The tears in Jiang Rao's eyes couldn't hold back at all, as if a thread had been broken, a tear ran down his cheek, and fell into Rong Ting's palm.
Joy broke the sleepy pines in her eyes, which were crystal clear.
Rong Ting's hand shrank back.
Involuntarily took a step back.
He remembered everything she had said to him.
When she was in Yecheng, she said that if her leg injury recovered, she should be the first to tell her.
Confused, at a loss, all kinds of feelings that I have never tasted before.
Seeing her cry today, I know what it's like.
"Don't cry." He said hoarsely.
Jiang Rao covered her eyes.
Eye sockets are still wet.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
"It's not easy for me."
"Wuuuuuu, it's not easy for you."
Her palms were getting wet.
She knew that she would be sad to see him stand up, but she didn't expect to be so sad.
I've seen his legs completely crippled, with no cure.
At the prime of his life, he was supposed to have a handsome figure and stand out among the crowd, but he could only curl up in a wheelchair, living like a ghost.
Because of not walking for a long time, the muscles are weak and atrophied, the skin is wrinkled, and the tendons are terrible.
His temper was getting worse day by day, and he couldn't control his rage because of his physical disability.
And because of his bad temper day by day, the degree of incompleteness is getting worse day by day.
More and more people are neither human nor ghost.
…
Jiang Rao grew up pampered and spoiled, and never experienced hardships. In the past six months, it seems that she has tasted all the hardships.
When I went to ask for medicine, I crossed the bumpy snowy road and was made things difficult by the genius doctor.
But when he thought of Rong Ting's appearance in a wheelchair, he silently put the burden on his body again.
After finally getting the medicine and prescription, I was worried about when he would recover.
Every time she saw him sitting in a wheelchair, although she didn't say anything, she always felt a little uncomfortable.
I'm afraid that his body is too weak and he won't be able to return to normal as the miracle doctor said.
Finally, finally, no worries.
…
Jiang Rao didn't know why she suddenly became a crying bag.
Maybe it was suppressed for too long, and the teardrops were out of control at all.
Rong Ting was anxious and at a loss, holding her cheeks, wiping away the tears on her face with his fingers, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
My heart is dying of anxiety.
"Every year."
Only now did he know how afraid he was of her tears.
"Stop crying."
But she heard her whimpering indistinctly: "My dream is too good."
Rong Ting, who had already lifted his robe and made a kneeling motion, raised his eyes in astonishment.
She thought... she was dreaming
"It's not a dream." Rong Ting said.
But Jiang Rao didn't listen to his words, "It must be a dream, otherwise why did you suddenly get better, and you didn't tell me before."
Rong Ting: "..."
He admitted his mistake very quickly, "It was my mistake."
Jiang Rao was still crying.
There were creases between Rong Ting's brows.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "I'll kneel down for you, okay?"
…
The man's knees, kneeling on the sky and kneeling on his parents.
He is not filial and righteous, and does not kneel down to his parents.
Don't respect ghosts and gods, don't kneel down to heaven and earth.
She was the only one who could make him bend his knees.
Rong Ting lifted the corner of his robe, kneeling as he said.
But after Jiang Rao saw his movements from the corner of his eye, he suddenly became angry, "You are not allowed to kneel!"
"The leg that finally healed up, you kneel down, what should you do if the leg is seriously injured?"
Jiang Rao stomped her feet towards the air. It was a dream anyway, and those savage tempers that would not be revealed when awake showed a little bit, angrily, and babbled, "Don't kneel, don't kneel."
"Half of the credit for curing your leg is mine."
"Two legs, half of them are mine."
"Why are you so careless about my things?"
"It's my fault." Rong Ting lowered his head, with a conniving tone, "Everything I have is yours, and I'll give you as much as you want."
But Jiang Rao was hard to serve, she stubbornly shook her head, "No, I don't want more."
Her speech speed suddenly slowed down, as if she was thinking about something.
"Half of two is one, and one... one is mine."
Rong Ting looked at her with a pampered gaze that was almost helpless.
The tenderness is so deep that it is as deep as a pool.
