Chapter 1753

Gu Xiaoai raised his head and saw that Luo ya'er was standing at the door, standing alone, not coming forward, just looking at them, lonely.

Gu Xiaoai threw away Li Jue Feng's hand and ran out.

"Gu Xiaoai"

Li Jue Feng immediately caught up with him.

Gu Xiaoai rushed into a room, locked, and then ran out through another door. Gu Xiaoai ran out of the castle and ran forward without thinking.

In front of my eyes, Li Jue Feng was sitting by the bed and dressing

How can she choose that time to go? If she doesn't go, everything will be gone. She still hides as before, and nothing will be seen?

If you can't see... There will be no heartache

Gu Xiaoai ran forward, breathing quickly.

In the garden, an old man stood in front of the desk under the umbrella with a crutch in one hand. The desk was covered with four treasures of study. The old man was writing with a pen.

It's the old gardener she saw last time.

Gu Xiaoai's mind is very confused, looking at his old hand holding a pen to ink on the paper, Gu Xiaoai breathes heavily.

fancies of men of letters.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is a good way to broaden the mind and stabilize the mood.

"I'm sorry, old man. Please lend me a pen and paper."

Gu Xiaoai ran over without thinking, grabbed the brush in the old man's hand, dipped in ink and wrote "Jing" on the paper.

She wants to be quiet

She wants to calm down... She wants to forget what she just saw, she wants to forget, forget... Her heart won't hurt.

The old man looked at her in amazement and stood aside on crutches.

Gu Xiaoai wrote down Jingzi on the paper. After finishing one, he left it and continued to write.

But my heart is still in pain. It hurts so much that she wants to cry

Gu Xiaoai bit his lip and wrote on the paper with all his life. He didn't care about the ink in his hand, but the picture was just in front of him.

It can't go away.

The picture of Li juefeng dressing beside the bed is like a poisonous insect trying to invade her bones, so that she can't get rid of it

She doesn't think, doesn't think, she doesn't think about anything

The lip is bitten, Gu Xiaoai also imperceptible, desperately in writing.

"Calligraphy is not venting."

The voice of hoarseness, turbidness and old age rang out beside her.

Gu Xiaoai's brush fell on the paper, leaving a mass of black ink. He turned his eyes and looked at the past. The old man stood beside her and watched her.

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

Gu Xiaoai wakes up and looks at the paper ball thrown away by her. She feels embarrassed immediately. "I'll pay you a set of four treasures of the study."

"There is no shortage here." The old man looked at her and said, with his hands folded on the crutches. Unlike the gardener last time, this time the old man was wearing a white martial arts training suit, which was quite old-fashioned.

"Sir, do you have a cold? The sound is very rusty

The old man's voice sounds like a stream of unnatural sand, with a heavy nasal sound.

Gu Xiaoai wiped his hands casually with a paper towel on one side and helped the old man sit down on the chair on the other side.

"Well, I have a bad cold. I have a bad throat." Said the old man, pressing his throat.

"Then I'll help you go back to rest. It's not good for you to have a cold blowing outside." Gu Xiaoai said quickly.

The old man looked at her deeply. After a while, he shook his head. "I just like the sun outside."

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Gu Xiaoai takes a look at the sunshade. She has had enough of the sun

"Are you... Upset?" The old man sat on the chair and asked in a thick nasal voice.