Women are always sentimental, with their thoughts wandering around. Looking at the king under the moonlight, Leng Bingbing always feels so unreal, as if he is a shadow that disappears when touched. Maybe happiness comes too suddenly, Maybe the dream is beautiful, too beautiful to be true, or maybe I don’t want to wake up. Leng Bingbing hugged Wang Busheng tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave. With her face pressed against Wang Busheng's chest, listening to his real heartbeat, Leng Bingbing slowly closed her eyes.
Well, Wang Busheng doesn't feel good. This is the second woman he has hugged. The first one was naturally holding Zhang Jinghui that night on Tianci Mountain. Maybe men are always fickle. Thinking of Zhang Jinghui, Wang Busheng is right. Zhang Jinghui's feelings also became blurry. Thinking of the day when her family came to pick her up, maybe it was destined that the two of them were born from different backgrounds and would never meet again.
The woman he was holding in his arms today has become his wife, his woman. Wang Busui couldn't hold it anymore. Just now he was looking at the moonlight with a look at the moonlight, but now the little deer in Wang Busui's heart began to tremble wildly, and he smelled the cold scent of Bingbing's body in his nose. The scent that came out made Wang Busei feel lustful and lustful. Who in the flesh and blood could resist such a temptation, especially the one that was so coldly pressed against Wang Bushit? It was an organ that no man could resist. Um, okay, Wang Bu Shou admits that he has feelings. After all, he is a normal big boy, and he also has desires. Wang Bu Shou really wants to become a big bad wolf doing those beastly things under the moonlight. But when he saw that Leng Bingbing had fallen asleep, snoring slightly with the corners of her mouth still lingering, Wang Bushi realized that such a woman was worthy of caring and caring for her whole life. How could I bear to hurt her?
Laojun said, "The Great Road is invisible, giving birth to the heaven and the earth. The Great Road is ruthless, moving the sun and the moon. The Great Road is nameless, and it nourishes all things. I don't know its name. I just call it Tao. The Tao of husband is clear and turbid, moving and still, and the sky is clear." The earth is turbid, the sky is moving and the earth is still, the male is turbid and the female is turbid, the male is moving and the female is quiet, descending to the end of the original flow, and all things are born. The pure is the source of turbidity, and the movement is the basis of stillness. If people can always be quiet, heaven and earth will all return."
The beginning of love is the foundation of love.
A sleepless night, a speechless night, Leng Bingbing slept soundly, Wang Busheng was very tired from sleeping, for fear of waking up Leng Bingbing, Wang Busheng did not dare to turn over all night.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning came in and shone on the faces of the two people. They slowly opened their eyes coldly.
Ms. Wang didn't close her eyes all night, and her eyes were full of dark circles, like a gambler who stayed up late and took drugs.
"Ah" Wang Budie's image startled Leng Bingbing, who had just woken up, "Ms. sir, what's wrong with you?"
"I haven't slept all night," Wang Bushi replied listlessly.
"I haven't slept all night. What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" he asked coldly and concernedly.
"I'm thinking".
"Think, think about something"
"Beasts and beasts are not as good as each other."
"They're all bad, they're all insults," Leng Bingbing replied, giving a definite answer to all the beasts in the world in one sentence.
Um, okay, this meme has yet to be popularized in the Ming Empire.
Men who get up early are always full of experience, and the only manifestation is in the lower body. Wang Bushu slowly sat up and said, "I'm going to find something to eat." Major issues in life need to be resolved urgently.
"You haven't had a good rest, so let me go." After saying that, he picked up his weapon and Wang Busheng recovered all the bows and arrows, including those arrows. Leng Bingbing was still very touched. After all, he found these arrows. Things also require a lot of physical strength, the alphabet swords are reunited, Leng Bingbing is inserted back into his waist, and a heroic heroine appears in front of Wang Busheng.
"Daughter-in-law, you look so handsome in this outfit." Wang Bushi couldn't help but admire, and was once again secretly happy that he had picked up a treasure.
