It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

Hearing her say this, Lu Ci's face was dull, but his heart was broken.

[Ah! I shouldn't have dyed my hair like this!]

"I'll go dye it." He tightened his jaw, turned his hands on the steering wheel, and was about to turn back.

Xie Xingran stretched out his hand to stop him and said with a smile:

"No, dyeing your hair all the time is too damaging. I think you look really good with blond hair, oh no, blond hair. I like your hairstyle like this."

When his wife praised him, Lu Ci hesitated, glanced at her secretly, and then quickly looked away.

[It seems my wife really likes my blonde hair. She will definitely be eager to stick to me from now on.]

Thinking of this, Lu Ci rubbed his hair again in a conceited manner.

Then, he blinked his eyes and pleaded with her:

"Then my wife, you must help me explain to my brother that I'm different from other blond-haired guys! I'm blond!"

If you're still not satisfied, I can just let him come into my dream and beat me up. I promise I won't fight back.

Xie Xingran pursed his lips and almost burst out laughing again. He looked just like a lion with its fur standing on end.

Even their hair color is the same.

"Got it. I'll explain it to my brother. He'll definitely understand."

After much persuasion, I finally calmed him down, started the car again, and headed home.

During the journey, Xie Xingran turned his head to look at him more than once, and each look lasted for more than ten seconds.

She whispered to her brother in her heart:

Brother, he is really different from other yellow-haired guys. I hope you are in heaven and don’t be too angry.

Lu Ci also pretended not to see her gaze, but he made eight hundred fake moves in one second.

If he had a tail, it would probably be able to lift off the earth and into outer space.

[Here we are turning, honey, honey, look at my hands, I'm steering with one hand.]

Following his thoughts, Xie Xingran shifted his gaze to the steering wheel.

He spread out his white, slender fingers and gently turned the steering wheel. His movements were elegant and skillful, as if he was playing a beautiful piece of music.

Xie Xingran didn't know what he was thinking about. His eyes flashed, and he took a deep breath for no apparent reason, then calmly withdrew his gaze.

After entering the village, Lu Ci drove the car to Uncle Zhang's yard.

There is a threshold in my own yard and I can't get in, so it's safer to park at Uncle Zhang's house.

As soon as they got off the car and saw Lu Ciye's golden hair, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang's expressions were indescribable.

Uncle Zhang: "Xiaoye, where did you go to dye your hair yellow?"

Aunt Zhang: "It's quite trendy, but the color is similar to our dog's fur."

Lu Ciye: ...You don't understand at all!!

On the way back, I met Grandma Wang. Seeing them holding hands, she asked:

"Xiao Xing? You changed your husband? And he's a yellow-haired one?!"

Lu Ciye: ...

Grandma, why are you deaf in one ear and blind in one eye, but you hurt me who is intact?

Xie Xingran couldn't help laughing. Who made him insist on eating that aged vinegar to dye his hair?

If anyone in the village asks her about it in the future, they will probably say: Hey, Xiaoxing, where is your yellow-haired husband? Why don’t you see him go out?

After returning to the yard, Lu Ci walked to the kitchen without saying a word but was actually very depressed and started stewing pig's trotters.

Xie Xingran caught up with him, got close to him, and asked probingly, "Are you angry? After all, they are from the older generation. It's normal that they don't understand your aesthetic sense. Don't take it too seriously."

Lu Ci also pouted, aggrieved and accusing: "Wife, they all call me Huangmao, but I'm obviously a golden-haired!"

"Uh--" Xie Xingran felt that the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK. And he was a golden retriever. Did he really think he was a puppy?

After saying this, the golden retriever realized that he had cried because of his stupidity. He sniffed and corrected himself:

"It's blond, blond boy, okay?"

I dyed my hair blonde with great expectations, but in the end everyone said it was yellow hair. People usually refer to those with yellow hair as lazy people who have no education and are just waiting to die.

No one wants to be judged like that.

"Yes, blond boy, be strong." She stood on tiptoe and ruffled his hair. "Whether you have blond hair or yellow hair, in my heart, you are the most beautiful. No one else can compare to you."

Lu Ci was also coaxed into submission. He bent down and buried his head in her neck, then said stubbornly:

"How good-looking is the best-looking? Can I be the best-looking one in the world?"

Xie Xingran: ...Do you have to say these six words: "The most beautiful in the world"?

"Yes," she sighed, "the most beautiful throne in the world is definitely yours, okay?"

Hearing this, the person on her shoulder laughed darkly, and then kissed her twice on the side of her cheek.

"Honey, go play. I'll stew the pig's trotters and call you."

After saying this, he pushed her out of the kitchen as if coaxing a child.

Xie Xingran thought about it and didn't insist on staying with him in the kitchen. He went to the main room to prepare things for visiting the grave tomorrow.

Because of her injury, she missed both the Ghost Festival and her death anniversary.

So this time when she went to visit the grave, she wanted to be more solemn.

But Lu Ci had already prepared everything for her, she just checked it again.

After the inspection, she sat under the old pear tree with lush branches and leaves in front of the courtyard gate, lazily basking in the sun.

During her hospitalization, the doctor told her that she could go out and get some sun more often, but she found the sun too glaring and rarely went out.

Lu Ci couldn't do anything with her.

But in the countryside, in this small courtyard where she had lived for more than ten years, she never felt this way.

I only felt that the sunlight here was dazzling and warm, and there were two copper bells hung by Sister Ayan on the tree above my head.

The wind blew the copper bells on the branches, making them jingle, as if all the past events had disappeared in the wind.

But Xie Xingran remembered that Sister Ayan's original purpose of hanging these two copper bells was to "attract ghosts."

The past that cannot be dissipated by the wind will, with every blow of the wind, blow away the memories buried deep in the heart.

Thinking of this, Xie Xingran suddenly stood up, ran into the house, took out a copper bell from the suitcase, held it in his hand and ran out of the house again.

Lu Ci also saw her running in and out of the kitchen, and he was curious. Since the food would take a long time to stew anyway, he took off his apron, wiped his hands, and went out to see what she was doing.

I never expected to see such a frightening scene.

"Xie Xingran, you are asking for death!" He was angry and anxious, and ran over to pick up the person stuck in the tree.

"Have you forgotten that you're still injured? What if you fall down? It won't hurt you to death."

Unlike his rage, Xie Xingran looked at the tree in front of him calmly and let out a soft sigh.

"I used to be able to climb up there, but I don't know why I can't climb up there now."

When she made her brother angry as a child, she would climb up a tree to hide.

She has climbed the old pear tree in front of the door and the osmanthus tree at the entrance of the village. Her grandmother once said that she was raising a monkey.

Lu Ci also wanted to teach her a lesson, but before he could say anything, he saw tears in her eyes.

At first, the pain from the back injury was so severe that she couldn't sleep all night, but I never saw her cry.

Now your eyes are wet because you can't climb a tree?

His heart felt as if it was being gnawed by millions of ants, and the dull pain gradually spread throughout his heart.

Lu Ci also held her face, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, his voice gentle:

"What's wrong? Don't cry, honey. Did I speak too harshly just now? I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Xie Xingran shook his head, but big tears fell onto his hands.

"I can't climb any higher," was all she said.