At this time, Feng Zhiwei has turned around the corridor, put on the mask again, and went straight to Mrs. Qiufu's "Lihuaju".
Her steps were as fast as the wind, and she walked through the hall to enter the hospital. The maids and servants who passed by couldn't see the figure clearly [Missing ending punctuation]
Feng Zhiwei only felt that the summer wind was very cool, but it was also extremely hot, like a ball of fire rushed into her chest, burning her internal organs, turning her into ashes in an instant.
Turned into ashes, this lingering affection and admiration, this long-lost reunion, the faint expectation, this preparation is full of painstaking efforts.
Why bother, why come
With desolation in her arms, she ran in the hot wind, as if she wanted to disperse all kinds of suffering against the wind.
A hand behind her lightly placed on her shoulder.
Feng Zhiwei was startled, and froze in place. After a long while, she slowly looked back, and found that it was really Gu Nanyi who never took the initiative to touch others.
He looked at her quietly through the veil, the corridor was quiet and far-reaching, surrounded by flowers and trees, the face of the person behind the veil blown by the wind was blurred, and the only pair of eyes shone like the purest obsidian gems.
The long corridor is deep, and tall men and women are looking at each other.
Surrounded by silence, a cluster of deep red peonies blooms beside the railing.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly reached out to hold his hand, turned around, and gently leaned on his shoulder.
"Lend me your shoulder, lean on me..."
Gu Nanyi froze in the summer wind.
His world, one foot, three inches.
In front of and behind, one step away.
For twenty-two years, he walked within one foot and three inches of himself, and no one dared to approach him, nor would anyone approach him.
However, today, like the ice seal being broken and the clouds being opened, that person approached lightly and irresistibly, leaning on his shoulder, his sweet breath brushed the veil on his cheek, and it was soft and cool on his cheek.
Gu Nanyi was a little dazed and confused, he frowned slightly, not knowing what to do.
Breathing so close and so quietly, close to the ear, moist and warm, he should hate it, just as he hates the rough cloth, the noisy sound, the dazzling light... All the sounds are like broken wood creaking, and all the light is like white The electricity is harsh, the rough clothing is like sandpaper, and even the faces are often cracked into a frightening pile of shards.
However, the quiet and sharp breathing at this moment made him suddenly feel quiet and unspeakable.
He didn't know how to describe that feeling. He seemed to hear someone caressing his hair many, many years ago and saying, my Nanyi, my parents have no other wishes in their lives, I only hope you know the feeling of happiness .
Happiness...feeling...he didn't understand both words.
He turned his head slightly to look at the face on his shoulder. The woman's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a black-winged butterfly in the wind. The strong fragrance of peonies wafted from the side of the railing, but it was not as quiet and beautiful as hers. Graceful.
The hand gently placed on his shoulder was as slender as a green onion, with exquisite knuckles, and the nails shone like pearl shells.
Gu Nanyi raised his head slightly, facing the beautiful summer breeze.
Feeling... It turns out that this is called feeling.
Feng Zhiwei didn't know that at this moment, this man, who was forever frozen like jade, had the first ups and downs in his life, like a snow-capped mountain that had been closed for thousands of years, but suddenly opened up a ray of light, only staying at a certain moment. middle open.
She just felt tired and exhausted, and needed a peaceful rest, but the man remained silent, able to bear all the sadness and sadness of her moment.
Facing down, she rubbed against his shoulder slightly, then she raised her head with a smile, as if nothing had happened, and said: "Let's go."
Seeing the woman walking briskly and taking the lead, Gu Nanyi tilted his head slightly, leaning his cheek against the place that was still warm just now.
There was a faint fragrance on his face, he sniffed it carefully, and then felt a little wet on his face.
Gu Nanyi stretched out his hand, touched his face, and raised his fingers to the sunlight, there were faint traces of water.
He looked at it in bewilderment for a while, then suddenly realized that he touched his shoulder, where Feng Zhiwei's face had just been.
It was slightly moist to the touch.
The promenade was deep, and the summer light and shadow turned mottled. In the light and shadow, the man stopped on his shoulder and stood there for a long time.
Mrs. Qiu ordered someone to wait in the main hall of "Li Huaju" for a long time, but Mr. Wei did not come, and it was inconvenient for him to go out to meet him. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly saw a person in blue shirt fluttering, wearing sunlight.
The servant girl who came out to check hurriedly went back to the inner room to report, Mrs. Qiu came out with a lot of maidservants, she was a little puzzled why there was no manager of Qiu's mansion to accompany her, but Zhiwei smiled and bowed: "I have seen Mrs. Qiu."
"Call me auntie." Mrs. Qiu smiled very kindly. Before the master set off for the expedition, he took special care of her. Not only must he not be offended, but he must try his best to win over this Mr. Wei's proud young minister.
And that young man stood in the hall neither humble nor overbearing, elegant and handsome, suave and romantic, it really made people happy at first sight, Madam Qiu graciously gave up her seat, while sighing secretly about her three sons, how could none of them have such a talent.
The guest of honor exchanged some greetings, Mrs. Qiu said, meeting Wei Zhi in the inner court was just a gesture of kindness from the Qiu Mansion. Since Wei Zhi called Qiu Shangqi Uncle, he should entertain him as an elder. In other words, after serving the tea, it was right for the three sons of the Qiu family to entertain the young scholar, so she quickly served the tea.
After serving the tea, Feng Zhiwei didn't move, she even picked up the tea in her hand, drank it slowly, and said to Gu Nanyi with a smile: "Qiufu's Xiangshan sparrow tongue is very good, you should try it too .”
Gu Nanyi put down the hands that had been resting on his shoulders, twirled his fingers, made sure that nowhere was wet, then pushed away the tea that Feng Zhiwei handed over, and said, "Dirty."
Feng Zhi smiled slightly, but Qiu Fu's face turned blue.
Mrs. Qiu's face was also very ugly - did Wei Zhi come from the countryside and didn't know the rules? And his entourage, how can a entourage also sit beside the master and talk nonsense
"Ma'am." Zhiwei finished her tea before saying slowly, "My nephew has something to say to you..."
She stopped talking and turned her eyes around.
Mrs. Qiu was stunned, and Feng Zhiwei said again: "I went to Huwei Camp the day before yesterday..."