Chapter 378

When Fang Yuan came home from work today, it was a little more than 6 o'clock in the evening. It was not dark yet.

When he leaned on the Kang and lit a cigarette, it was already more than 8:30. His stomach was growling and hungry.

Men always expend too much energy when they do that kind of thing.

He wanted to eat, but Chen Wanyue said, "I'll dance for you?"

Looking at a woman wearing only a white shirt, with long black hair and shawl and half turned star eyes, Fang Yuan is really charming. Of course, Fang Yuan won't be foolish enough to refuse her kindness. He says he is actually very hungry now. He just wants to eat, so he doesn't want to see her dance.

Can only smile and nod: "OK, what dance do you want to dance for me?"

"These days, I always hear you whistle Katyusha, so I'll dance russian dance for you."

Chen Wanyue thought about it before she said.

"Well, you hurry. I'm ready to croak with two hands -- what, do you want to accompany?"

"Can you play musical instruments?"

"You can dance russian dance, I can play musical instruments."

"But I didn't find any musical instruments at home. I didn't even have a harmonica."

"The real musical instrument comes from nature. You can see it when you go out and look right."

Seeing that Chen Wanyue pulled his slippers and turned to the door, Fang Yuan quickly said, "are you going out like this?"

"Cluck, who else can see me except you?"

Chen Wanyue giggled, pulled down her white shirt with both hands, and walked out with light steps.

It has to be said that the appearance of a beautiful woman wearing only a man's white shirt is really charming and looks like a long legged man. Although the key points are covered by the skirt, it can add an exciting charm.

Chen Wanyue walked out of the door of the main house and looked to the right as Fang Yuan said -- after seeing the small willow tree by the wall, she smiled.

This little willow was not planted on purpose. It grew entirely by itself. It was not as tall as Chen Wanyue, but it was vibrant. The willow branches were windless and automatic, and the willow leaves were like a small sharp knife flickering in the moonlight.

The moon is round and bright tonight.

When Chen Wanyue came in, she turned off the lighting in the bedroom. The silver moonlight immediately spilled in from the window. It was like a layer of white frost on the floor.

White moonlight, white shirt, white slender legs, but a pair of big red embroidered shoes.

After knowing something, Fang Yuan was particularly disgusted with the red embroidered shoes, especially those embroidered with other shore flowers on the vamp, which looked black and red under the silver moonlight, just like a copper coffin from a distant underground.

Chen Wanyue stood quietly in front of the Kang.

After the lights went out, it was the moonlight behind her back, so Fang Yuan couldn't see her clearly. He could only feel her eyes flashing. His left hand was slowly raised, his right hand was stretched back, bent his left knee and lowered his head. When his black hair fell down like a waterfall, it was like a night ghost.

It was as if she, like the embroidered shoes, came from the ancient tomb in the mountains in the South (the shoes sent by Xia Tianwen were unearthed from there).

Looking at Chen Wanyue who kept this action for a long time, Fang Yuan sighed gently in his heart, put the willow leaves on his mouth, and tried the sound a little. The melodious melody of Russian music sounded leisurely.

As the melody of Katyusha sounded, Chen Wanyue moved, just like a swan about to spread its wings, raised her hands above her head, stretched her slender neck, raised her left leg very quickly, and began to fall slowly when it was parallel to her shoulder. At the same time, her body was half twisted, and her movement was fast again.

Ghost.

Yes, at this time, Chen Wanyue is like a night ghost dancing in the moonlight and the sound of flute.

The willow leaves around him blow well and can be called professional, which is also the skill he learned from goats.

Sometimes, Fang Yuan really doesn't understand. The old guy who looks like Lao Liu knows so many things except that he is a professional grave robber. It's no exaggeration to say that he is a gangster.

(in many people's opinion, this idiom is a derogatory term. In fact, its origin is quite strong. It has something to do with the famous King mengchang in history. If you are interested, you can ask Du Niang. It's a very interesting story. There's not much wordy here.)

Silver moonlight, top beauty, melodious flute sound -- looking at the dancing ghost, another person's shadow floated in his mind: Katyusha, the Russian girl who had repeatedly made him promise to depend on her.

How is she now? Should she be living a normal life?

When Fang Yuan thought of Katyusha in his heart, it was as if Chen Wanyue had become her in front of her. There was more obvious tenderness (actually the meaning of care) in the sound of the flute. The melody was more and more slow and melodious, but it always revolved around a young girl standing in front of the cliff, looking down at the light gauze in Hanoi and missing the soldiers in the distance.

At the end of the song, Chen Wanyue slowly put down her raised right foot, walked slowly to the Kang, knelt on the hand, put her elbows on the edge of the Kang, and looked at the surrounding area with flashing eyes.

"What are you looking at? Don't you know me?"

Fang Yuan smiled silently, reached up the black silk covering her face and slowly put it behind her head.

"You are thinking of someone in your heart."

Chen Wanyue said softly, "that's a young girl. I can hear that you miss her very much. "

"Yes, I'm thinking about a girl, but I just treat her as a niece. Well, it's a niece."

