Mingduo laughed out loud at the girl's answer. He took the girl's hand and said gently, "Okay, let's go together." The two smiled at each other, their eyes filled with happiness, and the whole courtyard was filled with a sweet taste.

"You haven't told me what I should call you yet?" Seeing the girl picking up the bucket and preparing to leave, Qian Mingduo quickly said, "Anyway, I don't want to call you Hongchang."

"When my mother was alive, she called me Chan'er," the girl said faintly, "After my mother passed away, no one called me Chan'er anymore."

"Which Chan?" Qian Mingduo asked.

"It's the 'immortal' on the tree. Don't you even know this?" The girl walked to the gate and turned back and said, "Come here by yourself for lunch at noon. Don't always ask others to treat you."

Qian Mingduo really didn't know what this "Xianjia" was. He stood at the gate and asked a passing villager. After the villager talked and gestured for a long time, Qian Mingduo finally understood that in the countryside of Shanxi, the villagers called Chan "Xianjia" or "Wuyingwa". "Xianjia" is cicada, that is, "Chan".

"Chan..." Qian Mingduo turned around and closed the gate, repeating this word in his heart. "Chan... Eastern Han Dynasty... Shanxi..."

Qian Mingduo suddenly remembered that there was a passage in the Yuan Dynasty's miscellaneous song "Lianhuanji" that mentioned Diao Chan's original name was Ren Hongchang, and she was from Xinzhou, Shanxi, and the village where she lived was called Mu'er Village.

Qian Mingduo ran out of the yard like crazy and happened to see Aunt Wu passing by. He grabbed Aunt Wu and asked loudly: "Aunt Wu, what is the name of our village? Is it called Mu'er Village?"

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Wu looked at Qian Mingduo in surprise. "Why don't you even wear shoes?"

"Oh! Aunt Wu..." Qian Mingduo said anxiously, "Tell me quickly, is this village called Mu'er Village?"

"Yes!" Aunt Wu nodded with doubtful eyes, "Our village has always been called Mu'er Village!"

“Oh my…” Qian Mingduo turned around and ran back to the yard, his face flushed with excitement, and he kept muttering to himself, “It’s actually Diao Chan, it’s actually Diao Chan!”

"Could it be that the young master has gone crazy from the heat?" Aunt Wu murmured.

He was so excited that he staggered and almost fell. He gasped and said to himself, "It's really her, there's no mistake!" The courtyard was quiet and peaceful at this time, with only his rapid breathing and excited muttering.

Qian Mingduo paced back and forth in the yard, thinking about how to confirm his discovery again. He decided to calm down and think carefully about the next steps.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Qian Mingduo was full of anticipation and curiosity, and he couldn't wait to unveil the girl.

Judging from the girl’s attitude towards him, she must like this Mr. Zhou Jun.

I just kissed her neck secretly, but instead of getting angry, she even started joking with me.

"This is fucking awesome." Qian Mingduo waved his fist in the air.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." Qian Mingduo took one step and stepped onto the third step. "Take your time. You must take your time."

When he was checking here yesterday, he found some scattered silver coins in a drawer of the desk. He took a piece, weighed it, and put it in his sleeve.

After closing and locking the door, Qian Mingduo quickly walked towards Uncle Ren's house. At the door of Uncle Ren's house, Qian Mingduo slowed down his pace and took a few deep breaths. Then he pretended to be nonchalant and slowly walked into the courtyard.