Chapter 234

Perhaps seeing the complex look of Flowing Clouds on Pan Zhuqing's face, Fu Yun carefully asked softly, "brother pan... What's on your mind?"

Pan Zhuqing was temporarily liberated from his heart“ No, just a little tired. "

Fu Yun saw that there was a strong color of fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes. He couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart: "brother pan, I'd better go back early to have a rest. I can go back myself."

"If brother pan likes it, I'll make some sachets for you according to the prescription." She hung her head and only dared to look at the small carpet in front of her and his soap faced and white boots. She didn't know that she was red at the moment. In fact, she was very beautiful.

"Thank you." Pan Zhuqing, who missed the Hongxia, leaned on the cushion, lazily stretched his shoulders, and unconsciously closed his eyes while taking advantage of the bumps of the carriage and the aroma that calmed him.

Several girls once said a topic when chatting and joking - what would they do if they were locked up with their sweetheart by chance?

Du ruotong said that she might want to prevent her sweetheart from teasing and plotting at any time

The sixth aunt said she would complete a human portrait

Gong Yueyue's answer is yellow and violent, let alone

Only Fu Yun's answer is that she doesn't know.

Fortunately, everyone didn't embarrass her at that time. Everyone knows who her sweetheart is. Locked up alone with pan Zhuqing... What can you do and what can you do? It seems that she really can't decide

At this moment, although it is slightly different from the setting of the topic, it can be regarded as the same. In this small and airtight space, there was a sweetheart sitting opposite. Their knees were almost close enough to touch each other.

Pan Zhuqing will not tease and plot against her, let alone let her draw a human portrait for herself. As for the yellow violence in Gong Mei's population, Fu Yunlian has no courage to imagine.

She only stared at him and enjoyed the rare time. Occasionally, memories of them flashed in her mind

Fu Yun was only five years old when he first entered Pan's house. At that time, she lived a carefree life and was lively and cheerful. Everything was fresh, especially for her father's bottles and cans. When she grabbed them, she didn't want to put them down. It's inevitable to break things and make trouble.

Her father was so angry that he wanted to catch her and teach her a lesson. In the backyard of the pan house, he ran back and forth for their father and daughter.

"Don't run! Come back! This smelly girl is getting worse and worse! "

Seeing her father's scolding getting closer and closer, she really didn't have the strength to run down, so she pushed open a door by the path and slipped in without hesitation.

At that time, it was winter, the house was warm by the stove, as comfortable as spring, and the air was full of elegant ink. She looked around. Behind the huge desk sat a young man, sitting at his desk and writing, handsome and quiet, just like coming out of a picture.

Before she could appreciate it more, there were loud footsteps outside the door. Seeing that the boy didn't look up at her from beginning to end, she simply crossed her heart, drilled behind the desk and hid herself behind him.

Dad arrived in an instant. But he didn't come in. He just stood at the door and asked the boy politely, "Zhuqing... Writing?"

The young man got up, looked up and politely saluted his elders: "Uncle Fu, what's up?"

"Has anyone just come in?"

Fu Yun covered his mouth and heart, waiting for the boy's answer. She didn't really think how terrible her father was, but somehow she didn't want to be betrayed and betrayed by the "fairy in the picture".

"Zhuqing didn't see it." He answered faintly. Let Fu Yunchang behind him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, don't bother."

Hearing the sound of dad's footsteps drifting away, Fu Yuncai climbed out from behind the chair. I just wanted to lower my head and dust my knees, but I found that the room was covered with thick carpets everywhere, and the place I looked at was cleaner than her face.

She smiled pleasantly and thanked the calm young man: "thank you, big brother, for cheating my father, or yun'er will be punished today."

The other party didn't receive her thanks, but sat back, looked down at his words, and replied coldly, "I didn't lie. When I concentrated on writing, I didn't see anything, including you."

She picked her eyebrows and turned the corners of her mouth. Suddenly I found that the words he had just written in his hand were as good as him“ Big brother's words are so beautiful! "

She admired it from the bottom of her heart. At this age, I have seen my father and many uncles with ink in their stomachs write. No one has ever been more eye-catching than the boy's handwriting“ Who says that an inch of grass heart can repay three spring... Big brother, what's this word? " She recited silently, but she was embarrassed to find that her level was limited and made a fool of herself.

"Get out." He still spit out two words coldly.

