Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1373

Capítulo 1373: 349: The story is long; it takes a lifetime to tell.

Du Jiaojiao watched her from the back, “Yangyang, does Duoduo have a boyfriend now?”

Ni Yang shook her head, “I’m not entirely sure, but she seems to be frequently in touch with a high school classmate.”

“High school classmate?” Du Jiaojiao was stunned, turning her head to look at Du Ye who was talking to Mo Qishen, “Then there’s no hope for her with my second brother?”

Ni Yang said, “Between Zhao Xiaoyu and Du-ge, it doesn’t seem like there’s any romantic feelings.” Zhao Yu is carefree, and Du Ge is just a good buddy in her eyes.

Du Jiaojiao touched her chin, “Did I misjudge…”

After a while, Zhao Yu brought over the camera.

The group stood together, adjusted the camera to automatic mode, and took a big group photo.

The background was a sea of fiery red roses.

Night fell.

Ni Yang sat at the dressing table, applying skincare products.

Recently, Bingji Yufu launched a skincare product tailored specifically for pregnant women, not yet on the market. Ni Yang tried out its effects.

Suddenly, she noticed the hairpin clipped at her ear was missing.

Could it be she didn’t wear it today?

Ni Yang opened the drawer, then took out the jewelry box, but couldn’t find the hairpin.

Mo Qishen walked out of the bathroom, puzzled, “Yangyang, what are you looking for?”

“The hairpin.”

“Is it the one with the red top?” Mo Qishen vaguely remembered that she wore a red hairpin today.

Ni Yang nodded, “It seems to be missing.”

“I’ll help you look for it.”

“Forget it, it’s just a hairpin, probably fell off at the back hill today.”

Ni Yang has many hairpins; this was just one of them, not something precious nor did it have any special sentimental value, no need to waste time searching.

Elsewhere.

Demingxuan.

It was already late at night, yet the light in the tea room remained on.

Du Ge sat at the low table, his fingers gliding among the smoky tea set with a scholarly grace, soon the empty cup was filled with emerald green tea.

After a while, Du Ge pulled out a silk pouch from his waist.

The pouch was exquisite, with tassels.

If Du Jiaojiao were present, she would surely recognize it as a relic left by Du Ge’s mother; he usually cherished this pouch.

Du Ge poured out three red items from the pouch.

One of them was stained with some soil.

This was a broken hairpin.

Du Ge carefully wiped off the soil and pieced the broken hairpin back together.

To others it might be something discarded, but to him, it was a priceless treasure.

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