"Okay, whatever you want."
He thought her slowing down was because she was tired of talking.
It turned out to be the calculation in the head.
I don't know whether to say she is confused or sober at the moment.
His right leg was suddenly caught by a soft mass.
He lowered his eyes and saw the little girl squatting beside his leg, with her cheek against his right leg, as if she was holding a rare treasure, she muttered, "Mine."
She also raised her hand and patted his right leg softly, her eyes were just looking at her own things, without distinction at all.
She rambled, "This leg of mine has grown on your body, you have to treat it well. Before it is completely healed, you can't kneel down, run, or jump. It's not good for recovery." Good things are the same, and I can’t do anything. I want to see you doing better than anyone else.”
The tone is quite domineering.
Rong Ting's heart skipped a beat.
He lowered his head and looked at her swaying, fluffy bun from top to bottom.
His ears turned red.
cute.
He was so cute that he couldn't stand it.
He suddenly clenched his fists and let out a long breath, trying to dissipate the heat from his body.
Going crazy.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound.
Rong Ting has excellent hearing ability and can hear clearly.
Suspicious character made his gaze turn cold, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head and looked up, killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
If her appearance is seen by a second person...
He must have poked the man's eye out.
At the end of the line of sight, there was a gray bird.
The gray finch was standing on a branch, bending its neck, and smoothing the feathers under its wings with its beak.
Perhaps it was because Rong Ting's eyesight was too sharp, like a fox showing a cruel and fierce look, the gray bird stopped the action of preening its feathers, and jumped on the branch twice as if it sensed something.
Rong Ting moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly remembered that there was no hidden weapon at his fingertips.
Before he could pick up the stone, the gray bird fluttered and flew away.
It is probably written in the yin and yang life and death book of the underworld that it should not die today. The little gray bird fluttered its wings and flew high, successfully continuing its life.
Rong Ting lost his mind and stretched his fingers.
Jiang Rao still had crystal teardrops on her cheeks, the pear blossoms were raining, she was so pitiful, she hugged Rong Ting's thigh and did not let go.
Rong Ting bent down, took advantage of her unpreparedness, and touched her sleeping point.
He picked her up, went to the wheelchair and pulled a thin blanket, spread a layer on the stone table, and then put her on the stone bench, let her lie on the blanket, her cheeks could not bear the cold.
He moved the wheelchair into the gazebo and sat down beside her.
He also lay on the stone table and tilted his head to see her sleeping face, and turned out the corner of his inner sleeve.
The fabric there was soft and not prickly, and he wiped away the tears on her face little by little.
She cared more about his leg injury than he himself.
A cool breeze passes through the pavilion.
There was a gentle smile in Rong Ting's eyes, his movements were meticulous, and he used full patience.
…
The little maid who went to the kitchen to make strong tea returned to the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion, but her footsteps stopped.
Somewhat unclearly, he looked into the gazebo.
With a small fan in one hand, His Highness the Ninth Prince was blowing cool breeze for the sleeping girl lying on the blanket, and driving away mosquitoes.
Behind him are beautiful flowers and greenery.
When Rong Ting heard the little maid's movement, he raised his eyes and looked over, and said softly: "Whisper softly, put down the tea."
When he looked at the little maid, there was no expression on his face, even though his face was so beautiful that it made people feel happy, it seemed even more unfriendly to strangers.
Like ice and snow, it can only be seen from a distance.
The servant girl lowered her head, and under Rong Ting's indifferent gaze, served the teacup to the stone table.
But she was negligent for a while, and the sound of celadon hitting the stone surface was a little louder, which still made Jiang Rao move her head in her sleep.
Rong Ting frowned, looking a little displeased.
Jiang Rao, who was lying on the stone table, slowly raised her head, with red marks on her fair cheeks.
Rong Ting looked at her, and asked softly, "Are you awake?"
The round fan in his hand was placed back on the stone table.
Jiang Rao's face was a little hot from sleep, she looked down at the velvet blanket on the stone table, understood something, picked up the round fan, covered her hot and red cheeks, and asked Rong Ting in a panic: "What are you doing?" How long have you been here?"
