"At that time, I was still teasing Mr. if it was a monk in the temple." Su Kui said with a smile, seeing that the person had already turned his head and looked at her, turned his eyes and asked, "Why?"
Mo Qianqiu shook his head, his eyes were clear and dark, "I just didn't expect you to remember," and remembered so clearly, thinking about this, the corner of his lips curled up with a light smile.
"Don't you remember, Mr.?" Su Kui asked back.
"Naturally—" Mo Qianqiu laughed, his eyelashes blew lightly, his eyes fell on the gleaming lake, and he spit out the next two words, "Remember."
Su Kui lazily leaned on the handrail of the wooden bridge, looked at him sideways, and said leisurely: "Sir like this, it finally brings a bit of human touch, the way before, I really believe that you are a monk. "
Hearing this, Mo Qianqiu was dumb.
I don't know who put half a bowl of fish food by the handrail, Mo Qianqiu took it easily, twisted a few grains of rice bran, and slowly threw it down, causing the koi in the lake to instantly gather together and jump up to grab food.
His tone is neither salty nor indifferent, and his voice is clearer, "I had the idea of becoming a monk, but the abbot said that I still have bonds in the world and refused to shave for me."
He once didn't know what this fetter was, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he has to sigh the abbot's vision.
He does, in this world, there are still fetters.
"Fetters?"
Su Kui laughed suddenly, her red lips frivolous, and she smiled with some interest.
"Does this fetters refer to people, objects, or knots that can't be put down?" Su Kui asked carelessly as slender fingers slowly traversed the texture of the handrail and rotated in circles along the texture.
Mo Qianqiu didn't hide it, and replied: "People."
In a short word, everything is clearly stated.
"Where is that person? Who is it?" Su Kui just wanted to break the casserole and asked to the end, insisting on asking him to tell why.
A long sigh sounded.
Then he faced a pair of clear and moist eyes, with helplessness in his eyes, "Far in the sky, close in front of my eyes." He has never liked lying, and if he doesn't want to say anything, then he will shut up.
With this little thought, Mo Qianqiu didn't feel ashamed, so naturally there was nothing to hide.
"Oh—" Su Kui suddenly realized, "So it's like this."
She raised her eyebrows, her eyes were smiling, and she was full of amorous feelings. "Quickly, when someone put me in her heart, I don't even know."
Such a straightforward girl.
Mo Qianqiu shook his head, his eyes filled with smiles. She is always different from those people. If an ordinary woman hears this, she will be a little bit ashamed not to say that she will treat him as a disciple.
But this person is obviously not that kind of person, a pair of eyes full of autumn water are smiling, black and white, like a Wang Qingquan, without the slightest concealment.
Like is like, dislike, and it will be expressed directly.
He thought about it seriously, but he didn't know where to start. The two have not had much contact. The few contacts between the two can always find new differences in her, which is novel and arouses the desire to explore.
"Think about it carefully, I don't even know when to start." Mo Qianqiu was a little helpless, "I say this, don't you think it's perfunctory?"
Su Kui supported his chin with one hand, and when he heard this, he shook his head, "No, probably since the last life, you have a good impression of me."
She looked like a rascal, and she finally showed a little bit of her little daughter's beauty.