His face behind the veil was slightly red for the first time because of the heat.
The sensitive Feng Zhiwei could naturally detect where his gaze was fixed on. He quickly put down his hand and clamped his arm to cover up the slightly raised curve. Young Master Gu actually let go of his hand, Feng Zhiwei hurriedly jumped down regardless of the dirt on the ground, and was about to say a few words to save the embarrassment, but he heard Young Master Gu murmur: "Lotus."
Um? Feng Zhi frowned slightly, what was he talking about in the middle of the night? lotus? The lotus hasn't bloomed yet!
Suddenly heard Master Gu sigh again, Feng Zhiwei didn't react at first, then widened his eyes the next moment—sigh! Young Master Gu is sighing!
This person who had no emotions and could hardly be noticed even when he was angry, actually sighed for the first time in his life.
Is something wrong happening
No matter how talented Feng Zhiwei was, it was impossible for her to understand the mental activities of Young Master Gu at that moment just now. She only felt that Young Master Gu's emotions were a little special, as if he was a little confused, a little restless, a little sprouting, and a little... unhappy.
unhappy
Immediately after she saw that Young Master Gu didn't continue to carry her and hug her, and let her jump away, she even took a step back, Feng Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was definitely a good thing that Young Master Gu didn't touch her, but felt that Something was wrong, he bent over, hooked his head and leaned over to observe the young master carefully for a while, the young master stood quietly, showing her motionless, thinking about his own thoughts in the cold moonlight.
He finally has something on his mind.
It turns out... this is the woman.
It is indeed a beautiful thing.
Many years ago, the nanny liked to shake him in her arms, squinting her eyes and telling him, "Your mother... a very beautiful woman, in the future, you will also marry a beautiful woman..."
He listened and heard that she fell asleep. What does this beautiful woman have to do with him? mother? do not remember.
Long-winded!
But in those cold nights when the iron horse knocked on the cold window, the warm embrace of the nurse and the description of the beautiful woman, because they were repeated too many times, still remained in his frail memory, but what remained was also the dryness in the old suitcase. Leaf petals, because they lack the nourishment of longing, are so light that they can't move his heart.
Beautiful woman is an irrelevant term to him. The concept of a woman to him is that bathing and going to the toilet cannot be together, that's all.
Later, when he came to Feng Zhiwei's side, he knew that she was a woman, but he didn't care about this fact. He only cared about Feng Zhiwei. At first, he cared because of his responsibility. Later, he cared because of Feng Zhiwei. This kind of caring He didn't think about what kind of emotion it was, he just felt that he liked to be with her, he had to see her often, he couldn't accept her leaving or being in danger, if he wanted her to die, he had to step over his dead body first.
She is like his flesh and blood or heart, a existence connected by tendons and veins, it is unbearable to be separated, and losing it is a collapse.
What he cared about so much was Feng Zhiwei.
But suddenly tonight, he finally connected the woman with Feng Zhiwei.
Beautiful, equal to, woman.
Feng Zhiwei, equal to, beautiful.
Feng Zhiwei is equal to, a woman.
Young Master Gu's mood improved.
Feng Zhiwei is a woman.
very nice.
Naturally, Feng Zhiwei didn't understand, but in this short moment, the young master grandly enlightened, understood that she is a woman, and very powerfully introduced the syllogism of women. This syllogism of women is related to her, and its influence is very important... It's a pity that she didn't know .
She tugged on the young master's sleeve, indicating to him that there is a cave in front of him. The young master is thinking about the next important question, for example, is his hot feeling tonight because Feng Zhiwei is only a woman, or all women will get close to him? What? I was thinking about whether to find another woman to try, and after much deliberation, the other women I met, besides Shao Ning, were Hua Qiong, but these two were in the Imperial Capital and the other was in Southern Fujian, it seemed that they could not quench their thirst, the young master was a little worried , if it doesn't work, try it on the road? Try it in Xiliang
As soon as the young master thought about it, the problem became very serious. The young master who was interrupted from thinking dissatisfiedly shook off Feng Zhiwei's hand, and strode into the cave. Feng Zhiwei, who was so innocent tonight, looked at the moon and sighed. Follow up.
The night mist floated coolly, and the owl hooted two or three times in the distance.
Suddenly there was movement in the woods, several figures emerged from the shadow of the moon, the first one was carrying a cage.
"Scatter, disperse." The man at the front commanded the people behind him, "There must be owls in this forest, catch a few more, and choose the most beautiful one to take back."
"What's so beautiful about an owl?" someone muttered, and they scattered.
The scattered people stepped on the vines and walked in several directions silently, and then there were faint and subtle sounds. In the depths of the wild forest, something lit up, like a sword light.
The man who was carrying the cage first turned around under the moonlight, with a slender and vigorous figure, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes resemble the legendary peach blossom eyes, but they are not charming like ordinary peach blossom eyes, on the contrary, they are slightly evil. The sharpness and sharpness in the turn made people feel that these eyes were very beautiful, and they brightened the ordinary face a bit.
It was Ah Si who was ordered to catch owls.
He dispersed his men to catch owls, and wandered around in the woods, as if he was waiting for something, and then there was an owl's cooing sound in front of him.
He lightly clasped his palms happily, and tiptoed over there. On a tree there, there was indeed a flower-feathered owl, looking at him with one eye open and the other closed.
He laughed, rose from the ground like light smoke, and swept up the tree in a blink of an eye. The owl was about to struggle, but his hand had already silently grabbed the bird's neck, and a variegated bird fell under the tree. feather.
He smiled smugly and was about to jump off the tree when he suddenly saw a man under the tree looking up at him.
The milky white veil fluttered on that man's face, but his eyes were still clear, covering him without murderous intent but omnipresent.
There was another person beside him, looking at the tree with his hands up and down, and picked up a few bird feathers with a smile to look at. His expression was very relaxed, and his posture was very peaceful. It looked like he had come out for a walk after a full dinner.