Chapter 333

The two waiters bowed out, Li Jing's face was stiff, his lips trembled, and his expression was hard to see.

Yao Guang sneered, wiped his lips and slowly raised his head. "If you want to see it, you can stay and see it clearly." After a pause, he added, "it's just that you'll have to clean it up for a while."

It seems to be a mantra that reminds Li Jing of the woman who died in huanguan.

It's terrible.

Empty hole a pair of eyes, loose open silent despair.

That's what men said then.

Step by step, he withdrew very slowly. Suddenly, he felt cold, and his eyebrows were covered with frost, which was as cold as the freezing of blood inch.

Yao Guang embraces Sanskrit again. The girl is a little thin and weak, and her body is loosely held in the arms by him. At this moment, I don't know whether the medicine is acting. It has gradually warmed up and is close to his chest.

There were fine old wounds between her neck, like the blemish of porcelain.

He gently kisses the girl's wet hair on the temples, and the water lines around him are sparkling with the girl's struggle. There was a mass of numbness in her heart, a fire burning in her cheeks, and she could see nothing clearly.

The drug is domineering. She had lost everything, but she still knew it was wrong now.

He held her hand, taught her to write with her pen, recited poems with her, and told stories of snowstorm in frontier fortress.

He is a man of letters.

How can How could they?

His clear-cut hand at the moment, a little closer to her, will break the boundary maintained by two people.

"Sir, don't ask for..." Sanskrit grabbed the man's hand and shook his head desperately. He was crying, "Sir, you can see clearly that I am Sanskrit, sir..."

"You are good."

The only reply I got was this sentence, a low, long tone, steeped in a whisper.

Yao Guang was provoked by the trivial resistance of this idea, and felt the blood flowing wildly. He didn't like it. "Sanskrit, you like me, don't you?"

Sanskrit was stunned, as if he had been put into a fixed body mantra. His eyelashes, which were like butterfly wings, trembled slightly. His teeth bit a piece of blood on his lips. After a long time, he struggled and said, "I... but this is not right." As she shook her head, she couldn't stop tears. "It's not right... It's not right...

" why not? I like Sanskrit very much The man said low, will slender fingers around the tip of her hair, slightly curled in the palm, "Sanskrit should be familiar with poetry, love is love, which is the difference between high and low?"

Sanskrit was held by her, but she broke away from her left and right. She bit the man's shoulder blade by the clavicle. She tried again and again until she tasted the warm salty blood between her lips and teeth. She felt afraid and wanted to cry. Tears drop down one by one.

The pain is like a thin blade, cut all the past warmth, connected with the last rational string, burst.

Pain actually let Sanskrit give birth to a third of desolate soberness, the whole body a stiff, almost forget the struggle.

It turned out that the special gifts she thought had never been different.

She had never been different to him.

The dense pool water, like the enchanting Mandala sprouting flowers. There were ferocious scabs on his back, which fluctuated up and down with his movements, like the claws and teeth of the beast after he woke up.

Her scattered hair soaked in the pool, layers of halo open, like a point of blue and white ink, half cover the gorgeous scene of the two people. The thin cloud layer is misty and the moon is still curling up in the medicine pool. Everything is like a flower in the mirror, which is real and illusory.

The pool temperature gradually faded, the sound of water and human voice slowly stopped.

When Yao Guang's energy was exhausted, he also came to his senses. The man in his arms was unconscious and fell into his arms. Every part of his body was the trace of his happiness.

There seems to be a sense of regret in his heart, and he was distressed.

She rubbed the girl's hair like guilt, but she was soon taken over by a kind of unspeakable, deep and dark pleasure. She laughed again and again, her eyes were flat, and she returned to the pure and elegant appearance.

What he has been trying to get, what he has been unable to say, has finally come to him.

Sanskrit had a long dream.

The dream was beautiful and strange, as if she had experienced all the ups and downs of joys and sorrows, but she had no eyes and was indifferent to the noise.

Finally, she wore a complicated red dress, and the beads and hairpins were jingling between the temples. She turned around in the light of the fire and saw a vague figure. She waved to her with a crane cloak and wide sleeves and a high cornice. Before she touched it, it disappeared with the fire.

Wake up. She slowly opened her eyes, a ray of light suddenly reflected in her eyes, and then quickly closed her eyebrows. The light red gradually faded away, and the female voice in her ear said politely, "Sanskrit, are you awake? Sit up? I'll help you

Sanskrit did not answer. He held the bed with one hand and brushed his face with the other. He blocked the light of the day outside the window. He swept around empty and knew where he was.

With her eyebrows and eyes closed, she slowly stretched out her hand. Her wrist was wrapped up carefully. Layers of white gauze suddenly laughed. She fell on the side of the couch with no strength. Wan'er quickly helped her and sat down on the side. "Do you still hurt?"The voice of Sanskrit became stiff. Wan'er regretted his words, lowered his head in panic and looked at Sanskrit.

The girl's face was pale, and her lips were pale and bloodless, as if she had seen through the snow. Eyebrows, eyelashes floating fine dust, pupil not half of the mood, the water green long shirt is very wide, loose and loose on the body, like wood carving. The original aura could not be seen.

Wan'er corrected the error for a long time, carefully looked at his face and said, "Sanskrit, I know you are not happy now. I am also a clumsy tongue. I didn't know what to say, but..."

"But it's true, sir, to be different from others."

Sanskrit looked up and laughed. The old scab on the lip was not healed, suddenly burst out of a small wound, blood slowly exuded a small piece, she, "different Ha, what a difference. He was very kind to me. He saved my life, so... "

Looking at Wan'er directly, her look was almost helpless. She asked, "he should treat me like this. Should I be grateful? Ah! "

Wan'er hung her head and her nose was sour. She forced herself to smile. She did not dare to forget the mission of this trip. But the consolation seemed empty and powerless, "don't be sad Sanskrit, I beg you not to be sad, OK? If you really want to cry, you can cry, but don't cry too long and hurt your body... "

"Wan'er, you say, I'm not a clean man? You said I was... " Before the words were finished, a tear bead fell first. She hated but simply wiped it away, followed by another. She raised her hand to cover her face, but in vain, tears gradually spilled from her fingers and ran down the thin wrist bone.

Suddenly the door opened, and the thin shadow stepped in and whispered, "Wan'er, are you awake? I told you to... "

Before arriving at the glass screen, a big cry came from inside, "don't come in, don't come in, don't come in..."

Thin shadow stopped. She didn't dare to offend Sanskrit, but she didn't dare to go back to Yaoguang. After a long time of embarrassment, Wan'er whispered, "sister Shuying, you can go, and Sanskrit wakes up. Most of the time, she is very empty and has no strength to see her husband."

Thin shadow low here, bow back.

At the door stood an old maid, looking at the thin shadow, with a sad look on her face, she retreated and said, "is that the one inside? How do you stay in your side room? "

"She was a girl in the imperial girls' garden. She was reluctant to serve him. Now it's very noisy. I let Haosheng coax him. Alas, what can I do? This is not a gas-efficient granny. "

That year, the elder maid seemed to take a look of scorn and sneer, "what kind of pretty girl do you think you are? They are all for the family members of the imperial daughter's garden... "

Words not finished, thin film busy cover mouth, "Lotus sister said less than two good, this is not our servants can chew the tongue."

The words are ringing under the window, not light or heavy, a trace of it is into the ears of Sanskrit.