Chapter 40: And 笈 3

The little baby lying in his arms spitting at him grew up.
In the heart of Lu Zhishan, there is a kind of comfort and pride that my family has a young girl.
Of course, he would be even happier if there was no such thing as Zhongyuan Houfu's house, but it shouldn't be long before this thing of Zhongyuan Houfu would end. Even without this Taoist priest, he would have some methods.
On the table were four dishes and one soup, eggplant boxes, crystal trotters, stir-fried green bamboo shoots, longjing shrimp, and a lotus leaf loquat. Lu Zhishan let Song Fu go. He leaned against a window and thought for himself.
He used to drink alcohol, and he could drink it in the barracks. He liked to talk to the generals about the moon, and he was full of enthusiasm and blood.
Only after being lifted out of the dead man's pile in Hue, he never drank again. He had to drink with a confidant and have a good mood. Now he has neither of them, but today he suddenly wanted to drink a glass. .
The hot daughter Hong went down from his throat, his limbs and bones were filled with warmth and comfort from bones to feet, and Lu Zhishan looked at the snow that was rising out of the window, and was a little absorbed.
The winter night of Beidi fourteen years ago was much colder than it is now. Even a little warmth in Beidi dripping into the ice will make people especially nostalgic, such as the aunt ’s tears, and the little baby lying in his hands. I do n’t know if it ’s because of the suffering and blood that has gone through these years. He really values ​​the warmth.
When Mu Nanzhi came in, he looked at the picture of the man leaning against the window, and saw that he had a black hair like a waterfall, straight down his waist, and a crescent-white oblong brocade robe without a belt. It seemed very lazy and casual. Mu Nanzhi suddenly remembered the scene when Lu Zhishan leaned on the soft collapse and fell asleep when she came to the New Year on the New Year's Day.
This man is really special, and his looks are not one-on-one, but the temperament of this man is so indifferent, a bit lonely, a little leisurely, a little vicissitudes, and a little deep.
Mu Nanzhi watched the man deliver the white jade cup to his mouth. Her eyes stared uncontrollably at the man's slightly opened lips, rolling throat knots, and the small clavicle exposed. She felt herself His throat was itchy and his body was warm. It seemed that the person who drank the glass of wine was not the man but herself.
How could there be such a man, who apparently just drank a glass of wine so casually, but he just raised his hands and became a painter.
"Well?" Lu Zhishan looked at the little girl with red makeup and stood at the door, thinking she was wrong.
"Cousin, you are here to enjoy the snow and drink alone, so you don't even call me for such an elegant thing." Mu Nanzhi was busy sitting next to Lu Zhishan in three steps and poured a glass of white water by himself. After drinking a large glass, he muttered, "It's really cold to the outside."
Lu Zhishan looked at the girl's frosty cheeks, the sweat on the tip of her nose, and some complicated hair buns. Now the hair buns have been loosened, her forehead horns are broken, and some are messy. But it is even more charming, and Lu Zhishan can even imagine how charming and beautiful the girl who has just been groomed.
"Because it's cold, why don't you stay in the house?" Lu Zhishan called Song Fu to come in and brought Mu Nanzhi a hot cup of milk tea. "I'm not afraid to see it. After drinking this cup of tea, go back quickly . "
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