"Ms. Zhou likes you." Wei Yang said seriously.
Yan Gui looked down at the little girl in front of him, wiped the snow off her hood, and said softly: "But I only like you."
This was the first time Yan Gui said openly that he liked someone.
Wei Yang's face flushed, and she stepped on Yan Gui's shoes coquettishly: "Then why are you so nice to her!"
"Good?" Yan Gui frowned in confusion. When had he ever been nice to Miss Zhou? He patted her head and said with a hint of laughter, "Silly girl, that's politeness. Being nice to someone is different from being polite to someone."
Weiyang pouted and looked away, refusing to listen. If you smile at others, you are doing her a good deed.
"Let's go." Yan Gui reached out and grabbed Wei Yang's little hand, and the two walked towards the stone bridge in front together.
"Actually, she likes you, but only because you are a general. If someone else were the general, she might like someone else." Wei Yang muttered softly.
Yan Gui asked slowly: "Then why do you like me? Is it because I am a general?"
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Wei Yang was going to refute, who likes you? But after hearing the last sentence, she answered honestly: "I like your good looks."
Yan Gui: "... "
Wei Yang did not notice Yan Gui's expression and continued, "But you have done a good job as a general, and that is the most important thing. Otherwise, it would be useless to rely on your beauty. When you are old and ugly, you will not be good-looking anymore. What will you do then?"
hehe.
Yan Gui was actually speechless.
He is ten years older than Weiyang, and although he is old, she is indeed not.
It seems that I still need to work hard. Beauty alone won't last long! I also need to rely on my strength to make the girl like me.
The two of them strolled along the street, went to a restaurant to eat, went to a bookstore to buy books, and went to the riverside to watch the lanterns.
Weiyang got on the carriage and sat down on the mattress that Konggu had warmed with a hand warmer.
"Today, I am really happy."
After saying that, she subconsciously touched her feet, then retracted her hand as if she didn't care.
However, it finally caught Yan Gui's attention, and he reached out to hold her ankle. She took off her leather boots, revealing the white cotton socks inside, which were already rubbed with bloodstains.
Yan Gui's face turned cold: "You don't even know how to tell me when it hurts?"
Wei Yang pulled back embarrassedly: "I, I was so happy when I was running that I didn't pay attention."
The broken spot was the one that had caused the burn at Zhou's house the day before yesterday. The skin had already peeled off and blood was oozing out. It looked horrible.
It was a bit cold to have her feet exposed outside. Wei Yang wanted to retract her feet, but Yan Gui held her ankles tightly and said, "Don't move."
He used the hot water in the car to carefully wipe the blood off Weiyang's feet.
Without replacement stockings, he would not let her wear the brand new pair of leather boots. He unbuttoned his clothes, took the little foot into his arms, and pressed it against his chest through his underwear.
"Let me see that one." Yan Gui bent down again, and Wei Yang quickly kicked off his shoes to show him: "This one is fine, look."
The stockings were snow-white and indeed clean.
Yan Gui didn't care whether it was broken or not, he took it and stuffed it into his arms: "Don't move, I'll hold it for you."
Wei Yang had never been treated like this before. She was spoiled by her parents, loved by her brother and sister-in-law, and respected by her nephews and nieces. She had maids and servants around her. If she was cold, someone would tell her to put on more clothes. If she was hot, someone would make tea for her and wash herself.
This is the first time this has happened.
She looked at the man in front of her.
The cold wind blew through the window, and the slight chill was dissolved by the warmth inside.
The handsome general in black clothes and black hair sat in the light and shadow, steady and gentle.