It's a clear night, the moon is white and the wind is clear. Occasionally, a few scattered Buddha flowers floated into the room from the window. Jiu Feng leaned against Donghua's arms and counted the stars through the half-hour window. Tonight, the river is shallow, which makes the stars in the sky look more and more. Thailand is recovering from serious injuries. Jiu Feng's tipsy face is somewhat lazy. Donghua holds Buddhist scriptures and occasionally glances at her, which can give birth to a smile in her eyes. Suddenly she asked, "Are you sleeping?"
"Lin Chong has taken him to rest." Donghua's voice was moist and mellow, and Jiu Feng let out a cry with satisfaction. Say that finish, he wriggled in his arms and stopped talking.
After a while, Donghua said, "Xiaobai, do you have anything to tell me?"
"No."
"... then why did you grab my clothes? They are almost torn. "
Jiu Feng thinks it is not easy to concentrate, but when she concentrates, she likes to grab something and twist it. At the moment, she is pointing to the fiber and twisting Donghua's obscene clothes. When she looked down, the cloth she had grabbed was a little slippery. Jiu Feng gently loosened her fingers and stroked Zou Baba's clothes like a treasure. On the way, she didn't forget to glance at Donghua. At this moment, she looked at a pair of dark and deep eyes, and Jiu Feng showed one eye.
At this time, a gust of wind passed, and the originally half-open window sash was tightly buckled. After the silence, Donghua put down his Buddhist scriptures and Shi Shiran reached out to pull Jiu Feng's skirt.
Chicken nine frightened, retract a hand pinched her skirt, "you, what are you doing? ! "
Donghua calmly pried open her hand. "Long time no see."
Jiu Feng held Donghua's finger with sincerity in his eyes. He said, "... shall we sleep?"
Donghua well, hand movements did not stop, Jiu Feng looked at the fingers kept in his hand a little farther away, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in her mind. At this critical moment, she realized that Tai half misunderstood that' let's sleep' means sleeping, which means simply sleeping!
Although she doesn't hate this kind of thing, after being single for 200 years, she suddenly wants to do something so exciting. She is really a little shy and uncomfortable. When she was in a daze, there was a chill in her chest, which made her mourning hall clear. She pressed her tall finger against her chest and said, "Wait a minute!"
Donghua leered at her to rest. "Huh?"
Jiu Feng's serious and rigorous way: "It's not easy for me to recover from a serious injury ... it's hard."
Donghua nodded: "Well, I see." Keep reaching for it.
"In fact, what I want to say is that the ring is back to you!" Jiu Feng was in a hurry, and her tone was impatient and blunt. Waiting for her to react, she saw Donghua's hand on her skirt, her eyebrows frowning slightly, her shadow swaying in the dark pupil, and Jiu Feng's heart ached a few times. What she cared about just now was really returning the ring to him, not because she didn't like it, but because she couldn't. He loves her, she knows, she knows.
This is half his heart. Rao is ignorant. I remember glancing at an ancient book in the library of the Qing Dynasty's religious studies, which recorded the skill of cutting the heart. The ancient book says,' the pain in the world is nothing more than the extreme pain of gouging out the heart, which lasts until the heart is perfect.' At that time, I was still wandering in deep sorrow for some time. Only a fool would do such a thing.
Providence is unpredictable, and fate is unpredictable. I didn't expect to teach myself how painful it is to meet such a fool. She didn't dare to think before, but now she can't bear to think. Now she has only half a heart in her chest. Although he didn't say anything, she knew that she would suffer from gouging out her heart every day. It is true that with Donghua's strength, it can be repaired for a hundred years, but the pain of this hundred years can be completed.
Jiu Feng couldn't bear all the pain for him, but this cause and effect can never be disturbed by external forces. If he cuts out his own heart, he will suffer great pain. But how can you bear to watch him suffer? So I want to return the ring to him. Maybe this will repair half a heart quickly.
Can come up with such a wonderful way, some admire her quick wits, Feng Jiu has been in the draft just before she snuggled up in Donghua's arms, which is more appropriate. She thought of tenderness and fierceness, and also thought of deep affection and seriousness, but she didn't think of simplicity and rudeness. Now things have suddenly changed. Although Feng Jiu is blind, she rarely keeps up in a crisis. Donghua's indifferent voice came from overhead: "You think too much, I just want to close my skirt for you. It's very cold in the morning palace at night, and your injury has improved. Stop catching a cold. " Reached out and closed the skirt, sighed, "You just don't want it?"
After listening to his straightforward words, Jiu Feng inexplicably felt a sense of loss. He said, "You can't do it. Don't think that I don't know the consequences of ripping out my heart without telling me. You know I'm smart. I just want you to mend your heart quickly. I don't want you to suffer. I don't want to ... "Jiu Feng buried his head in Donghua's armpit, and his voice floated out of the gap.
Donghua's mouth rose slightly and said with relief, "You are so smart, you should know that it is difficult for a heart that has been ripped out to return to the noumenon, and it is even more impossible to respect heaven like me."
"What? ! "Jiu Feng looked up, stare big eyes, her forehead is a bit messy. Obviously, she doesn't know.
Donghua bowed his head to her, silver hair swept Jiu Feng's eyebrows. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes. Before she opened them, she only felt something pressing down on her head. Donghua raised his hand and pressed her back to his armpit. Jiu Feng felt the fragrant fragrance pouring into her nose, which made her dizzy. So she forgot her own business. Shure heard a sweet rumbling coming from Donghua's sternum:
"But ..." Jiu Feng wants to say something to prove that she is smart, but don't interrupt Donghua. "No buts, go to sleep."
Before Jiu Feng could speak, Donghua reached out and picked her up from under his arm, changed her posture and put it on his arm. She closed her eyes and stopped talking. Jiu Feng couldn't help breathing fresh air, but she wasn't so persistent. Jiu Feng put his arm around Donghua's waist and felt sleepy. Half asleep, she asked, "Do you smell too good?" Donghua did not speak. Jiu Feng thought he was asleep and was about to pass out, but heard him hum.
Jiu Feng regained a little consciousness, so he continued to ask, "Have your tastes changed recently? Do you like the rich fragrance? " Jiu Feng thinks that Di Jun's old people's preferences are changing too fast and still so extreme.
"I took care of you naked for three months, and it was hard to avoid a little smell, so I smoked more fragrant pills before going to bed," he said, turning over and hugging her more tightly. "There seems to be no strange smell."
"……"
At that time, when he said this, the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, and Jiu Feng never had a chance to see the peerless description when the emperor closed his eyes and smiled, because she was entangled in the rich fragrance.
There is no wind at night. Have a good sleep. ...