Watching her gradually disappear, as every time I met, she left first.
Cui Pan's shoulders collapsed weakly and his eyes were complicated. Before Yan Xi's figure disappeared, he raised his voice: "Yan Xi, will you really come back? Tell me."
Wuxi paused, then looked back and smiled, "Naturally, my home is here, and my friends—"
Cui Pan felt relieved, her smile was too gentle, her tone was calm, she did not feel melancholy at parting. Like every time she did, she seemed to just go back to eat a meal, buy a few pieces of fabric on the street, and meet her next time.
It's too common.
She is like this, she seems to be kind and close to everyone, but in fact she is the most indifferent.
In April, in the sun, the sun is like fire.
A woman in plain clothes and white shirt holds a well-behaved and beautiful cat in her arms, holding an umbrella with one hand, and strolling along the banks of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
On the lake, there are teenagers playing boating and young women washing clothes by the river. Although ordinary, it is full of the atmosphere of the market.
Yan Xi bends her lips, and feels deeply that it is a good suggestion to leave the underworld where she has lived for 20 years and take a walk to Yangjian.
When she first arrived, Yan Xi was not too used to the sun in the sun, so the exposure of Chiguoguo to the light, as if to hide any filthy things from nowhere. Yan Xi, who was accustomed to the darkness of the underworld, was really tortured, and only recently did he adapt.
Visitors only feel that the woman under the umbrella is slim and blue. However, her face was completely hidden under the umbrella, making people want to get a glimpse of her beautiful face, but she still couldn't help it.
As if to cater to the ideas of the tourists, Feng Xi finally felt that walking on a sunny day, holding the umbrella, was too weird, the umbrella surface was lifted up, revealing a sharp lower jaw and half of a pale lips. Just as she was about to close her umbrella, a gust of wind came from somewhere, and her umbrella was blown out abruptly.
She was shocked. This was the only thing she brought from the underworld around her. If it was lost again, and it rained in the future, wouldn't she have to pay another money for an umbrella
When it was in the sun, I knew it was not easy to make money.
Yang Jian has a lot of restraints on women, obeys the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, and remembers not to show up. It is tedious and cumbersome. It is a headache to say that Wuxi, who has always considered himself extremely patience.
With eyes fast and hand fast, the wind passed, and the oil-paper umbrella swayed half a circle in the air. She stepped forward and trot forward, the corners of her skirt fluttered, reaching out to hold the umbrella handle.
"Uh… "
Yan Xi was stunned, her hands were warm, she raised her eyes, and the silver turbidity drilled uneasy in her arms. The pale lips tightened unconsciously, she loosened it and wanted to hold the umbrella handle, but instead she grasped a hand with a large, well-knotted palm, and stood up straight.
"Thank you, son, this is me..." Thinking of going to the village to do as usual, I hurriedly changed my words, "This is the little girl's umbrella, can you please return it?"
The visitor was dressed in a snow-colored robe, not stained with half dust, and combed Taoist's head. With a sword in one hand, the sword eye Hanxing, with a serious smile.
The distinct facial features are as good as those carved by the best craftsman in the world. I can't tell how beautiful they are. I just think this face is on a man, so it's very easy to see.
I don't know which trail came down from the mountain, but it looks like a disaster. The expression was too cold, and the look in her eyes looked like revenge.
Yan Xi touched her face unconsciously, blinked her eyelashes, and asked softly, "My son, what is the dirt on the little girl's face? Why are you staring at me?"