"Of course we'll be together, but we can't stay here. It's not our home. It's said that women get married from their husbands. As your wife, I should follow you home, right?" Wei iris is looking for the temptation.
She wants to know who he is, what his name is, and who he is!
Xiaojinjin nodded thoughtfully: "but it's not my home. I hate that place. They all shut me up in the room. They didn't let me out. They didn't listen to me. They promised to help me find my wife, but they didn't find her at all. They are bad people. I don't want to go back. Maybe they will lock me up again after I go back I can't see the lady! "
Little Jin Jin is reluctant to hold Wei iris in her arms again!
No matter how weiiris persuades and coaxes, xiaojinjin refuses to let go and say what it is!
Wei has no choice but to postpone the plan.
And I don't know when it's going to be. Anyway, she can't let him stay with her for too long.
And in case mujin is found one day, mujin knows that she sleeps with another man every night. Even if that man is only seven years old, he will be angry, right?
"Since you don't know your name, then..." Wei thought for a moment and said, "then I'll call you Bailian later?"
The first time I met him, he was wearing a white dress. The ripples at the bottom of his skirt were like lotus flowers, so she called him little white lotus.
You can't call him "hello"? He can't be called a husband!
"Well, you can call it what you want!" Little Jin Jin smiles like a hook and a moon!
Wei iris just closed her eyes to go to bed, but little Jinjin over there pulled off her sleeve and looked at Wei iris slightly: "lady, I feel a little uncomfortable there!"
"Where?" Wei iris opens her eyes. It's not when Li Luo and Feng Yin carry him away that she makes him knock or bump into something, right?
"Here, I don't know why, as long as I see the lady, it will stand up!" Xiaojinjin holds back her rippling eyes and points to her own place.
Wei irises looks along the direction of xiaojinjin's fingers, and immediately sees the black line.
Then turn your back and ignore the White Lotus!
She also felt that she could not treat this white lotus as a seven-year-old child, because even though he was only seven years old in mind, he had all the things and desires of a man!
Xiaojinjin sees Wei iris turning over and thinks that Wei iris is asleep, so she holds Wei iris directly from the back and her head is close to her neck.
Wei iris thought it was mujin for a moment, but then her clear consciousness told her that he was not mujin! It will never be MOJIN, and it is impossible to replace MOJIN!
Wei iris may be tired of operating on Miss Liu in the daytime, so she went to sleep later. She felt that the people beside her had released their hands and seemed to get out of bed
Weiiri doesn't care about this. Her limbs can stretch out.
The sound of a rooster in the dawn sky.
When it's time to get up again, Wei opened her eyes lazily and lingered on the bed for a while. Her mind slowly returned to her brain. She got up.
Strange, how about white lotus?
Wei irises takes a closer look and finds that Bai Lian is lying on the table and sleeping!
When Wei iris came to Bai Lian, she found that there were still some white papers on the table with some pictures on them. She picked them up and looked at them carefully. The more she looked at them, the more they looked like they were drawn while she was sleeping.
Although only a few strokes, but it is her sleeping face painted very vivid.
Wei iris's breath tightened and looked at the painting in her hand, as if time had returned to the time when she had just married mujin. When she was in the prime minister's office, mujin was busy until very late because of the imperial court's affairs. At that time, she was already asleep and occupied the whole bed.
Mujin was helpless, and did not want to wake her up, so she stood beside the bed and drew her sleeping posture with a brush, and laughed at her poor sleeping posture.
And the painting in her hand is the same as that of mujin?
Wei irises a pair of unbelievable eyes light slowly to lie on the table to sleep sweet white lotus.
Is this painting really painted by white lotus? Wei iris doesn't believe it. It must have been painted by mujin. Mujin must have come while she was sleeping, and then she drew her sleeping posture to remind her that he has been there all the time, but for some reasons he can't recognize her.
Wei took the picture and ran out of the door. The sky was not completely bright outside. The black light was covered in the sky, making the scenery in front of her still a little whirling. The rising sun in the East, almost lingering, dyed half of the sky a layer of light red.
"Mujin, have you ever been here? Where are you? " Wei iris shouts to the open sky, hoping mujin can appear, and even more hoping to see mujin standing somewhere and watching her quietly.
However, Wei iris cried for a long time. All she answered was the silent air and the cold wind in the spring morning.
Li falls half a chair in the doorframe, hands ring chest of looking at Wei iris lonely and despairing figure!
Wei iris is finally tired. Endless despair and pain come to her. She pretends to be strong all the time. In an instant, she disintegrates. Like a homeless child, she loses a warm harbor.
"Go back? If he comes, he won't hide from you! " Li Luo goes to persuade.
He did not like a person, but also do not know what it would be like to like a person!
But when he looked at Wei's painful appearance, he knew that if he loved someone too much, he would become a part of himself. Once separated, he would be in great pain.
Wei iris's expression is very haggard and tired, a plain face full of sadness.
After seeing Li Luo, Wei iris passed by Li Luo.
"The wind is gone!"
"What do you say?" Wei iris is stunned.
"He went into the house in the middle of the night and carried away the wind chant. Maybe he knew where the wind chant was!" Li Luo said in a relaxed voice.
He? Is it Bailian?
Wei iris walked into the room immediately and saw that white lotus was still asleep. Wei iris woke up the white lotus.
White lotus bleary eyes open, see Wei iris, then split the lips of the smile, then also came to the more thick, as open in the mountains of Camellia general white light, soft waxy waxy cry: "Lady......"
"Where is the wind chanting?"
Bai Lian rubbed her eyes and turned them into pure black eyes without speaking.