The night was deep, and the faint moonlight fell through the sky into the quaint room.
"Fish."
The wind seemed to be gentle, gently caressing the quiet and delicate sleeping face of the woman on the bed. and bring whose low and cool voice.
"Hmm."
She was in a daze, woke up suddenly, got up on the bed, and in a hurry, raised her hand and unintentionally waved off a tea cup on the small table next to her.
The "clang" tea cup fell to the ground and shattered into many pieces, and the crisp sound was unusually harsh in the night.
There was a knock at the door and the man's voice: "What's wrong with Xiaoyu?"
Chu Yu rubbed his eyebrows, got up from the bed, opened the door, and muttered apologetically to the visitor: "Ah, Brother Yi, I'm fine, I just had a dream." ” The handsome young scholar who stood at the door of her room with a robe and an oil lamp had a pair of good-looking eyes, and the woman rubbed her eyes before meeting, lazily not like a fish, but like "You're like this, it's like a cat who just dreamed, what, what did you dream about" Feng Yi looked at Chu Yu and smiled, raised his hand and gently knocked on her forehead.
Chu Yu covered his forehead and couldn't help muttering: "Oh, Lao Hu likes to knock on my head, you also like to knock on my head, if you knock again, you will become stupid, no matter how smart you are, it is not good to marry a daughter-in-law with an old and stupid sister every day."
When Feng Yi heard this, he smiled: "Okay, don't be poor, go to bed early late at night, and Ming'er will get up early to see the silk harvest." ” Chu Yu nodded, looked at the candle flame dancing in his hand, and suddenly remembered something: "Brother Yi, you said, it's been seven years since we fled to Lingnan."
Feng Yi looked at the woman in front of her, under the candlelight, her long hair and shawl, her eyebrows were lazy, her skin became more and more delicate and delicate, and her pretty appearance had not changed at all because of the passage of time, still like the teenage girl when she first met.
He looked at her and smiled slowly: "Yes, it has been seven years and eight months since we left Yunzhou, Grandpa Wu has gone, Lao Hu and the sister-in-law of the Hu family have given birth to Lin'er, and now Lin'er is three years old, I still haven't married, and you are still unmarried." ” Chu Yu looked at the gentle man in front of him speechlessly: "I said, I just asked for a time, not for you to make a report on the current situation for me, you don't have to be so careful." ” Feng Yi paused, held the lamp and looked at her room: "Do you want to talk?"
Chu Yu glanced at him with big eyes, smiled, and got out of the way: "I've known you for so many years, you still know what my mood is at a glance, and you still keep the pedantic etiquette of Confucius and Mencius, come in." ” Feng Yi followed her into the door with the lamp, and did not forget to say: "The gentleman is rude and ignores, talking in front of the woman's door in the middle of the night is already a melon field and plum, if I am really pedantic, I will not bring it in to talk to you." ” Feng Yi put down the lamp, went to open the closet of Chu Yu's room familiarly, rolled up his sleeves, took two cheap celadon cups and a teapot out, went to the stove to bring hot water, and then took out a small bag wrapped in oil paper from the bedside shelf, after opening it, he used the small clip inside to take a few dried flowers and put them in the teapot.
Chu Yu looked at his skillful movements, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Yes, yes, you are a villain, but you are satisfied, but in my room, what do you not know?"
As she spoke, she sat on the edge of the bed arrogantly, raised her hand and took a chopstick from her scattered hair, and pulled it into a bun on the top of her head at will.
Over the years, Feng Yi has followed her and taken care of her all the way, more like a brother than Lao Hu, who loves to nag like a father, Brother Yi'er, or like an excellent housekeeper, everything is well organized for her.
Feng Yi looked at her, and then pushed the flower tea in his hand over: "Don't drink leaf tea at night, lest you can't sleep, just warm up your body with flower tea." ” Although it is not yet cold in autumn, the temperature has dropped at night.
Chu Yu took a sip of tea and squinted his eyes: "Well, it's comfortable." ” Looking at her appearance, Feng Yi also picked up the teacup and took a sip, lowering his eyelashes: "Why did you suddenly remember that Yunzhou was here, but what did you dream about?"
Chu Yu raised his hand to support his cheeks, leaning on the small table next to the bed, but his eyes fell on the window that was illuminated by the white moonlight, and said lightly: "Well, I dreamed of that person." ” Feng Yi paused and said lightly: "He can't find us, not to mention that he has no reason to look for us." ” Chu Yu tugged at the corner of his lower lip lightly, and said a little absentmindedly: "Yes, the map on my back was sent to him, if he can't solve the secret of the hidden sea chart by himself, it has nothing to do with us." ” Feng Yi looked at the woman beside him, and suddenly said lightly: "Are you here, do you miss the past?"
Chu Yu paused, his expression was a little melancholy, and then he smiled: "No, I just felt it for a while, after all." ” She paused: "Who will miss those thrilling days and nights." ” Feng Yi raised his eyes, and there was a strange look between Sven's eyebrows: "Really?"
Chu Yu smiled: "Yes." ” Feng Yi didn't say anything more, lowered his head, and elegantly finished the tea in the celadon cup.
After Feng Yi left, Chu Yu got up, slowly pushed open the window, and looked at the crescent moon in the sky with a somewhat confused expression.
Yes, nostalgic.
