Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 1258: It must hurt you very much

"Wei Wei has already returned to Beijing, and my mother is not the kind of talkative person. Don't worry, she won't say anything." Lu Tingchen patted her head and comforted her.

Chu Jiu didn't like him touching his head so intimately, as if they really had something.

"I still want to explain," she insisted.

Lu Tingchen was a little confused, thought for a while, and said, "Then I'll take you there." As he spoke, he naturally took her hand and walked out.

Chu Jiu hurriedly broke away from his hand, "Don't touch me."

Lu Tingchen had no choice but to let go of her hand, and looked at her helplessly.

The two left the tent one after the other.

When Chu Jiu saw his long hair hanging on his chest, he remembered that it was still messy. He trotted forward and grabbed Lu Tingchen's arm, "Give me back the hairpin."

When Lu Tingchen saw her loose long hair, he remembered something, took out her hairpin from his bosom, and handed it back to her.

At this moment, Chu Jiu also noticed that his right arm was injured, and there was still blood on his sleeve.

She paused, stretched out her hand to take it, then turned her back, and neatly pulled up her long hair.

Looking at the woman who was arranging her hair, Lu Tingchen suddenly said: "What is the origin of your hairpin?"

Chu Jiu paused for a moment, but soon resumed styling his hair.

Lu Tingchen thought she didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any more.

However, although the hairpin is made of wood, the pattern on it is very complicated and delicate, which is enough to see that the person who carved this hairpin put a lot of thought into it.

He thought about it.

At this time, Chu Jiu **** her hair, turned around, looked at the man's handsome face, raised her hand to touch the hairpin, and couldn't help explaining: "My father made this for me before he was alive. Wooden hairpin."

Lu Tingchen was a little surprised.

He had already guessed that this hairpin must have a profound meaning to Chu Jiu, but he didn't expect that it was her father who made it for her.

"Your father must love you very much." At the end, he said softly.

Chu Jiu looked a little sad, turned away slightly, and did not speak again.

"The word Ruoxue is engraved on the wooden hairpin. Is that your original name?" Lu Tingchen asked suddenly.

Chu Jiu clenched his fingers tightly, and then let go after a while, and nodded slightly, "Yeah."

"Then you..."

"My surname is Lan." Chu Jiu knew what he wanted to ask and interrupted him.

Looking at the top of her hair, Lu Tingchen probably didn't expect that she would tell him so readily. After realizing it, a pleasant look flashed across his eyebrows, "Lan Ruoxue?"

Hearing this name, Chu Jiu was in a daze.

When she came back to her senses, she narrowed her eyes slightly and lowered her head, not wanting Lu Tingchen to see her fragile appearance at this moment.

In fact, she didn't expect that she would be so easy, so she told him her original name.

She obviously hates him.

But when he pronounced her name, she could hear a lingering smell, which reminded her of the childhood years that had been sealed in her memory.

"Your name is Chujiu, is it because your birthday is on Chujiu?" Lu Tingchen asked again. He knew that the names of these hidden guards around the emperor were all taken according to their birth dates.

Like the first day of junior high school, his birthday is on the first day of a certain month, and the seventh day is the same, so he asked this question accordingly.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, I looked at the sunset in the sky, and after a long while, I nodded.

"What month is it?"

On the ninth day of the ninth day, he stopped and looked at him sideways, "You talk a lot today."

Lu Tingchen hooked his lips, and said in a good temper: "You talk less, I can only become more talkative. It is enough for the two of us to be bored."