"You..." Wen Rou was in a trance, looking at Ren Yue beside him.
Why is he here
Hadn't he been in Zuixian Tower just now
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.
How could he recite this poem
"Miss Wen's soup should be called lovesickness." Ren Yue's calm and indifferent voice had been echoing in Gentle's ears just now in the Drunken Immortal Tower.
Acacia! How did he know that my soup was originally called Acacia!
Gentle raised a pair of teary eyes, in the blurred vision, the young man dressed in white in front of him was still the same leisurely and innocent look back then.
Under the warm sun in early spring, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, turning into an elegant arc, and his eyes were clean and distant. The black pupils are so pure, like a bottomless pool of water, faintly shimmering with clear waves.
He looks, but it seems that he is not looking at anything; he looks, but he seems to be able to see through the tender heart.
The breeze suddenly picked up, and passed between Ren Yue and Gentleman. After a burst of coolness, Ren Yue's lazy hair was slowly carried by, and the black hair was weakly blown by the wind behind him, and it spread out softly , Against his snow-white clothes, fluttering lightly, like a white butterfly from the sky, with its wings spread, looking into this empty and complicated world.
"Who are you?" Gentle was full of doubts, why after rebirth, Ren Yue would always appear by his side whenever he was frustrated, lonely, or troubled.
Full of words, could it be that it wasn't just me who was reborn on that snowy night in the previous life? Is Ren Yue not dead
So, all along, from the first acquaintance to the lovesickness that blurted out now, could it be that Ren Yue already knew it well, but kept pretending to be indifferent
Suddenly a small surprise burst out of Wen Rou's heart, like a spring, bubbling, ready to come out.
In an instant, he was suppressed heavily by a bitter anger.
If so. Didn't he have been tricked for real
The most familiar stranger is simply an old acquaintance!
"Miss Wen's question is so strange, don't tell me you don't remember the effort of a bowl of soup?" Ren Yue smiled again, so polite and unhurried, so elegant and elegant.
He always looks like he doesn't care about anything, his expression is indifferent, even though the tenderness has been turbulent, he is still calm. It's no wonder that soldiers from the previous life came to the city. The blade is ahead. Still deal with it calmly. In Ren Yue's view, such a gentle questioning is just a circle of small ripples on the calm lake, although it is a circle. But after a while, it merged into the wide lake again.
At this moment, his hair and clothes were disheveled by the raging wind, but his charm was still intact.
"You really don't recognize me?" The gentle voice trembled suddenly, and the clear eyes seemed to be terrified and helpless as if the surface of the water had been wrinkled by a strong wind.
"Of course Ren Yue recognizes Miss Wen, but he just doesn't understand why she said that." He answered with a polite smile again, obviously gentle and elegant, bright and tactful. But perseveringly, there is always a feeling of being frozen thousands of miles away.
"The lovesickness just now..." Wen Rou continued to ask without giving up.
"The lovesickness of the girl just now, the emotion has leaped above the skill, but Ren Yue is not talented, and he has not tasted the joy of the girl's cooking skills in the past. There is a faint sadness in it." Ren Yue lightly twirled his flying hair Si, rolled up his sleeves, and said lightly.
"You know lovesickness?" Wenrou was surprised and delighted, and she stepped forward to hold Ren Yue's sleeve tightly.
"That's Wang Wei's poem about things, Brother Ling should know about it too." Ren Yue had a smile in his eyes, a little warm and kind, not like he used to treat those secular people, although he was smiling, but What I saw was disdain and ridicule.
"My brother?" Gentle repeated Ren Yue's words.
And why didn't she know that this was Wang Wei's poem, and it was just that when she was dying in the previous life, she and the lovesickness in this life are the same person, but it seems like a yin and yang.
Does he really not remember
Looking at Ren Yue tenderly, the contradictions and entanglements in his heart are, on the one hand, the impulse to expect him to be reborn with him, and on the other hand, the loss after asking questions that were not answered.
Ren Yue never deceived himself, neither in his previous life nor in this life.
Ren Yue never lied to the sadness of life and death in the previous life;
In the short few months of acquaintance and acquaintance in this life, Mr. Pianpian, who is like jade on the road, naturally will not deceive.
Then there is only one explanation, that is, Ren Yue is Ren Yue, he has not been reborn, and there is no trace of his previous life in his memory.
Wen Rou deduced and determined in her heart, the moment she reached the conclusion, she held Ren Yue's hands tightly, and through the sleeves, she clearly felt as cold as snow.
The spring is cold, but he is dressed so thinly, and his skin is as cold as ice. Could it be that his heart is also so icy
The slippery sleeves will fall in the gentle hands.
"Miss Wen, what are you doing?" Ren Yue's voice was calm and flat, without any anger or discomfort.
But originally this Mr. Pianpian was so disgusted by other people's touch, even if it was his sleeves, he would feel disgusted in his heart. But at this moment, Wen Rou held his sleeve tightly, but he just said a word, and a trace of tenderness and love flashed in his eyes.
"Young Master Ren, I'm sorry, the little girl is rude." Wen Wen's face flushed slightly, she quickly let go of her hand, and bowed to salute. It was the first time in his life that he treated Ren Yue so politely. As soon as the three words "Mr. Ren" were uttered, the two of them became estranged.