She was even more puzzled: "go out for the third spring? What does that mean... "

He didn't speak any more and didn't give orders to leave. Instead, he arranged his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wiped his hands with silk, then went to the clothes hanger, copied a fox skin cloak, wrapped his slender but not yet open young body under his fur, left a back, walked out of the warm house alone and stepped into the cold winter

After a long time, Fu Yun knew that it was pan Zhuqing's mother's death day. After a long time, she knew how fragile his heart was under his cold and hard appearance that day.

Just as Gong Yueyue recalled when he first saw Jiang Haoran. No matter how much embarrassment there was at that time, no matter how different Fu Yun is from that time, every time she thinks of the scene in the warm bookstore that day, she still excites her mind and smiles. From time to time, she couldn't laugh or cry and mocked herself in her heart: "who said inch grass heart, reported three spring to go out... Fu Yun, Fu Yun, you are the first fool in the world."

Now the man in front of him has faded, and his body and mind are stretched like branches. It seems that everyone, everything, can no longer hurt him. The melancholy boy who cherished his mother's feelings with ink in the cabin is now a soldier armed to his heart.

She felt a little wet at the thought of this. Is he really as strong as he shows?

His figure was hit on the wall of the carriage beside her by the sunset. She leaned silently as if she had been cursed... "I dare not expect anything, just lean on your shoulder. Even if it's just your shadow... "She thought sweetly and bitterly, and finally closed her eyes with satisfaction.

She would not have thought that she had just missed the rare look of amazement when he opened his eyes.

"Am I so good?" A few minutes later, her dream was awakened by his cold words. When he opened his eyes, he was sitting and looking straight at his face.

"I'm not a good man. I am a broom star. Since I was a child, people all over the world know. I killed one woman after another who was good to me. All the so-called just acts I do have another purpose. So yun'er, don't waste your feelings on me. You can't afford to lose. "

What he said was cruel but sincere. Spreading his scars to refuse others, in fact, his pain is more severe than Fu Yun. However, all this, perhaps only he himself can understand.

The carriage soon stopped at the door of Zhao's house. Pan Zhuqing took the lead in getting off the carriage and helped Fu Yun down with a special gentleman. When he was about to set foot on his way home, he heard Fu Yun gently call him behind him: "brother pan..."

He silently turned around, caught off guard, and ushered in a full hug.

Perhaps because of consternation, shock. Perhaps it was the trembling of the man in his arms that made him feel a little impatient... In short, he didn't push her away, but let her arms tighten him more and more. It was so tight that he even couldn't breathe. It was so tight that he found that his heartbeat was about to go wrong.

Courage, once the gate is opened, is out of control. Just like Fu Yun at the moment, his mind is blank. He just thinks that he must not be separated. So she used all her strength to turn this gentle, warm and comfortable move into "violent imprisonment".

Her face almost sank into his chest. His heartbeat was so close that every palpitation close to him made her feel inexplicable heartache“ You... Are right. You are a... Terrible bad man. It's the only one in the world... The only one I want to hug. " When she heard her voice, she found that she could not speak and lingered, but what did that matter?

She refused to let go, and he froze in her arms. The carriage of Gong Yueyue's four people had been waiting at the entrance of the alley for a long time, and they were unaware of it.

"Miss Fu is really... Brave..." Tian Hai's chin is falling off. Is this still the Fu Yun he knows? The possibility of saying three more words to her on weekdays is very low. No wonder the young grandmother sometimes says, "this is a face watching world!"

Gong Yueyue and Xiaomei said in unison, "Shh, shut up and don't disturb them."

Happy time always flies. Fu Yun held pan Zhuqing from sunset to night. The four people in the carriage were also happy to see it.

People came in and out of the Zhao family one after another, but when they looked at the two from a distance, especially when they saw the real face of the hero, they all consciously avoided in a big circle. Pan Zhuqing's coachman had climbed into the carriage to take shelter from the wind. Everyone has curiosity and gossip, but it also depends on who is the object of gossip.

"Kiss him... Kiss him... Kiss him... Kiss him..." Gong Yueyue shouted low in the carriage. He just wanted to rush up and stick their heads together.

But the results are always disappointing. Zhao Xiong's carriage roared. Fu Yun, like a deer, rushed into the gate of Zhao's house and stopped the emergency that should have ended in a better way.