Chapter 45: Wan Huichun? On a narrow road?

Chapter 44 Wan Dianchun? On a narrow road?
The night sky is endless, the stars in the sky are slightly cool, and the children in the arms are gradually sleeping and sinking, their faces stretched, and the children's warmth and sweetness are still in their breath. I stayed up all night, perhaps as Xiaoer said, lest I close my eyes and change the scene again.
Seeing that the window was getting white and daybreak, I was thirsty in my mouth, so I got up from the bed lightly and pushed the door open, trying to pour out a cup of ice to quench my thirst outside the cabin, but I didn’t want to stumble to the door, and I’m sure After taking a closer look, it was nothing, but it was a person. In a white suit, sitting tightly on the floor, one leg slightly bent, holding a cold sword in his hand and leaning against the door as if sleeping. The sleep was extremely shallow. When I pushed the door, Huo Ran opened a pair of untiring eyes, squinting sharply, cutting people like bamboo leaves, and bursting out a thick air.
Inexplicably, I made a silent gesture towards him, turned back to cover the door to avoid waking up, and then bypassed him to take the teapot on the Eight Immortals table and poured myself a cup of herbal tea, and smoothly poured a cup of Song Xiyuan Hand it to him.
He took it but didn't drink it, only slowly turned the tea cup in his hand, and a lonely tea leaf floated with the water in the cup. He looked down for a while and then looked up at me again, "Miao Miao, I remember when we were newly married, if you get up thirsty at night and drink water, you will pour me a cup."
Outside the window, all sounds are silent, the entire Huajie is asleep, only a few red lanterns outside the door of the shop are still lit and gently shaken in the wind, I don’t know which actors on the street scattered a foot of pink silk with a It fluttered around, reminding me of the makeup on the beauty face. A soft mist rose from the river in the distance, and the white mist rendered everything indistinct.
"Oh, is it?" I took a tea cup and sipped slowly.
"Actually, if I drink water at night, I can't sleep well, but I will drink it if you give it to me. Later, when I get used to drinking water at night, you leave me again, and I dream that the well in my house is exhausted. Seek water everywhere until you wake up thirsty."
Before the words fell, my shoulders were held by him and turned back, and my eyes turned black. It was actually that he lowered his head and kissed my lips, sucking like that, sucking every drop of tea on my lips. , It seems to have to further drain the blood flowing in my body. Those familiar smells filled the nose of my mouth with a strange strong force, wet and wet, the wine is spreading like an inch of wine, and my eyes are dizzy. Blackening, chest pain began to suffocate again. I covered my heart and pushed him away, my body was unstable, and I staggered back two steps.
"You don't want to be too much!" I lip my lips to face his eyes, and my chest undulates violently.
Song Xiyuan looked at me, his eyes bent, like the shallow wan of the mist in the moon, he was clearly sad, and he was just like the strong attacker.
After a long time, he heard his dreams generally speaking slowly: "Miao Miao, in the past years, you have had a little bit of me at a certain time or a certain moment in the past, no, don’t say a little bit, even if it is a little affection ?"
Ha... I closed my eyes, but I couldn't laugh. How come? I am such a fool who is desperate and desperate. Whether it is Song Xiyuan afterwards or Pei Yanzhen before, I always want to be a wife who manages a blandly happy happiness, but happiness is the sand, the more I catch, the more I flow After all, the wooden piles used to cross the river are silly and stupid. How can they match the two big people who are full of twists and turns and have deep hearts in the world? Wood and wood, potatoes and potatoes are the right way. Natural selection, originally the strong one outweighed the weak one. I just don’t understand why Song Xiyuan had to go back and grab me this dead wood from the water. Looking forward? Chopping firewood?
"Why have you ever been?" I replied quietly to him, "Why do you ask? Why ask? We just stop each other."
Song Xiyuan didn't open his eyes and looked out of the window. After a long time, he turned back and looked back at Qingming, as if everything was just a child's whim, and forgetting after seeing, "After Tianming, the painting fan will take a group of people to Baima Temple in the southern foothills of Mangshan. Burn incense, you and Xiao'er disguise them, and then they will leave the painting fan, and you and Xiao'er will temporarily live in the monastery. I sent someone to spread Xiao'er's whereabouts, hoping to lead away the Regent."
After he finished speaking, he pushed the door into the inner compartment, took one of Ye Er’s clothes and the slingshot he carried with him, and sat down on the edge of the bed and looked closely at Ye Er, leaned over and kissed his forehead, Ye Er Turned around in the dream, mumbled: "Three three..."
Song Xiyuan turned his back to me and couldn't see the look on his face clearly, but when he saw him paused, he looked as usual when he came back and said to me: "I went back to Chang'an. No one knows that I am in Luoyang, and long stay will definitely bring him in. In the ears, everyone’s deeds will be exposed. Tomorrow, Luoyang City will be exposed to the sky, and the city gate will not come up with that. Although Baima Temple is full of incense and people come and go, it is a lively but quiet place, without going out of the city. In the mountains, you and Xiao'er can live in the temple with peace of mind, waiting for the news." Yan Biluo turned and pushed out the door.
"Xi Yuan..." I called him out loud.