Rong Ting told the truth, "It's just a stick of incense."
"Just now, when I was dreaming, didn't I talk nonsense?"
Jiang Rao suddenly became very nervous, peeking at Rong Ting with flustered eyes from behind the round fan.
Rong Ting coughed, lowered his eyes, thick eyelashes.
Nine points in the voice said firmly: "No."
There is also a guilty conscience.
Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief.
The maid who delivered the tea said at this time: "Girl, your makeup is a bit faded."
Jiang Rao looked at Rong Ting with probing eyes.
She fell asleep, and didn't know what she had done, so she could only count on Rong Ting to see if he knew.
Rong Ting followed what she said about her dream, and explained: "Just now you had a dream... In the dream, you cried."
Jiang Rao blinked.
Her eyelids were slightly uncomfortable, she thought it was just waking up, but she was really crying.
Unexpectedly, she cried in her dream, but she actually cried too.
She was afraid of her makeup, so she was a little messy, and the small round fan in her hand blocked her face even more tightly, and asked her maid nervously, "Is the makeup on my face ugly now?"
The little maid hadn't answered, but Rong Ting said first: "Not ugly."
The servant girl said after Rong Ting: "It's just that the makeup on the cheeks has faded a bit. The girl has a good foundation, so nothing can be seen."
Jiang Rao felt relieved.
But seeing Rong Ting still sitting in the wheelchair, he felt a little sad.
I dreamed that his leg was healed just now.
In most of her dreams, she never dreamed of herself. Even in a dream, it's like watching from the sidelines, and everything is involuntary.
Even when you look at yourself, it's like looking at someone else.
But today's dream gave her a feeling that she could control it.
Incomparably real, with a strong sense of substitution.
Even in the dream, she knew clearly that it was a dream, and she was more courageous than in reality, acting recklessly and doing whatever she wanted. The learned rules and etiquette are almost fed to the dogs, and there is nothing left, which is worse than drinking madness.
Jiang Rao's face suddenly darkened when she thought that in the dream she was like a fool, hugging his thigh and slapping it and shouting "it's mine", without any dignified and reserved of a noble lady.
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Still counting, half of two is one, and only one of two legs.
Her majestic Ninth Highness, with such a precious leg, was regarded by her as a pork knuckle in the vegetable market, and she took the next one on her own initiative.
She dared.
"..."
Jiang Rao covered her entire face with a small round fan, unable to bear the memory.
Even if it was a dream, she felt that her face was almost lost by herself.
When the day when he really stands in front of her like in the dream, she will definitely not mess around like in the dream.
She wants to be a normal girl.
Jiang Rao thought deeply.
…
It's just that Jiang Rao frowned when he saw Rong Ting's clothes today from the corner of his eye.
Why is his clothes exactly the same as in the dream just now
It seems that the scene is similar.
Does that mean the dream will happen soon
Jiang Rao's mood suddenly became better.
I don’t know if it’s because he was looking up in the dream, or because he is really tall. When he stands up, he looks extra tall, and the shade that covers him gives people a feeling that they can completely cover people. Broad, taller and more handsome than she imagined.
As long as this dream kicks her away, it will be a good dream.
Behind the small fan, Jiang Rao's crooked eyes turned into crescent eyes.
Rong Ting saw that she had been staring at his legs, her fingers tensed slightly.
Subconsciously want to admit my mistake.
It might as well have knelt down just now, maybe he would feel better.
The little maid poured Jiang Rao and Rong Ting a cup of tea each.
Afterwards, standing beside Jiang Rao, taking care of Jiang Rao's messy forehead hair stuck to her forehead because she fell asleep, and asked, "What did you dream about just now? Why are you crying?"
Jiang Rao's tone was perfunctory, "It's nothing, I cried while holding a pig's elbow in my dream."
Just as Rong Ting took a sip of strong tea, he suddenly coughed violently.
Qing Jun's face turned abnormally red.
Jiang Rao looked sideways, "What's wrong with you?"