"Scenery." He looked down at her, the corners of his eyes quietly bent up, this smile will not make people feel happy, he said: "you should be on guard against me."
"Why..." She did not understand, because her intuition has always been strong, in his body, she did not feel malicious, this is a pure and beautiful man, she thinks so.
Mufeng raised his hand and gently touched her head. The emotion in his eyes was more invisible. It was like a breeze, which could not be caught or touched. It was just a feeling of rushing by, which only made people feel frustrated.
"Because you don't know me yet." He said, and then stretched out a long and beautiful finger to scratch her nose, "summer master taught you not to judge by appearance, right?"
She muttered, "you can't judge by appearances You can't eat me. "
"I have this idea."
She looked up in surprise.
"It seems that the scenery is true." He jokingly said: "it's just a joke, don't take it seriously."
The scenery raised the heart to let go again, she curled her mouth and said: "this joke is not fun."
"If you don't like scenery, I won't say it next time."
Somehow, no matter what the words were, as long as they were said from his mouth, she could feel a strong indulgence and connivance, and then she could not help blushing and heartbeat.
Maybe it's the adrenaline that's driving her brain, and before thinking about it, she blurts out, "do you have anyone you like?"
This topic seems to be a taboo, because the atmosphere froze in an instant.
He didn't speak and the smile in his eyes was gone.
Scenery felt uneasy, there is a sense of urgency, she is eager to know the answer to this question.
After a long time, as long as a century, and as if only in a moment, his dark and silent eyes suddenly brightened, and his indifferent smile reappeared. He said, "yes."
This word, suddenly let her taste bitter taste.
Her hands on the side of her body nervously grasped the corner of her skirt, "the person you like She must be beautiful
"Yes, she is beautiful." In the light voice of the artistic wind, she was infected with the uncommon miss, and the unique sentimental.
Her uneasiness reached the extreme. She asked carefully in a soft and tender voice, "then she Does she live here, too? "
The breeze in the woods suddenly stopped, and the rustling of leaves stopped.
In this quiet environment, only came his quiet voice like the wind, "she is dead."
She felt the ultimate despair.
Because the living can never compare with the dead.
This sense of despair came suddenly and violently. She was even more aware of a panic. The scenery moved her lips, and she couldn't even say the words of comfort. She said in a hurry: "I've been out for too long. My father will be worried. I'll go back first."
Run away.
Behind that if there is no line of sight, she seems to have noticed, but also seems to have not noticed, can only speed up the pace, left the Linglong village which is hidden by everyone.
It was not until she got out of the gate that she breathed a sigh of relief.
She has an illusion that she has been lovelorn before she starts to fall in love. The strangeness of this illusion makes her feel uncomfortable. This person named Shufeng should have nothing to do with her. She just has to wait for ten years quietly until the plot begins, and then wait for the man named Zhou Xing.
But most of the time, things don't work out as people want.
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