Chapter 69

At this time, Feng Zhiwei has turned the corridor, put on the mask again, and went straight to the "Lihua house" of Madame Qiu Fu.

She walked as fast as the wind. When she was admitted to the hospital, all the servants and servants passing by could not see the figure clearly. Feng Zhiwei only felt that the summer wind was very cold, but also extremely hot. It was like a fire rushing into her heart, burning her viscera and turning into ashes in an instant.

In the dust, this brush does not go to the family affection, this long parting reunion, the faint hope, this time of preparation is full of painstaking.

Why, why?

She carries full of desolation, running in the hot wind, as if to be so and so bitter, against the wind to disperse.

A hand behind her gently touches her shoulder.

Feng Zhiwei was shocked and froze in place. After a long time of looking back, she found that Gu Nan Yi, who never touched others, was really Gu Nan Yi.

He looked at her through the veil. The cloister was quiet and far-reaching, surrounded by flowers and trees. Behind the veil moved by the wind, the face of the man was blurred. His only eyes were shining, like the purest obsidian.

The corridor is deep, and the men and women with long bodies meet each other.

The four sides are as quiet as this, and a cluster of deep red peony is burning and blooming beside the carving fence.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly reached out and held his hand, then turned around and gently leaned on his shoulder.

"Borrow your shoulder and lean on me..."

Gu Nan Yi, stiff in the summer wind.

His world, one foot, three inches.

Front and back, one step away.

Twenty two years, he walked in his feet and three inches, no one dares to approach, nor let anyone approach.

However, today, as the ice is broken and the clouds are opened, the man comes close to him lightly and can not be refused. His sweet breath moves the veil on his cheek, which is soft and cool.

Gu Nan Yi is a little confused and confused. He frowns slightly and doesn't know what to do.

So close, so quiet breathing, close to the ear, moist and warm, he should hate, just as he hates the coarse cloth, noisy voice, dazzling light All the sounds are like the creak of broken wood, all the light is as dazzling as white electricity, the coarse clothes are like sandpaper, and even the faces are often broken into a pile of frightening fragments.

However, at the moment, this quiet and incisive breath suddenly made him feel quiet.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling. In a trance, he seemed to hear that many years ago, who stroked his hair like that and said, "my Nanyi, my parents have nothing to do with his life. I just hope you know how to feel happy.".

Happy Feeling He didn't understand either word.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the face on his shoulder. The woman closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a black winged butterfly in the wind. The strong fragrance of Paeonia suffruticosa curled from the side of the fence, but not as quiet and graceful as her fragrance.

The hand gently placed on his shoulder was as thin as a scallion, with delicate knuckles, and his fingernails shining with pearls.

Gu Nan Yi looks up slightly, facing the beautiful summer breeze.

Feeling It's called feeling.

Feng Zhiwei doesn't know this moment, this man who is always fixed like jade and is not broken, has the first ups and downs of his life, such as the snow capped mountains sealed for thousands of years, but suddenly open a line of light, just waiting for a moment to roar in the open.

She just felt tired and tired, and needed a stable rest, and the man's silence was upright, and could bear all the sadness and sadness of her moment.

Face down, slightly bored in his shoulder, and then she looked up with a smile, as if nothing had happened: "go."

Looking at the woman's brisk pace, Gu Nan Yi slightly tilted her head, and her cheek leaned against the warm place just now.

There was a faint fragrance on his face. He sniffed it carefully, and then he felt that his face was moist.

Gu Nan Yi reached out his hand and touched his face. He lifted his finger to the sun, and there was a faint trace of water.

He looked at for a long time puzzled, and suddenly touched his shoulder. Feng knew where his face had been.

Touch a little moist.

The corridor is deep, the summer light and shadow mottled to turn, the light and shadow in the hands stop on their shoulders, standing for a long time.

Mrs. Qiu had ordered people to wait in the main hall of "Lihua residence" for a long time. However, Mr. Wei did not come and was inconvenient to go out to meet her. In a moment of doubt, she suddenly saw a man with a blue shirt floating in the sun.

The maidservant who came out to check quickly went back to the inner room to report that Madame Qiu came out with a large number of maid maids. She was a little puzzled why she was not accompanied by the steward of Qiu's mansion. Feng Zhiwei had already smiling and bowing: "I've met Madame Qiu."

"Call me aunt." Mrs. Qiu laughed very kindly. Before the war, the master took special care of her. This young and proud Minister of Wei, not only should he not offend her, but also try his best to win over her. Don't neglect her.

The young man was not humble or arrogant in the hall. He was elegant, elegant and elegant. He was also very charming. Mrs. Qiu tenderly offered her seat and sighed at her three sons. How could none of them have such talents.

The main guest exchanged greetings. According to Mrs. Qiu's intention, meeting Wei Zhi in the inner courtyard was just a gesture of kindness in Qiu's mansion. Since Wei Zhi was called Qiu Shangqi's uncle, he should be entertained as an elder. After a few words, he served tea, and then the young minister was treated by three young masters of Qiu's family. So she quickly brought tea.After taking the tea, Feng knew that she didn't move. She even picked up the tea on her hand and drank it slowly. She also said with a smile: "the Fragrant Mountain Nestle of autumn house is very good. You can try it too."

Gu Nan Yi put down his hand which had been on his shoulder and twisted his fingers to make sure that it was not wet. He pushed away the tea that Feng Zhiwei handed over and said, "dirty."

Feng knows a tiny smile, autumn house up and down the face is blue.

Mrs. Qiu's face was also very ugly - did Wei Zhi come from the countryside and didn't know the rules? How can an attendant sit on the side of the master and talk a lot?

"Madame." Feng Zhiwei finished his tea and then said slowly, "my nephew, I want to talk to you..."

She didn't go on and looked around.

Mrs. Qiu was stunned. Feng Zhiwei said again, "I went to Huwei camp the day before yesterday..."

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