Bang!

The hatchet collided with his neck, causing sparks to fly and an explosion like metal clashing. The blade then shattered and flew backwards.

"..."

Nuo Xia was startled, touched her unscathed neck, and couldn't help shouting to the other side, "It's too dangerous... Hey! What are you doing, Bellemere!"

What appeared at the door of the orangery was a pretty girl.

Her long maroon hair was tied into a single ponytail, which was neat and tidy. Her sleeves were rolled up high, revealing her white and tender arms like lotus roots. She was holding a basket of oranges on her arm. There were beads of sweat on her forehead. She had obviously just finished working.

At this moment, she was frozen on the spot, looking up blankly at Nuo Xia, who was glaring at her.

Clang.

The basket fell to the ground, and the oranges inside rolled around.

"...Nuo...Nuo...Nuo..."

She was at a loss and stammered, and for a moment she couldn't say all of Nosha's names.

Somehow.

Seeing Bellemeier's appearance, Nuo Xia's anger that was almost accidentally hurt just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He sighed softly, bent down to pick up the orange that fell to his feet, and said with a warm smile:

"It's me, long time no see, Bellemere..."

Tread! Tread! Tread!

The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded. Nuo Xia raised his head and saw the girl with a maroon ponytail throwing all the farm tools aside and rushing toward him.

The movement was like a wild beast emerging from its cage.

So excited?

Looking at Bellemeier whose eyes seemed to be filled with tears, Nuo Xia felt guilty.

He sighed softly, stood up straight, opened his arms, and put a smile on his face, ready to receive a hug from his childhood sweetheart.

However.

Soon, he felt that something was wrong.

It was clear that Bellemere was almost rushing to him, but he showed no intention of slowing down.

"You still-"

The girl gritted her teeth, clenched her right fist tightly, and made an uppercut from bottom to top, whizzing towards Nuo Xia's chin.

"Come back with dignity, you bastard!"

Boom!

There was a dull loud noise in the orange grove.

then.

What followed was the girl's painful scream.

"It hurts so much!!!!"

"..."

Nuo Xia stood speechless, motionless, looking at Bellemeier who was curled up at his feet, covering his painful right fist with tears on the verge of falling, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

You can't blame him, right?

Firstly, I didn't use the iron block, and secondly, I didn't use the armed domineering force. I can't blame the hand that moved his chin first...

But a smart man should decisively take all the responsibility on himself at this time.

"Are you okay, Bellemere?"

Nuo Xia squatted down, held Bellemeier's right fist with both hands, stroked the swelling on it, and spoke softly:

"I'm sorry, I wasn't prepared and I couldn't let you out. How about you punch me again? I promise to fly several meters away to show you."

He lowered his head and blew gently on the red and swollen area.

"Okay!"

Ah, Bellemere almost got goosebumps. He shook off his hand, pushed him away in disgust, and said angrily:

"It doesn't hurt that much... Don't be so disgusting here, eh, no, you guy, why do you act like a different person when you go out? When did you know how to coax people so gently?"

"Nonsense, when did it change?"

Nuo Xia snorted, "If you think about it carefully, when did I make you cry and get irritated before, and it wasn't me who took the initiative to comfort you in the end?"

"Fart! You really think I don't remember, don't you?"

Bellemeier glared at him fiercely, "Obviously, he refused to obey anyone every time. He hit him from the top of the tree to the bottom of the tree, causing the oranges to roll all over the floor. In the end, he was punched by Aunt Tulip before he stopped...

"

She suddenly stopped talking.

At that moment, exactly at this moment, Nuo Xia looked at the oranges scattered around, and then looked up at the sunlight leaking through the gaps between the orange branches and leaves.

He couldn't help but turn his head, and looked at each other with Bellemere. The two pursed their lips and smiled in unison at the same time.

The slight sense of alienation and strangeness brought about by the separation of nearly two years suddenly disappeared like a bubble in the sun at this moment.

"When did you come back?"

Bellemeier patted the dirt on his body, stood up neatly, glanced at Nuo Xia, "You won't say anything to me either?"

"I just came back late last night. I heard from my mother that you would be taking a day off today and would come to the orange grove to help take care of it, so I hurried over here at dawn today."

Nuo Xia pouted at the gifts he had piled under the orange tree, "Well, I brought a lot of gifts back from Malinfando just for you."

Bellmeier walked over and looked through it carefully, and found that they were all things he liked. It was obvious that they were all carefully selected by Nosha.

She was extremely happy in her heart, but she still had that cold look on her face. She snorted and said, "That's pretty much it. Tell me, why didn't you reply to me before? I sent four letters in total!"

"I replied to the previous letter. It was sent together with the letter from my parents. You should all have received a reply."

Nuo Xia blinked innocently, "I really didn't receive the last three letters, otherwise I would have replied to them. Besides, when you called me, I was out on a mission, and no one was following me when I returned to the headquarters.

After all, after all, I am alone in the headquarters with no backing and no one cares about me. I only heard about it last night when my mother mentioned it, and I only found out about this..."

This wave, this wave is called turning from fiction to reality, smoothly and normally transitioning the topic to something that both parties know, to increase the credibility of the reasons that were casually made up before.

Bellemere's attention was indeed drawn from behind.

Her expression softened and she no longer asked about the reply. After looking at each other for a moment, she suddenly reached out and skillfully opened the collar of the latter's shirt.

"There are more wounds..."

Caressing her scar-covered chest, she sighed softly, "Noxia... I saw your news in the newspaper some time ago. You have become so strong now. You must have suffered a lot in the headquarters.

?”

"It's not bad, haha. As you know, I have been drilled by my father since I was a child. What kind of hardships have I not suffered?"

Nuo Xia scratched her head, "I'm not used to it because you suddenly acted like this. I feel like the hairs on my back are about to stand up..."

Bellemel angrily pinched his chest, and the latter breathed a sigh of relief and let out a scream in response.

Well, this is just right.

"You've gotten a lot taller too."

Bellmer stood on tiptoes again, put his hands flat on his head and compared with the latter, "I used to be only more than half a head shorter than you, but now I can only reach your chest."

"Tell me about your life in the past two years?" She looked up at Nuo Xia and said with a smile.

"If you want to listen, I can talk all day long."

Nuo Xia shrugged, "That would be too much of a delay. How about I help you clean up the orchard and chat while we walk?"

"What do you mean you are helping me?" Bellemeier rolled his eyes at him, "Is this your orchard easy to cut?"

"Is there a difference?"

Nuo Xia looked at her innocently, "Besides, over the years, you've eaten at least ten times more oranges than I have, right?"

The girl's love for oranges was extraordinary. Nuo Xia remembered that when she was a child, Bellmere was sent to the dental clinic in a panic several times because her teeth ached due to excessive consumption of oranges.

snort.

Bellmere was too lazy to answer, picked up the oranges scattered on the ground one by one, threw a large pile of farm tools into Nosha's arms, and took the lead to walk deeper into the orange grove, ignoring the latter's whines.

The two of them walked one behind the other, and the morning light was filtered by the shade of the trees into countless fine spots of light, which fell on them.

From time to time, the sound of laughter and talk, accompanied by a faint refreshing orange fragrance, spread around.

This scene is as warm and bright as orange peel under the sun.

It's like an old, yellowed photo from many years ago.

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To be continued...