After determining that she did locate Katyusha as a niece, Fang Yuan specially repeated: "however, I don't know what she is like now, or even whether she is dead or alive -- what about you? When I was dancing just now, I was thinking about a person. Did I ask in summer? "

"I think of the years when he took good care of me and the words he said to me when he left that night."

Neither did Chen.

The night Fang Yuan came back from Lihua mountain, summer asked, sent her this pair of embroidered shoes, and told her before leaving: I hope I can marry her as a wife in the next life, and I will love her and take care of her.

Like playing the willow flute and thinking of Katyusha, Chen Wanyue asked him as summer when she was dancing.

The same is that two people look at each other and think of others.

The difference is that when Fang Yuan thought of Katyusha, she just regarded her as a niece and worried about her, while Chen Wanyue wanted to really have an afterlife and live a good life with summer.

During these days, they lived a life that could only be lived by husband and wife, with seemingly incomparable love.

But in fact, they have their own world. No one has ever regarded each other as a lover in their own life.

It has to be said that the relationship between the two men and women is very complex and even deformed. However, they get together and live a life of love more than most couples.

Fang Yuan looked at the woman with water mist floating in her eyes in the dark night. After a long silence, she said, "I know why he sent you this pair of embroidered shoes."

"You never asked me, I never said, you know?"

Chen Wanyue raised her head and looked at Fang Yuan.

"I don't want to ask, just as you don't want to say, we all hate these shoes. Because our lives are changed because of such a pair of shoes. "

Fang Yuan took the willow leaf, pasted it on Chen Wanyue's forehead, smiled and said, "but no matter what, we can't escape this reality -- I asked to send you this pair of shoes in summer to tell you that he can't live too long."

"You're right."

Chen Wanyue slowly fell on Fang Yuan's legs and sighed: "Alas, it was after he sent this pair of shoes that I knew why he didn't tell me at the beginning. Even if we had a relationship, it didn't play a great role in you except harming me."

"He misses you and dies with him."

Fang Yuan said faintly.

"Yes, that's what he meant."

Chen Wanyue smiled and said, "however, I won't blame him, but thank him."

Fang Yuan asked, "you are grateful to him because you know your husband who once loved you. Would you like to invite you to that world and start your life again?"

Chen Wanyue said faintly, "in fact, only when I am with him can I feel calm. So no matter what he wants me to do, I won't ask why. I know he really cares about me. "

"If you have a chance, give this pair of shoes to Xia Xiaoyun. Although this is a fake pair, it may play a certain role in Xia Xiaoyun... "

When Fang Yuan said this, he heard the door outside the window being patted.

"Who will come?"

Chen Wanyue looked back.

"Just look."

A few minutes later, Fang Yuan, wearing shorts and vest, saw Qin Dachuan who looked back from time to time when he patted the door.

Just like all husbands who accompany their wives at home, Fang Yuan didn't have much favor with Qin Dachuan, an uninvited guest who disturbed the two people's world. He asked stiffly, "what's up?"

"Yes, yes, of course. They all say that night owls come into the house and don't come -- hey, can you let your friends in first and then?"

Qin Dachuan asked Fang Yuan's opinion, but he squeezed in before he promised.

For Qin Xiaobing's sake, no one around pushed him out.

After Qin Dachuan came in, he turned around and closed the gate of the courtyard, and then inserted it into the door. It seemed that if it wasn't like this, a bad dog would break in at any time.

Fang Yuan frowned: "why did you provoke the enemy to pursue and kill?"

"It's hard to say."

Qin Dachuan pasted it on the door panel and breathed a sigh of relief: "man, drink water first. I'm so thirsty... It would be better to have beer."

With that, Qin Dachuan went to the other side of the house.

But he was grabbed by Fang Yuan's shoulder.

He turned back and asked, "why, my friend came to your house and didn't come to a bottle of beer?"

"Sit over there. There are people in the room. It's inconvenient."

Fang Yuan raised his finger to the stone table.

"Ha, it's Shangyu -- it's impossible?"

As soon as his words were out, Qin Dachuan realized something and hurried to the stone table: "Cheng, just sit outside. Drinking to the moon is also a great pleasure in life. What, do you have anything to eat? Steamed bread and pickled vegetables are OK. I'm starving. "

Looking at Qin Dachuan, who was not seen at all, he was speechless.

But still looking at Qin Xiaobing's face, he didn't say anything. He turned on the light in the yard and went to the kitchen.

Before Fang Yuan came home, Chen Wanyue had already cooked rice: dried rice with white rice and stewed mushrooms with chicken.

"Wow, first emperor treatment."

As soon as Fang Yuan put these things on the stone table, Qin Dachuan couldn't wait. It was like the first emperor who had died for 80 years was resurrected. He picked up a chicken leg with chopsticks and ate it in his mouth.

"Why, did you lose?"

Seeing this guy like a starving ghost, Fang Yuan, who was already hungry, was worried that he would eat clean. He quickly picked up a chicken leg. When he asked these five words, there was only one bone left in the chicken leg.

As for the speed of eating, Mr. Fang can throw away the 17th and 18th streets of qindachuan.