Chapter 969

"Although he is a very good person and is very good to me, I just don't like him very much and want to stay away from him." Wei added a few more words.

Cangchu said with a sigh: "it doesn't matter. I'll be fine in a month. When I get the medicine from Fengyin, you can restore all your memories."

This sentence seems to be a sincere consideration for iris Wei.

But Wei iris only thought coldly in her heart that cangchu really has a delicate heart, which is really too hypocritical.

"That's what he told me. Let me be patient for a while." Wei iris then said cangchu.

"I try to shorten the time. Mujin really cares about you, and he should also accommodate your feelings. But, you know, he is also a man, with normal needs. You are his wife, but you don't want to be close to him, and he is not you, so what he will do in the future is not good. You understand him. I think there will not be several times " Cangchu lowered his eyebrows and smiled at Wei irises.

Wei iris stood aside and didn't speak. Instead, she clenched her hand in the sleeve. How could she see in cangchu's eyes the feeling that Ning Fuyan only needs your happiness and I have everything good?

Is cangchu doing this to admire Jin?

Or do you mean to tell her?

"I'll try." Wei said in a low voice, then turned her eyes and asked, "you are Sue's teacher. What's the relationship between you and me? How do I feel? Your relationship with mujin is very good. "

"We are good friends. As for my relationship with mujin, I used to be a master and a servant. Now He is also a master and servant. He works for him under his hand. He is his subordinate. " Cang Chu thought about it seriously. Under the flickering light, Cang Chu's smile was pure like a child.

"You used to be servants? That is to say, you used to be mu Jin's subordinates, and then you and I became confidants? " Wei iris looks complicated by these relationships.

When Wei iris said this, su'er, who was sleeping in bed, turned over, smashed her mouth, and then said some dreamwords vaguely. However, Wei iris still heard that su'er's dreamwords were "master"

"are you sleepy? If you're not sleepy, let's go out and talk? " Cang Chu seems to be afraid of waking up su'er who is sleeping, so he suggests.

Wei iris shook her head and said curiously, "I'm not sleepy, shall we go out and talk?"

In the secluded bower, the bright moonlight splashed down from the gap of the leaves, leaving the mottled ground.

Cang Chu and Wei iris are sitting on the railing.

Cangchu's sitting posture is somewhat casual, with one foot stepping on the railing and his back resting on the red cylinder. A black blue silk is tied up by a black hair, which gives a natural and unrestrained feeling.

Wei iris sat on the other side of the railing, watching cangchu Lingxiu put his clean hand on his knee, while the other hand was holding a white porcelain wine pot.

Cangchu starts from the first day when he knows mujin and tells Wei iris what mujin was like at that time.

At that time, mujin was still a young man. He was noble, holy and dust-free. At the same time, he could not be expected.

His character is also very gentle. His eyes are clear and pure without any impurities. When he smiles, he looks like a fresh ice flower, with a gentle elegance and a peach blossom blooming in spring.

Wei iris listens to cangchu's description of mujin, how does she feel that mujin's appearance before is similar to cangchu's.

Cangchu is not warm as jade, clear eyes, bright smile?

Cangchu raised his elegant neck, poured a pot of sake into his mouth, and then slowly flowed into his stomach along his throat. Soon, his face was flushed.

Cangchu wipes the wine stains from his mouth with his sleeve, and goes on to say that mujin likes it.

But cangchu said more and more, but Wei iris thought cangchu was talking about himself.

Is it not something cangchu often does to watch the night cherry in spring, the stars in summer, the full moon in autumn and the early snow in winter?

Why do you say that MOJIN likes it?

She also heard cangchu play flute, each time is the same song, but cangchu never played before her, nor said he can play flute.

As for mujin, she didn't even know that mujin could play flute, and cangchu even said that mujin liked these silk and bamboo instruments.

Wei iris is listening quietly, but some of her hobbies are the same as mujin.

Cangchu said that at last, he suddenly said: "after I left taiwomb, I have been imitating mujin's every move, every word and deed, especially in the five years of the hidden family, I lived like mujin, but..."

As for the last sentence, Cang Chu choked, and his warm eyes were red in a flash, and the little tears were shining at the bottom of the eyes like twinkling stars.

Wei iris was stunned at this. She was really stunned. Cangchu had been imitating mujin before?

However, in this case, why didn't mujin react at all? Can't he see his trace on cangchu?

"But what?" Wei asked.

"But she will never like me." The tears in cangchu's eyes covered his eyes. Every drop of tears, like diamonds shining, was so painful.

Wei iris is really shocked. She has known cangchu for so many years. She has never seen cangchu so sad and sad, let alone shed tears.

"You Like MOJIN Wei said this in a surprised way.

If you like a person, you will unconsciously turn yourself into a person you like. What cangchu said is true. It can be said that cangchu's love for mujin is unforgettable.

All these years have passed, cangchu still remembers mujin's likes and habits so clearly, and the support behind him is love.

Cang Chu didn't speak. Turning around, he poured the rest of the wine into his mouth. First it was cool, then it was hot, burning his throat, letting the tears from the corner of his eyes drop down, down his white skin, from his chin to the mottled ground.

Leave a shallow tear mark.

All this seems to be very light, but it's so shocking in the eyes of iris Wei.

If all this is performed, then cangchu's acting skills are also very good, right?

That kind of heartache, that kind of hopelessness, that kind of sadness all seeped out of the blood little by little. No matter the eyes, or the slightly wrinkled eyebrows, they can only be possessed by the people who have really moved their feelings.