Feng Zhiwei looked into his eyes and nodded, Mudanhua'er turned her head away with an unnatural expression on her face.
Feng Zhiwei followed her to arrange a room, and arranged people around her to live nearby. The grassland is not like the Central Plains, where men and women live separately in the inner and outer courtyards, and each person is separated from each other. Nata was arranged to live in Zong Chen and Between Gu Nanyi, this arrangement made her face ashamed.
After making arrangements for her, Liu Mudan hugged the baby and wanted to leave, Fengzhi smiled and asked her to drink tea.
After drinking for a while, she said that she was going to the latrine, carrying the baby and leaving, Fengzhi smiled and reminded her, there is no need to go to the latrine and take the baby with her, what should I do if I fall into the latrine
When she came back from the latrine, she said that she missed the pool of water in the garden behind, and that she didn’t want to wash the clothes of the female slaves and make them dirty. She carried the child to see her, and Fengzhi took the child with a smile and said, “Then I’ll hold Chamutu for you, you Focus on the water.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law laughed and laughed until the evening. After dinner, Liu Mudan breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Chamutu, and said, "I stayed with you for a long time, now I have to go back to sleep."
"Go slowly, don't send me off." Feng Zhiwei saw Liu Mudan's eyes lit up as soon as Feng Zhiwei said a word, and then hurried away as if her ass was on fire.
Feng Zhiwei sat there quietly, listening to the extremely violent wind in the grassland, and the desolate howling of wolves in the distance, piercing her heart.
After a while, she stood up, and Young Master Gu was already waiting at the door with her cloak.
"How do you know I'm going out?" Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised, and turned her head to look at him.
Young Master Gu was silent for a while, and said, "I have something on my mind."
This person who only cares about everything one foot and three inches in front of him, and who doesn't necessarily blink an eye in front of him, finds out that she has something on her mind and wants to go out just by feeling
Feng Zhiwei stared at Gu Nanyi in a daze - since when did he change drastically while remaining calm
The cloak was wrapped around her shoulders, it was thick and warm, Feng Zhiwei reached out to tie the belt, but Gu Nanyi was also trying to tie the belt for her from behind, when their fingers touched, Gu Nanyi quickly withdrew his hand.
Shrinking too fast made Feng Zhiwei stunned again - he seemed to be more sensitive than before, not to mention touching her fingers before, even grabbing her and groping her all over, he had no taboo at all.
Could it be that his gradual opening must be related to her
Feng Zhi pursed her lips slightly, feeling confused for a moment, slowly fastened the belt, without looking back, said softly: "Let's go."
Gu Nanyi didn't speak, but followed behind her, took out a walnut that he hadn't eaten for a long time because of taking care of Gu Zhixiao, and slowly ate it.
I don't know if the walnuts have been stored for a long time, or for some reason, they taste astringent in the mouth, not as sweet as usual.
That stale smell reminded him of Nanhai when she was seriously ill. He slept on the eaves in the rain and smelled the smell of moss. He remembered that day when she buried her relatives in the heavy snow and he helped her walk in the snow. He once looked back at the way he came from the smell of fresh snow. There were only two winding footprints of him and her in the vast snow field, and at the end of the footprints were two lonely tombs.
The walnuts in his mouth lost their taste just like that, but he still ate them slowly.
Some walnut crumbs fell on his fingers, and he licked them lightly, very slowly. Apart from the aroma of walnuts, there seemed to be some other smell on his fingers, which was faint, like the elusive but ubiquitous midnight mist.
He carefully smelled the scent on his fingers, and gently touched his moist red lips...
Feng Zhiwei never looked back.
The moonlight was like this, paved on the white stone road, he took a step behind her, and gently covered her with his long figure.
The Potala Second Palace is a very loose building, not very heavily guarded, which is caused by the sparse personality of the grassland people.
There are no rules in the buildings between the houses. Obviously, as long as peony participates in the design, it must be out of order.
So when I turned around a low wall, I saw a long row of tightly closed windows in the bright red bedroom of the big concubine.
Mudanhua is a person who likes to be open and bright, and likes to open the windows first wherever she goes, but today she closed her bedroom tightly.
Feng Zhi smiled, and saw the figure of the peony flower projected on the window paper by the butter candle.
She held Chamutu in her arms and swayed gently around the room, as if she was singing some kind of ballad in a low voice, the tone was very soft, probably some kind of lullaby.
There is a faint fragrance of flowers all around, it is a kind of small blue flower, unassuming, better than blooming luxuriantly, there is a feeling of romance, the moonlight is very clean, the wind is very sweet, the sound of singing from the window is swaying like a small boat .
Everything was quiet and beautiful, for a moment, Feng Zhiwei thought that she was thinking too much, and misunderstood He Lianzheng's intentions.
Peony sang, holding Chamutu in her arms, and the singing never stopped. While singing, she walked to the bed and pulled down the curtain beside the bed.
Yoyo's singing didn't stop for a moment, and the lyrics could be vaguely heard.
"Little baby, like a flower, blown by the wind, hit by the rain..."
The moonlight receded quietly, the clouds floated over, the shadows in the corridor were deep and shallow, the singing sounded slowly, and the lyrics, which were obviously ordinary, sounded a bit weird for some reason.
"Blown by the wind, hit by the rain..."
Liu Mudan sang, and pulled out the wide ribbon that tied the curtain.
"Being hit by the rain..."
She wound the tape with one hand, forming a loop with a slipknot.
"Being hit by the rain..."
Feng Zhiwei suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.
The singing stopped abruptly, and Liu Mudan looked back in panic in front of the bed.
She held a loop of cloth tied into a slipknot in her hand, and her face was stained with tears.
Those tears meandered in the corners of her eyes, washing away the thick makeup.
Feng Zhiwei's gaze slowly swept across her face, the cloth strap, and Chamutu who was sleeping soundly in her arms, sucking his fingers.
This mother who was crying, singing, holding a condom, ready to put it on her own son's neck!
"Why..." Feng Zhiwei asked the first sentence after a long time, and the moment she opened her mouth, she felt that her voice was hoarse.
There is such a kind of mother who always makes people feel awe-inspiring and fearful, and they don't know the reason for their love.