"A woman's appearance pleases her, and my beauty only belongs to you." Lengbing's face blushed slightly, and the words blurted out from his mouth.
These cold words of love made Wang Bushit feel warm all over. Also full of strength. He stood up and said with high spirits, "Daughter-in-law, I'm touched. It doesn't matter if I stay up all night. For what you just said, you stay well and I'll find something to eat."
The fighting spirit is very high. If you add Superman's movement to the sky, it will be perfect, and there will be no embarrassment below.
"Ah, please sit down quickly." Wang Bu die's words always brought people touching and laughter, but when he saw Wang Bu die standing up, Leng Bingbing saw something he shouldn't have seen. He quickly covered his eyes.
"Uh", this shouldn't be such a reaction. Could it be that he has gone too far? He looked down and said, "Ah", the tent was set up so tall that Wang Bushit hurriedly sat on the ground. "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, this is normal." A man must react in the morning,"
Leng Bingbing ran away with a red face, "Does Sister Leng think I did something to her last night?" Wang Bushu was very doubtful.
However, Leng Bingbing came back much sooner than Wang Busheng expected, and she still came back with gifts, and the blush on her face had long since faded.
Two big fat rabbits.
"Wow" Wang Busui was very excited, "Daughter-in-law, where did you pick up this rabbit?"
Could it be that the article "Waiting for the Rabbit" also exists in the textbooks of the Ming Empire?
Lao Gao, who had a black hair all over his head and a small mouth, was very unhappy and said, "Go and try to pick up two rabbits."
"Well, I didn't pick it up."
"Nonsense, of course not, I shot it with an arrow," Leng Bingbing said, patting the bow and arrow on his body.
Shooting two rabbits to death in such a short period of time is indeed what our ancestors said. The early bird catches the worm, and the early rabbit gets eaten.
"Daughter-in-law, you are great." It is really good for women not to let women cook. Wang Bushit took the rabbit. After feeling heartbroken for the rabbit for three seconds, he went to the river and peeled off the skin and removed the internal organs. The fire was raised again, but conditions were limited and it could only roast rabbit.
After a while, the aroma of barbecue filled the air. Wang Busui moved his index finger. Leng Bingbing was also a little hungry, but his appetite was still very small. After barely eating a few rabbit legs, the rest basically went into Wang Bushu's mouth. belly.
Leng Bingbing is a killer who pursues perfection and always does things from beginning to end. Regardless of the outcome, the employer will always be given an explanation. a result. Since the mission to assassinate Wang Busui failed and she became someone's wife inexplicably, she still had to tell them. Taking money and doing nothing, Leng Bingbing still can't do such an immoral thing.
"Ms. sir, I have to leave for a few days," he said coldly, looking at Wang Busheng who was in high spirits.
Everyone has their own life, and everyone has a mission to live in this world. Wang Bushu did not ask Leng Bingbing why he left for a few days. When there are some things that you want to know, you can know them without asking. Some things It's no use asking.
"Okay, when you are done, go to Songjiang Mansion to find me. I should still be in Songjiang Mansion during this period," Wang Busheng said, and then wiped the oil stains on his hands with leaves.
"Well, sir, where do you live? I can go find you when I'm done."
Wang Busheng's face was a little red. As a proletarian, Wang Busheng felt that it was still very embarrassing. He had never had a house. The only sheltered house he had ever lived in when he came to Songjiang Mansion was the Songjiang Mansion Prison. "I There is no place to live, the sky is the quilt, the earth is the mat, wherever you are tired, just sleep there."
Wang Bushit's expression was very miserable. Homeless men are very hard and pitiful. No wonder those film and television stars in their previous lives would buy real estate in every city in order to work. Having a house is a home.
Leng Bingbing was also very distressed about Wang Busheng's living situation, but there was nothing she could do about it, because Leng Bingbing had no place to stay. A man wanted face, and Leng Bingbing didn't have too many words about the house, "Then how can I find you?"