He turned his head back and smiled at me with his brow and eyebrows. It was the same frivolous young man who was famous in Yangzhou. I nodded slightly at him. He turned around and carried his sword away, facing me vaguely in the morning mist. Raise your hands high and hug an arch.
On the second day, Xiaoer and I moved into the White Horse Temple under the disguise of the painting fan. This mountain monastery was a lively but quiet place as Song Xiyuan said. I listened to the morning sun and sunset and watched the sunset over the mountain flowers, and accompanied Xiaoer. Time slipped away like Sha Zhong's shadow, almost ten days later. Xiaoer also likes the quietness and elegance of this mountain temple. Sometimes she listens to the old Zen master's lectures on the Buddhist scriptures. Sometimes she wanders in the mountains to tease the small animals and birds in the forest.
On that day, Xiaoer said that she had found a good place on the mountain to take me to see, and let me close my eyes not to peek. I smiled and let him lead me around the forest, only smelling The faint scent of faintness is gradually fading, and when Xiaoer stopped to let me open my eyes, a piece of pierced cloud covered with snow and dipped in dansha couldn't help but shock me. It was clearly the end of the summer, in this cold The mountains do not want to open such a large piece of peonies, as if it began to fall in April, Wan Dou Chunguang came to the sky, beautiful without suffering from the human world.
"Mother, is it good-looking? I found it yesterday. The smell of this flower is as fragrant as that of my mother." Xiao Xiao turned to smile at me, and there was a small invitation in her eyes.
"Good-looking, really good-looking!" I crouched down and touched Xiaoyan's tender face.
Xiaoer turned around with restrained complacency. She stooped to pick a lilac-purple peony out of the flowers, and pinched the flower stem with her small hands. She cleverly pinned it on my front. "My mother looks better." !"
Xiaoxiao picked Fengmu, looked at the flowers on my front, then looked at my face. She seemed to be very satisfied with the peony she picked, and raised her jaw. That kind of instantaneous, restrained and expensive appreciation that struck me instantly made me very familiar. Sheng Sheng was there, and an inexplicable hunch was born in his heart.
"Don't your mother like it?" Fortunately, Xiaoer called out my deep thoughts that I ran away.
I squeezed his little hand and said with a smile: "Xiao'er's mother loved it naturally."
When I went back, I carried Xiaoer on my back and picked up the steps along the mountain road. At first, Xiaoer counted the staggered stone steps one by one, and then I thought that I was tired, and I was lying on my back against my ear. : "Mother, wait until Xiaoer grows up to carry you, OK?"
The childish voice of the milky voice was serious and solemn, and it made me warm and funny in my heart, teasing him: "We will bear the daughter-in-law after the child is grown up. "
"What's the daughter-in-law?" Xiaoer snorted, repelling with confusion and disdain.
I laughed out loud, supported him with one hand on the back, and walked around his creak with one hand. Xiaoer, like me, was the most itchy, and giggled and twisted around my back three or two times.
I made a fuss with him, and kept walking under my feet, slowly walking up behind him, turning around a corner covered by flowers and trees on the mountain road, and at a distance I saw three people slowly coming down from the mountain road. I froze at once, and covered Yeer's mouth with my backhand.
Xiaoer He Qiying, immediately silenced her voice.
But when I saw the three of them, headed by a beautiful lady, a delicate basket was carried on her hand, her steps were very small, and she walked slowly, obviously to take care of the people who followed her, and the middle one was a shirtless boy with clear eyes. The posture is as tall as the green bamboo in the mountains, but the foot is walking very slowly. Afterwards, a beautiful maid poses lightly, and the heroic energy between the eyebrows is looming.
Regent……
I suddenly fell into the cold for three to nine years, and my whole body was so cool that the unpredictable rush of inexplicable rush just now did not want to be fulfilled so quickly. It's just that the narrow roads meet and advance. Only wishing that there was a distant mountain road across a distant mountain road, and this person did not hear anything.
I panicked Xiaoer on my back and hugged it in my arms. After thinking for a while, I put Xiaoer down behind my back to cover my ears and steal the bell, so that when I could cover Xiaoer, I could not be seen, and I didn’t want to earn Xiaoer. After struggling to get away from me and standing in front of me, the squirting arm is generally trying to protect me behind me.
I took a step in a hurry to reach out, but at the moment I was struggling to step on the first stone step, my ankle was crooked, and I was stuck in a cracked stone crack.
I watched the three men approaching and approaching, but I couldn't move at all. I could only hold Xiaoer close to the side of the corner of the mountain, trying to let out a sidewalk that was not spacious, and bowed my hands to myself while holding my breath. The legs are secretly forceful, trying to pull out the trapped ankle.
However, the ankle was rubbing against the stone seam, and the more it was pulled, the more it was swollen. I had to stop, and when I was a dumb stone in the mountains, I was not allowed to move at night.
I looked down at one or two pairs of shoes and walked slowly in front of my eyes, each step on the tight string in my heart, the surging Kong Ming echoed my heart, and the noise was deafening.
It wasn't until the third pair of shoes passed by my eyes that we eased a little, and I had to be thankful that the two maids he accompanied today neither recognized me nor Xiaoer.
"But this lady is in trouble?"
What happened, the girl at the end of the next moment suddenly turned around and looked at me who was almost going to be one with Shibi. The two of them halted naturally.
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