"It's cold here in Yanzhou, and the snow falls early. I didn't know you were so afraid of the cold. It's true, the climate in the capital is much warmer than here. Tell me next time you're not used to it. You'll get sick if you keep your hands and feet cold."
"It's okay, I'll definitely get used to it after living here for a while." The little girl's soft and tender voice was so close to his ears that it made him feel numb and itchy in his heart, and he wanted to reach out and scratch it.
"Go back and ask Konggu to make you a thicker cotton coat and boots, so you can wear them more often." Weiyang's head was right under Yan Gui's jaw, and her silky black hair felt velvety when touched. Yan Gui couldn't help but gently put his hand on her, reluctant to use force, but also reluctant to move away.
The little girl was probably feeling hot, so she put the hand warmer on the table and protested, "No, I can't wear it anymore. I can't put my arms down if I wear it anymore."
As he spoke, he raised his arm to show Yan Gui. At this moment, she was leaning against his chest, sitting up slightly, and her raised arm was not level with her shoulder. Yan Gui's hands, which were loosely crossed and held on her belly, also tightened a little. He only felt a soft presence, her warm belly.
He couldn't help but feel dry in the mouth, so he quickly let go of his hand and reached out to pick up the teacup on the table.
“You can’t drink it, it’s cold.” Wei Yang quickly covered the back of his hand with hers and said softly, “I’ll pour you some hot tea.”
"No need." Yan Gui raised his hand, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. At this moment, he needed this cold tea to wash away the heat that was clamoring in his body.
"Would you like something to drink? I'll pour you a hot cup."
Seeing the little girl withdraw her hand disapprovingly, Yan Gui reached out and picked up her cup and asked.
"No, I'm not thirsty." The little girl shook her head. Seeing that he was still holding the cup, she reached out to push his arm: "Don't drink it. It's not good to drink too much cold water."
Hearing this, Yan Gui obediently put down the teacup, stretched out his arms to hug her again, rested his chin on her little head and said, "I'm fine, I can go swimming in the glacier now."
"You're kidding, it must be so cold." The little girl muttered in disbelief.
"Really, this is how the boys of my Yan family grew up." Yan Gui began to talk to Wei Yang about how they were trained, how he refused to go into the river the first time and it was General Yan who kicked him in, etc...
Yan Gui found that he had become more and more talkative since he had this little girl.
His brothers died one after another, and his mother had been in poor health since giving birth to him, and later died early. General Yan only knew how to fight the enemy, and he was trained since he was a child to learn how to kill the enemy, how to use strategies, and how to be an excellent general.
Once, there was a period of time when he often didn't say a word the whole day. When something needed an answer, he would just say "um" or nod or shake his head.
The chill after-snow air was filled with the faint scent of plum blossoms; we must be not far from the Plum Forest.
The little girl in his arms moved restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position to sit. She completely forgot that she was sitting on Yan Gui's thighs, and accidentally, her soft body touched a hot existence, and she couldn't help but move again out of curiosity.
Yan Gui held his shoulder and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Don't move. You can't even sit still in a carriage."
This made Wei Yang feel very aggrieved. She slipped out of Yan Gui's arms and sat on the other side of the car window to look out.
Are your hands and feet no longer cold? You complain that this stove is uncomfortable. You are really heartless. Yan Gui picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
He didn't realize at all that he was holding Weiyang's teacup.