Chapter 2:

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Feng Zhiwei squatted on the shore and watched calmly. This place was remote, there was something early in the morning, and no one would come. The five aunts passed by here in frustration.
The wet man swam over, the trembling fingers were about to touch the shore, and Feng Zhiwei broom gently flicked it away.
This is the mother.
When the mother returned to Qiufu with her younger brother, she knelt in front of Qiufu for three days and three nights, and the door opened on the third day. A pot of foot washing water splashed out and the foot basin was behind the door. Aunt's maidservant.
It was also a snowy day and it was colder than today. She knelt behind her mother and watched that the foot washes formed ice little by little on her mother's hair. Afterwards, the mother had a high fever for three days and three nights and almost lost her life.
The aunt Wu swam over for the second time. The lake caused a lot of ripples. Her movements were much slower. Her fingers were stiff and she wanted to grab a rock on the shore.
Feng Zhiwei raised his broom and pushed the five aunts out.
This one is for herself.
Liu Guanshi is a distant relative of the five aunts. She had long been in love with her. She first asked her to marry her as a continuation wife. After being rejected, she asked for a silly son to marry. The father and son shared the idea of ​​sharing a daughter. Before the uncle, the father and son stopped a little, but just a few days ago, Liu Guanshi blocked her in an old house where no one was going. If she hadn't carried scissors with her, Feng Zhiwei now, Either be the wife of father and son, or be driven out of Qiufu because of chastity.
The aunt Wu swam over for the third time. The woman was a bit fierce and fierce. She no longer tried to grab the rock on the shore, but suddenly grabbed the broom and hugged it down.
"Boom!"
Feng Zhi was caught off guard and was pulled into the lake by her!
The icy lake water surrounded her body instantly. She shivered and thought that she would be frozen immediately. However, after the initial cold, the endless heat flow in the body suddenly surged, and the fountain flowed all over the body, and outside the body. A cold attack, neutralizing the proper temperature as a hot spring, running and stretching between the blood channels and meridians, she actually felt warm and comfortable, as if soaked in hot water.
Feng Zhi was stunned, and touched her heart subconsciously. She had an inexplicable internal fever since childhood. She was always dry, burned like fire, and was very greedy. The doctor asserted that she could not live twenty years old. In the eyes of everyone, she Just a dying person.
This disease... probably heavier? Even the winter water doesn't feel cold.
Suddenly the scalp tightened, and the woman on the side grabbed her hair, Feng Zhiwei turned her head, and she saw the face that had shown a dead color, with a pale and grinning smile, and her fingers were tightly entangled. Her hair, trying to sink her together.
Feng Zhi turned his head slightly and smiled at her.
"Oh."
The snow of the scissors flashed on the green lake, a strand of black hair fell on the water, and the roots floated away clearly.
After grabbing an empty five aunt, she couldn't support it anymore, her head finally showed up on the water, and she sank silently.
Feng Zhiwei stepped on the top of her head and pushed her down a little more—since she was destined to die, she might die sooner.
With this force, her body jumped up and down, pulling her wet hair in the water-the lake water soaked her body with hot and dry heat. She felt that her body was brisk and clear, so comfortable that she didn't want to leave.
So she was soaking wet in the water, thinking about the aftermath of this matter-how to cover up the shore traces, how to explain to her mother that she suddenly had a short hair and soggy clothes.
None of this was a problem for her. After a while she reached for the stones on the shore and prepared to go ashore. She accidentally flicked her eyes to the water and her body stiffened.
A long, slender reflection of a coat of cloth is reflected in the mirror-like water.
Feng Zhiwei stared at the shadow.
The jade crown, the dark silver patterned robe on the moon white background, wearing a snow-white light fur, the light fur is glorious and precious, but the more splendid is the person's face, like the beauty of the world, condensed into one eyebrow, Instantly stunning Wanlijiangshan.
The eyebrows were slightly raised, exquisite like feathers, the lips were beautifully curved, and the hands of the gods were carefully portrayed. However, when these eyes of the peerless beauty were quietly turned under the thick long eyelashes, only the world was left. Eye-like jade brilliance.
The snow in the early winter blew up the snow, and a white plum forest floated across the shore. The plum blossoms and plum blossoms shattered like snow, passing through a icy lake, and then shattered in his flying coat. Slightly monotonous pale winter scenery, immediately picturesque.
Immortals in the mountains, senior men under the woods, the national hand Danqing, undescriptable posture
The man's body wrapped in light fur was slender, and the eucalyptus tree was generally standing on the hillside rock. From the posture, he was leaning slightly to look at himself in the lake.
Feng Zhiwei immediately sank underwater, and then looked up.
She looked into a pair of deep black cold eyes.
The eyes were so beautiful, they turned colorful when turning, and they were quiet when staring. The pure black and blue steel appeared in the black and white, like a rich brocade, layer by layer. The magnificent and distinguished but heavy and cold, drowning people.
Feng Zhiwei put his hands close to his chest, staring at the eyes that seemed to be passionate and soaked in the night, and wrote the wind, thinking, would the world be confused by such a stunning face, and could not see his eyes thousands of miles away? Frozen forest?
"Excuse me, let me let it go." She raised her head and motioned the man to give way to her feet.
The man didn’t move and looked down at her—Feng Zhiwei standing in the shallow water, a beautiful face exposed between the long hair scattered, the black and thin eyebrows soaked in the water, Wu Shen Ruoyu, a pair of eyes Mist, when looking at people, it seems to be a layer of blurred yarn.
It really looks like a delicate and harmless woman.
What a face... that surprised him.
In the flowing water, Feng Zhiwei bent over and cleverly protected his chest with his hands. He was not embarrassed and embarrassed by this posture, nor was he panicked because of the murder. He was still standing calmly in the water. The smile implied a fierce gaze that could not be avoided.
In front of this man's glassy eyes, any disguise will be a disgrace.