The woman was stunned, staring blankly at the man who suddenly jumped under her umbrella covered in moisture, and took a step back in bewilderment.
There was a slight smile on Feng Muyun's handsome brows. He took a step forward, holding the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, and by the way, holding the girl's hand. His eyes couldn't hide his focus and warmth: "Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend."
He looked up at the sky: "Girl, it's raining too much, I don't have an umbrella, why don't you give me a ride."
The beautiful woman who had just opened her heart, her heart seemed to be soaked in fine wine, and she silently remembered this sentence in her mind.
She was shy and at a loss, unable to be calm and generous.
He just pulled out his hand forcefully, gave the oil-paper umbrella to the man, and clenched the handbag, which contained the medicine package bought for his sick sister.
With her head lowered, she just walked along the path of bluestone slabs, and stood still when she arrived at a courtyard with red tiles and white walls.
"I'm here, you come here tomorrow and return the umbrella to me, you go quickly." The woman said, without waiting for him to speak, she turned and entered the courtyard gate, shutting him out.
Feng Muyun smiled. Along the way, he wanted to talk to her more and raised several topics, but she remained silent.
When she got here, before she had time to ask her name, she closed the door and chased him away.
Feng Muyun smiled, walked around to the gate, looked at the plaque on it, it turned out to be Gu's residence.
Now that I have an oil-paper umbrella in my hand and know where she lives, it's fine to come back tomorrow.
He returned to the lake along the original road, and jumped on the painting boat.
The subordinate looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and was a little puzzled: "Young commander, there are so many umbrellas in the boat, why didn't you take one when you went ashore?
Your oil-paper umbrella is so small that it can't cover it at all, and your body is mostly wet. "
But he just smiled, with raised eyebrows and eyes, handsome and handsome, without explaining.
He glanced sideways at the rain-soaked clothes, and frowned slightly. Her shoulders seemed to be wet a little too, wondering if she might be sick.
"Go back." Feng Muyun opened the gauze curtain of the painting boat, looked at the hazy lake surface with a smile on his lips, "It's really worthwhile to come out today and see such a beautiful scenery."
The subordinate smiled and said: "If the young commander likes this place, he can find time to come here every day in the future. After watching this year, there will be next year. The same scenery will be there every year."
The curvature of Feng Muyun's lips became wider and wider.
But just after returning to the Governor's Mansion, something urgent happened, and he had to deal with it for his father, the delay was seven days.
When he was done, he rushed to Gu's mansion with an oil-paper umbrella, but saw a woman wearing a plain cheongsam and a fringed shawl, picking peach blossoms under the peach tree at the door.
The breeze blows, and the fallen leaves are colorful.
"Girl, I'll return your umbrella." Feng Muyun stared at the woman's graceful profile for a long time, and couldn't help breaking the beautiful scene.
The woman turned her head back, with black hair like a cloud, wearing a mahogany hairpin, no makeup on her face, a thin and pale face, but there was a touch of sickness between her eyebrows, which made me feel more pitiful.
She stared at the handsome man who was walking towards her step by step, as if a ray of light shone into Qiu Shui's eyes.
Feng Muyun stood in front of her, and handed her the oil-paper umbrella, with a smile on his face, his tone was gentle and tender: "The last time we had a quick goodbye, you haven't told me what your name is."