Wang Bushit thought for a while and realized that the landmark he was most familiar with in Songjiang Mansion was the Songjiang Mansion Prison, so he said, "Sister Leng, if you finish your work, you can carve a few words on the back wall of the Songjiang Mansion Prison." .
"Engraving, what words to engrave". Cold and weird.
Wang Bu Die thought for a while, I came, I am not domineering, I am back, I am not in the mood, Wang Bu Die had an idea, and said with a smile, "Just carve a snowflake, and then carve it to travel here."
Literary enough and domineering enough, there should be no aunts wearing armbands in the Ming Empire who would fine those who engrave.
Leng Bingbing is a little embarrassed. She can still write, but drawing a snowflake is still a test for Leng Bingbing. Although the headhunting school sometimes teaches some poems, paintings and music in order to enrich the cultural life of students, Leng Bingbing is not omnipotent. My ability to accept more literary and artistic activities is much worse.
"Well, sir, I can't draw snowflakes."
Well, being a killer is not suitable for being an artistic young woman.
"Daughter-in-law, let me teach you," Wang Busui picked up a branch on a grassless ground. The book said that snow is hexagonal, so Wang Bushui drew a hexagon, and then changed a few more around it. The circle, well, is very vivid, somewhat similar to the totem of a certain tribe in primitive society.
"It's that simple".
"Well, I'm afraid it's too complicated and you won't be able to learn it." Looking at the lines of the snowflakes, we can also see that Mr. Wang Busheng's painting skills are at the graffiti level of a four or five-year-old naughty boy.
There is always a banquet in the world that must come to an end. After a thousand years, there will inevitably be a day of separation, and the time of separation may be short or long. Today's separation may be for a better reunion tomorrow.
Ten Miles Long Pavilion, Zhang Lang’s back.
I can't help but feel the love-sickness.
Broken flowers and fallen leaves decorate the beautiful scenery in dreams.
The dream of the mortal world lasts for thousands of years, who can tell it clearly.
The gauze skirt is hemmed, the wine is in the intestines, and the sword is light in the drunken dance.
White hair and temples, thinking about Lang like a dream.
On moonless nights, we always walk alone.
Who will wait for me to wake up at three or five o'clock?
Waking up is just a dream.
This is the time to say goodbye, and it is also the scenery of parting.
With affectionate eyes, he looked at Wang Busheng, a familiar person, a familiar face, and their brief relationship turned into a lifelong trust.
Likewise, Wang Busui looked at Leng Bingbing with her pretty face and the tears in her eyes. Wang Busui also felt a little bit of reluctance, as if there was some pain somewhere in his heart. Of course, if Wang Bushit hadn't washed his face, had eye mucus in his eyes, and had some ash on his face due to the barbecue, then the effect would have been better and the parting would have been more interesting.
Just like this, the two of them looked at each other, it was meaningless, it was just like if you don't move, I won't move either. In the end, Leng Bingbing couldn't help it anymore. He took two steps forward, as if he had made a lot of determination, and stood on tiptoes. Well, Leng Bingbing is a miniature beauty, only 1.6 meters tall, which is still a little shorter than Wang Busei, who is 1.7 meters tall. Lips meet, it's a real kiss.
Wang Bushi was caught off guard and was kissed. Of course he didn't reject it. He deliberately didn't avoid it. As a martial arts practitioner, his eyes are very sharp.
Leng Bingbing is a rookie, his skills are mediocre, and he bit Wang Bushit's tongue several times.
Wang Busui's skill level was not high, let alone his experience. The two were entangled for a long time, and finally separated due to breathing difficulties.
Wang Bushi still feels very good. They say that women's saliva is sweet. It is true. At this moment, Wang Bushi wants to sing a kiss goodbye, in English. Of course, the prerequisite is that you can sing.
"Daughter-in-law, you did a great job. Keep working hard next time." The first time is not very pleasant for everyone, and it is necessary to encourage it to avoid causing any shadow.
Leng Bingbing's face turned red with embarrassment, and she took off a wicker and stuffed it into Wang Busheng's hand, "Remember to wait for me." Then he ran away and disappeared deep into the woods.