Those thrilling days But when I dream back at midnight, I will occasionally think of a pair of shallow amber eyes, or as clear as spring water, which can see the bottom at a glance, or as deep and cold as the sea in the dark night.
"Little aunt."
It seems that you can still hear the gentle crying voice of the young man in white, and you can vaguely see the cold and unpredictable eyes of the man, but it seems that he can deeply entrap the person in it, imprison it, and not move.
Like this round of white moonlight, I don't know if it is cold or gentle.
She still remembers the demons in her heart when she escaped from the Wind and Smoke Mountain That year, on the Wind and Smoke Mountain, a fire broke out, and she used a trick to put down the person whose brain had returned to normal.
She still remembered that she looked condescendingly and coldly at the unconscious sleeping beauty on the ground, slowly clenched the wooden stick in her hand, stared fixedly at the unfading scar on Qin Sheng's head, and the strange and inexplicable thoughts in her mind were hovering in her mind If the person who wakes up is an immortal, will everything return to its original state?
Some thoughts, knowing that they are ridiculous, cannot be discarded.
This is probably the so-called inner demon.
She made a move, in exchange for a glimmer of life, in exchange for a relative who only misses her, so that she will not be embattled and displaced.
So what about this time If she strikes again, will she not have to be chased and killed, she will not have to be displaced, she will not have to be worried all day long, and she will no longer have to worry about being skinned And then the warm-hearted and gentle young man will be with him for a long time The thought grew like vines in the wilderness, and a desolate mist slowly appeared in her eyes.
She finally raised her hand almost uncontrollably, and the wooden stick in her hand instantly drew a beautiful but very fierce arc from the highest point, and smashed it hard at the old wound on the head of the person lying on the ground "Bang" Blood splattered on her face in an instant.
The heat and blood burned her eyes, and the hand holding the wooden stick raised again froze in the air.
She instantly became excited, and the whole person came to her senses, and she looked at the beauty on the ground who was knocked sideways by her and had blood on her forehead.
His pale but familiar and delicate face instantly coincided with the appearance of the young man who was bloodstained on his shoulders but hugged him tightly that night, as if he had opened his faint amber eyes and looked at her blankly.
"Little aunt, I hurt."
Chu Yu's body trembled fiercely, where could he still hold the wooden stick in his hand, and the wooden stick fell to the ground instantly.
"Bang Dang" Stirring up the falling snow flakes, Chu Yu sighed lowly, and rubbed his eyebrows a little crying.
Probably today, I have been fighting wits and courage with people, and after fighting with the Gong family, I embroidered Aunt Jin, after fighting Aunt Jin, and then I fought with Gong Shaochen, and finally I was stimulated by the third master of Qin who woke up.
Such a stupid and ridiculous idea could have been born.
A coincidental move changed for a good result, but she regarded coincidence as the norm, which was really confused In the end, she escaped with the Huo family sisters, and it was rare to have a smooth journey, and after going down the mountain, she hid in Tibet, and coincidentally saved the bullied Wu Lao'er and Feng Yi, and formed a good fate.
Feng Yizhen is really a strategist, on the way to escape that year, he did not help her with advice, avoided the round-up of Yaosi's group, and lived in seclusion in Lingnan with their family, and lived for so many years.
Chu Yu sighed lightly and said to himself: "I thought I was a down-and-out nobleman, a scholar brother with a deep mind and a heart for revenge, but I didn't want to be my companion for so long.
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I don't know what he thinks. ” Chu Yu's mind was full of imagination, and he suddenly remembered that he would have to get up early tomorrow, so he closed the window again and rested and slept.
Outside the door, the cool breeze blew in the autumn night, Feng Yi was wearing an old robe, carrying a basin of water, but suddenly pushed open the door and appeared in the courtyard.
He looked up at the moonlight and said coldly: "It is deeper and heavier, the autumn is cold, and the small temple can't accommodate the big gods, but please return to Erqionglou Yuyu as soon as possible, no matter where you pass by, don't be nostalgic for the world." ” As he spoke, he raised his hand and spilled the basin of water.
"Wow" Then he turned and went back to his room.
The courtyard was still quiet, and I don't know when a cold and elegant snow-white figure quietly appeared in the forest outside the courtyard, like a fairy illusion condensed by moonlight.
The green shadow behind him was sufficient, and a cold voice sounded: "Lord." ” The fairy stared quietly at the small window in the courtyard for a moment, his eyes were as clear as glass, and he raised his hand lightly: "Let's go." ” The man in Tsing Yi, who had a pair of peach blossom eyes, glanced coldly at the courtyard: "Yes." ” The cool breeze passed, and the night was quiet, as if no one had ever come.
From twilight, look at the sunset on the horizon Trance reminds me of your face After all, looking back, it is inevitable to increase sentimentality Sigh softly, our good times The stars fall into the eyes at night Pick up a piece of soft light The breeze shimmered by the candlelight No one appreciates the solo dance Leave the petals fluttering in the wind.
Love Word: k ------Off topic------ I have always wanted to write, if the two really pass by, what kind of life will Chu Yu, Qin Sheng, and Gong Shaochen live.
So I wrote it, overturning yesterday's article, but because I felt that Xiao Yuer would not be with Gong Er.
Well, this story of your life you live, I live my life, it's not over yet, it's still at 6 p.m. on Sunday t1706231537: