Everyone is forced to change helplessly by the world, those old days are light, like flowers falling off the branches.
As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Gu Nanyi came in with a golden monkey on his shoulders and a baby in his arms. He was always so stubborn—raising children and monkeys was no exception.
Feng Zhiwei was very surprised that when she didn't care about him, why didn't the child be raised by him to death, and she was still fat and white, so she just loved his arms and was not too close to others.
Also, the child is always close to the person who gets along with him day and night, even sleeping together, no matter if it is a nanny or a dad.
"It's time to name it." She took the baby, and two pen monkeys jumped on her fingers, nibbling her fingers one by one.
The child's birthday was on the cleat at the beginning, and now it is almost one year old, so it should have an official name.
"I know." Gu Nanyi said.
"Well, what name did you mention?" Feng Zhiwei thought he was saying that he knew it was time to name the child.
"Know."
"Ah?" Feng Zhiwei was taken aback.
"I know." Gu Nanyi pointed at the child.
Feng Zhiwei finally understood what he meant, and the name he named was "Know."
Feng Zhiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Gu Nanyi hugged the child solemnly, and said, "Gu knows."
"..."
"I said, you can't use such a name." Feng Zhiwei sighed for a while, and patiently explained to Young Master Gu, "She is a girl, and with such a name, she will hate you when she grows up."
After the veil, Young Master Gu looked at her with a pair of eyes that were brighter than the starlight in the grassland, and asked for a while, "Why?"
Young Master Gu seldom asks why, so whenever she sees such an opportunity, Feng Zhiwei will not let it go, "Girls' names should be elegant and beautiful, otherwise people will laugh at them."
"But I think it's best to know." Young Master Gu answered slowly.
Feng Zhiwei was silent, knowing that ever since he was seriously ill in Nanhai, Gu Nanyi had left a deadlock, he felt that all the problems came from his ignorance, so he was obsessed with "knowing", even this unlucky child was forced to call "Know".
"Well, it's called knowing." She finally compromised, "Gu Zhixiao, knowing is knowing. Look, doesn't it sound much better? And it sounds like my sister."
Young Master Gu thought for a while, nodded, and approved the name, but wanted to correct her opinion, "Your daughter."
Feng Zhiwei fell on her back, almost choking.
my daughter
She really wanted to correct it, but she really didn't dare. She was afraid that if this issue continued to entangle, if Young Master Gu said "my daughter", the problem would become serious.
"Your adopted daughter." She said resolutely, "Your."
Young Master Gu nodded, and replied, "What's mine is yours."
Feng Zhiwei took a deep breath, and decided that there was really no need to continue this question, but Gu Nanyi also felt that this was completely uncontroversial, so he changed the topic first, "Wei Zhi encountered a landslide on the way back to Beijing, was washed away by the flood, and whereabouts Unknown, Zong Chen said."
Feng Zhiwei was taken aback for another moment, Zong Chen didn't come to tell her, but Nan Yi? In an instant he understood that Zong Chen saw that she wanted to pull Gu Nanyi out of his own world, and this was to cooperate with her.
Wei Zhi's whereabouts are unknown... She fell silent. It seems that Ning Yi didn't reveal that she was Wei Zhi, and even found an excuse for her disappearance. Why? Could it be that he still hopes that one day he will return to court as Wei Zhi
She had already been prepared for Ning Yi to reveal that she still had another identity, which was the reason why she quickly left Beijing with He Lianzheng, the Emperor Tiangao was far away in Northern Xinjiang, even if Emperor Tiansheng left aside Wei Zhili's great achievements However, it is not so easy to pursue her crime of deceiving the emperor.
But he didn't say it.
Since he has dealt with her cruelly, why not uproot her? This is really not like Ning Yi's style.
At present, only Ning Yi and Ning Cheng know that they are Wei Zhi, Xin Ziyan doesn't know, otherwise Emperor Tiansheng must also know.
Why those two people only made half of their moves, she couldn't figure it out, but she didn't want to understand, no matter how they made a move, it was a move, the facts were all there, the consequences were tragic and could never be undone.
After Gu Nanyi finished saying that, he took out the bottle to feed Zhizhi, holding it firmly with his left hand, and feeding it with his right hand, holding a small piece of cotton cloth between his fingers, so that the overflowing milk could be spilled at any time. The milk is wiped off, the movements are virtuous and the posture is smooth, and it is completely different from the milk splashed all over the doll's face at the beginning.
Two pen monkeys stand on Zhizhi's stomach, tiptoe, holding the feeding bottle devoutly.
The light from the oil lamp shone through Gu Nanyi's veil, revealing the peerless and exquisite silhouette of the man, his slightly drooping thick eyelashes and vaguely peaceful expression, at this moment he was still a jade carving, but fresh and warm, Radiate from the inside out.
Feng Zhiwei quietly watched this funny and warm scene, with a hint of warmth in his eyes.
She has seen countless coldness in the world, but she can always see the purest and most beautiful in the person in front of her.
"Brother Gu..." she said suddenly, "Wei Zhihui will disappear, and there is a possibility of reappearing. What do you think of this?"
Starting today, she will let him participate in this world and think with his own attitude.
Gu Nanyi didn't think about it, and answered quickly, "No."
"Why?"
After Gu Nanyi finished feeding, he carefully held Zhizhi and placed it in her arms.
"It will be sad."
His eyes fell on Feng Zhiwei's face, and the first snowfall in the imperial capital suddenly flashed in his mind. On that day, two tombs were piled up at the foot of Songshan Mountain. She knelt in the deep snow and smoothed the graves bit by bit with her hands. .
She didn't cry and was very quiet all the time.
He looked at her kneeling back in the flying snow like that, but felt that the iron-gray sky with flying snowflakes was suddenly heavy and oppressive, spinning and pressing down, pressing heavily on his heart.
That day he asked her what was so heavy that it prevented people from breathing safely.
Sad, she said.
sad.
It turned out to be sad.
That day he stayed with her in the deep snow from sunset to sunrise, when a ray of red sun shivered and struggled out of the clouds, when the bright light flew across thousands of miles in an instant and shot into his eyes, he suddenly understood something that he couldn't understand before.