"It doesn't matter, Miss Wen has been out for some time, you should go back earlier, so as not to worry your father." Ren Yue smiled gently, did not pat his sleeves, did not ask questions step by step, just smiled softly, Although it was an extremely strange smile, that smile still warmed the gentle heart softly.
"So, the little girl will leave first." Rourou bowed again.
Turn around and leave.
Behind him, the empty and distant sound of the flute sounded again. Ren Yue's flute sound has this kind of magic power, which can make the irritable person calm down;
Between the heavens and the earth, the sound of the wind swirls, sending the sound of the flute farther and farther away.
The gentle feet seemed to have lost consciousness, walking buoyantly on a ball of cotton ground.
He is Ren Yue, he is not Ren Yue.
I don't know how long he walked, and gently turned around.
At the end of the line of sight, a small fuzzy white dot merged into the sky.
"Miss Wen!" A loud and hearty voice said.
Yaoshan!
Rourou was stunned in her heart, but she still politely replied "General Sheng".
"Miss Wen is not feeling well?" Sheng Yaoshan spun the red rabbit briskly, and the black cloak inlaid with gold was wrapped outside the green shirt, and the wind howled, which made the green shirt stand out even more. It's refreshing.
"Please take care of General Sheng, the little girl is fine and is preparing to go home." Rou Rou pursed her lips and forced a smile.
Ren Yue's various words and deeds before almost made the gentle heart lose its direction, and the slightly cold wind woke up the gentle mind again: Ren Yue is like this, Sheng Yaoshan is even more so.
It's just rebirth and seeing old people, things are different, and today is different from the past.
Tenderness mocked herself.
"Just now I saw Ms. Wen's complexion in the Zuixian Tower. Could it be that the competition has been hard in recent days. It just so happens that Yaoshan is going back. If Ms. Wen doesn't mind, Yaoshan is willing to escort her for a ride." Sheng Yaoshan's bright moon-like eyes flashed Sincere brilliance is irresistible.
"No, I..." Wen Wen said with a duplicity.
"Come. Give me your hand." Sheng Yaoshan stretched out his right hand and waited with a gentlemanly smile.
Gentle raised her head to look at Chitu's big jewel-like eyes, behind the thick eyelashes, full of anticipation.
"I don't know how to ride a horse." Gentle whispered to herself.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Sheng Yaoshan's magnetic voice still persisted, full of concern.
The outstretched right hand is generous and strong, as if it can hold the whole world with one hand.
"I..." Gentle is still hesitating.
"Girl, don't worry, this horse is very good!" Sheng Yaoshan gently stroked the red rabbit's mane.
Chitu lowered his head. Comfortably, he groaned softly, as if urging Wenrou to get on the horse quickly.
The wide black cloak suddenly covered the palm of his hand, and Sheng Yaoshan gently supported the soft and boneless hand through the cloak.
Since ancient times, it has been said that men and women do not give or receive each other. Although Sheng Yaoshan is a martial artist, he is a martial arts master who is good at writing.
A warm current hit the whole body from the hands, even though it was separated by a thick cloak. Tenderness or momentary trance.
"Miss Wen, sit still." Sheng Yaoshan persuaded her warmly from below.
He held the red rabbit's rein with one hand, and gently stroked the red rabbit's cheek with the other hand from time to time.
Up and down, Chitu walked slowly on the streets of Xianyang.
The gentle thoughts wandered again.
In her previous life, she accompanied Sheng Yaoshan's army as a cook, and with her skillful hands, she saved the hungry stomachs of the soldiers countless times in mountains, lakes and lakes. In her spare time, she used to sit on the red rabbit like this. At that time, Sheng Yaoshan was just like today, walking below with a horse.
Above the head is a clear blue sky, stretching as far as the eye can see and connecting with the horizon.
There is a piece of green grass at the foot, and the mountain flowers are blooming like stars.
At that time, the red rabbit was as well-behaved and docile as it is now. Even if the gentle rider who had never had riding experience sat on it, he was stable and stable, without any mistakes.
"Rou'er, come back from this expedition, follow me back to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Sheng Yaoshan leisurely led Chitu, dressed in chivalry and full of tenderness, as he strolled among the mountains and rivers.
"General Sheng is joking with Rou'er again." Although Rourou understood what Sheng Yaoshan was talking about, the marriage contract that locked her throat in the end made her breathless, and she didn't even dare to struggle in the slightest.
"How many times have I said, when there is no one, call me Yaoshan!" Sheng Yaoshan stopped in his tracks, and his voice suddenly became a little louder, which seemed to be out of harmony with the quiet surroundings.
"Yaoshan..." Rourou opened his mouth and paused.
"Oh... blame me, don't mention it." Sheng Yaoshan took a deep breath, and shook his head mockingly.
I really don't understand why such a beautiful girl is so determined to follow that brat who sells wine!
Sheng Yaoshan once thought about buying Yin Deshun's restaurant, and then invited the Yin family out of the capital with a hundred taels of gold.
But he didn't do that, because people's words are terrible, because he was afraid that gentleness would be hurt a little bit, even if it was slandered by gossip.
Who knew... In the end, the careful care turned out to be...
"What's wrong with Miss Wen?" Sheng Yaoshan held the Chitu by the hand, and suddenly felt that the gentle expression on his face was different.
"Yaoshan, you are talking nonsense again." Gentleness was on the horse, and her thoughts were still on the grassland of her previous life.
"Miss Wen, what did you say?" Sheng Yaoshan was shocked.