Chapter 162

There was silence.

The sound of water rustles and drips away the time like an hourglass in the silent night.

Ning Yi "looks" at Feng Zhiwei's direction. He can't see anything clearly in her gray and fuzzy vision. However, he can imagine her present appearance, which is as if she stepped on the foot and pulled her hair indifferently when she first saw the ice lake in the mansion last winter and autumn.

Calm, defiant, with a bit of a bit of the dark rogue.

Some things, in fact, know that they can not be forced to do, but still try to do, even he himself does not understand why there are these actions, as if from meeting her and gradually understanding her, some things will be out of step, some thoughts will be out of control.

Listening to the rain at night, she was gentle and graceful in his arms. It was hard to forget that moment at a close distance. However, after going down the mountain, she changed her attitude of deference and remoteness, which made him suddenly want to do something and try to keep her in his arms at that moment.

She may not expect to possess at the moment, but she wants to make her understand her real self. She who is used to wearing a mask and often fails to understand the reality and illusion can face her heart once.

Ning Yi slowly raised his hand and stroked his face - sure enough, she was still that hateful and merciless of her, but he seemed to be a bit different from him.

The edge of the sword is calm and cool, just like the water in the bucket.

Suddenly heard her small sneeze, but gentle way: "Your Highness, be careful of catching cold, I help you out?"

Ning Yi lowered his eyes, and for a moment he had recovered his keen expression. He pushed her aside and leaped out of the water with a crash. He heard her breathing voice faintly, and jumped out of the bucket in a hurry.

The top of the head of the wind, soft bedding when the hood, her voice calm some, way: "I serve you to dress."

"No need." Ning Yi pushed her aside and stepped on the clothes on the ground. She didn't go back to the bed. She pulled her finger and fell into the curtain.

"You succeeded in threatening me." His figure behind the curtain is light, and his tone is more light and cool.

"It's just that I care about you."

After the curtain curtain, Ning Yi was silent again. Feng Zhiwei stood in the water for a long time, and gently moved the tub out.

Her internal injury was not healed, and she had some difficulty in moving. However, as soon as she opened the door, her hands reached out and took over.

"Thank you," she said with a smile

Master Gu lay on the steps outside the house and threw the bucket of water away. The bucket fell silent, and he did not make a sound.

Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised to find that he did not eat walnuts, and rarely did not sleep on the bed or high, but sleep in the door of Ning Yi, which he hated.

Feng Zhiwei looked back, his face was a little red - he had been there just now? All Do you hear that?

After thinking about it, he felt that it was really difficult to ask, and then he heard Gu Nan Yi say, "I'm sorry."

Feng knew that he was stunned. After a long time, he reflected that this was actually from Mr. Gu's mouth.

Does he feel sorry? She thought he didn't know how to use the word.

After a pause, she laughed and suddenly felt better. She took Gu Nan Yi and said, "don't sleep at the door of others. Go back to your room. Don't apologize to me. It's not your fault."

Gu Nan Yi let her pull away from Ning Yi's door, but her mouth stubbornly said, "I'm sorry."

"Well, well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Feng Zhiwei knows this one tendon, does not accept his words, perhaps he will say tomorrow morning to go, Gu Nan Yi but suddenly pointed to her and pointed to the tub, said: "don't give people to wash."

Feng Zhiwei was stunned, his face flushed.

Gu Nan Yi did not give up, pulling her to go to the door of helianzheng, said: "he is also."

Feng Zhiwei couldn't laugh or cry. She was afraid that he would not walk around like this in every room. She would have no face to see people in her life. She had to drag him to a small garden outside the yard and said, "no washing, no washing. Let's go to relax."

In autumn night, the sky is clear, the insects are low, and there is a faint fragrance of Osmanthus in the wind. Fengzhiwei finds a clean grassland and sits down, looks up at Gu Nan Yi and pats the ground with a smile.

She looked at him in a rather timid way, thinking that Mr. Gu would not sit on the ground because he was so resistant.

Who knows Gu Nan Yi looks down, unexpectedly sat down, although still separated by a person's distance, but has been the first time to make Feng Zhiwei dumbfounded.

This evening's Mr. Gu is a little abnormal

She courteously pulled out a sweet grass root, wiped it dry and handed it over. Mr. Gu took it and chewed it slowly.

The moon is delicate and beautiful, and the starlight is about to flow. The wind blows the veil of the man standing on the side, and there is a flicker of snow like jaw and moist red lips.

A piece of green grass pinched between the fingers, so the finger appears more white as bright jade.

He slightly tilted his head to eat sweet grass root posture, with this filthy earth rare naive pure and pure atmosphere, so that people walking in the world, feel that they are covered with dust.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt that he was such a dark hearted man sitting on the side of young master Gu, who was concentrating on eating grass roots. He was a little profane to him, so he consciously moved to the side.Master Gu immediately moved with him.

Feng knows that she's smiling and crying. Young master Gu is very cute tonight. She might as well talk about her heart.

After getting along for so long, knowing his quirks, knowing that he couldn't ask anything, she didn't try to test anything. The only time she tried, she was shocked by his powerful "I'm your man".

Tonight, the moon is very good, the flowers are very good, the grass is very sweet, young master is very good, shouldn't there be thunder?

"Why get lost?" Start with simple questions.

A simple question knocked down Mr. Gu. He stopped destroying the grass roots, looked up and thought carefully. After a long time, he said, "I can't remember."

Can't remember? How can I remember my martial arts?

"The roads are the same." Master Gu said slowly, "the road is chaotic, the face is broken, the cloth is rough, and the voice is noisy."

Feng Zhiwei is staring at him - is he talking about his feelings?

Is this the first time he's told people how he feels? All roads are the same chaotic, can not find the difference; all the faces are the same fragmented, need to be slowly pieced together to be complete; the clothes on the body, no matter how delicate the cloth will feel rough and abrasive, people around the voice, always messy noise in the ear.

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