"What did you say……"
Xia Zhichan asked in disbelief. He stared straight at the woman in front of him, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure or an intoxicating painting.
He obviously knew it.
Look, the corners of his mouth can't help but rise, like the crescent moon in the sky. In the woman's eyes, the curve of his mouth is like the sparks that ignite firecrackers.
For a moment, shyness mixed with anger welled up in my heart.
Wow - her cheeks instantly turned red, like a cooked crab. Even though she had bared her teeth and claws, now she could only stay still.
Her hand was still holding his.
When she realized it, it was already too late. Her fingers were trying to retract like an electric shock, but how could the bird that had already fallen into the net let her fly again?
The man reacted faster and took the first step to hold Jiang Qin's little hand that was trying to dodge.
It was very hard, and he didn't care whether it hurt the woman now. After all, the consequences of letting go or not letting go were completely different.
The woman couldn't break away from his hand, so she could only turn her cheek away as if out of anger or shyness, leaving only a red ear in the man's sight.
"Jiang Qin..."
Xia Zhichan went to call her name, but she didn't respond, and her little hand that wanted to break free increased its strength.
He licked his lips dryly. In fact, he didn't know what to say, so he could only call her name first.
It was like she subconsciously called his name many times.
"Jiang Qin, you just said..."
The woman's eyes slowly condensed into mist as she deliberately looked into the distance, her little face as white as snow was tense, and her pink lips were tightly pursed into an uneven line.
He clearly knew, and he listened carefully.
Now he doesn't give himself a clear response, but asks over and over again what he just said. He just said one sentence, and he has already gathered up the courage to say it again.
The hands are holding each other, and the skin is tightly attached to each other. The body temperature of the two people seems to be exchanging with each other, and they can feel the warmth from each other's hands.
The anger and shyness in the woman's heart gradually turned into countless grievances. Even though she had summoned up the courage, the other party still seemed to treat her as a joke.
The fog in his eyes became thicker.
Seeing her red cheeks and slightly moist eyes, Xia Zhichan seemed to understand what the woman was thinking. He did not speak immediately, but instead made a move that chilled the woman's heart.
He released his hold on the woman's hand.
Jiang Qin's little hand slipped from mid-air, like a baby bird that had lost its nest. The moment it fell from the branch, its fate was doomed.
The woman's heart seemed to fall together, and fell into the snowdrift on the ground. Only at this time did the coldness of winter show its power, causing all the irresistible blood to flow away.
The blush on her cheeks gradually faded, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
In fact, there is no need to answer. Sometimes silence is more convincing than talking. A kind of silence can end everything.
It seems that I still think too much...
The woman's sadness had just risen, and it had not yet come to her heart.
The man's hot and soft hands stretched out, cupped both sides of his cheeks, and then forcefully turned her face away with a little force.
She had to look at him.
Xia Zhichan did not pinch Jiang Qin's cheek with her hands as usual. Instead, she simply held it and made direct contact with the woman's cheek with her palm.
very hot……
I don’t know if it’s because my palms are hot or my cheeks are hot.
He put away all cynicism and stared at the woman with his eyes. Even though she was a little reluctant, because his cheek was being held, he couldn't turn his head at all and had to give up.
He saw the crystal tears in the woman's eyes, as well as the indescribable shyness and grievance, and a little bit of anger.
He saw it, he saw it all.
He heard it all.
But instead of telling her, he said in a very calm tone:
"I didn't hear anything just now."
The woman's eyes dimmed quickly, and all her emotions seemed to be thrown into a big pot. As the fire burned more and more fiercely, the messy emotions were boiled into a pot of porridge called "disappointment."
She was disappointed, maybe she shouldn't have had her hopes up in the first place.
The mist condensed in the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let it turn into tears and could only keep rolling in her eyes.
The man brought his face closer, so close that he could almost hear his breath.
He lowered his voice and asked in a low voice:
"Jiang Qin..."
The woman didn't respond. No matter what he did or said, it seemed that nothing mattered anymore. She was like a walking zombie who had lost her soul.
He then asked:
"Can you follow me..."
This sentence is so familiar, as if I had said it just now. He clearly heard it, and he could still say it word for word...
"Become a Taoist companion with me?"
What's the meaning of this? It's just a repetition of what she just said. What does Xia Zhichan mean? Are you deliberately making fun of yourself...
Before she could understand, she felt the hands holding her cheeks forcefully push the flesh of her face toward the middle, causing her mouth to pout involuntarily.
Xia Zhichan didn't even give her time to react, so she kissed her in one breath.
"Well--"
It wasn't until the clear touch entered the dull brain that the woman who was no longer willing to think and think came to her senses again.
Her eyes widened suddenly.
But no matter how wide his eyes were, he could only see the man's face that was leaning towards him and his slightly narrowed eyes.
She saw herself in the reflection of his eyes.
Gradually, the soul that had fallen into the abyss of despair was rescued, but she did not return to her body, but continued to fly upward as if she had no weight.
Through the soft clouds until above the bright moon.
With her bare feet, she sat on the crescent moon and swayed gently. The stars around her twinkled in time with her rhythm.
She didn't know how long it had been before she was pulled back into her body by a slight feeling of suffocation, like a fish that accidentally jumped onto the river bank. Maybe it felt novel and exciting at first, but after a long time, she felt like she was suffocating out of the water. It also made her start to suffer.
Bo——
There shouldn't have been a sound, but she heard it clearly.
She opened her mouth slightly and could only rely on her subconscious to breathe in the air that she had lost for a while.
What happened just now, I almost choked.
But...it doesn't feel annoying.
"Smack, smack, smack..."
Xia Zhichan smacked her lips a few times in a very shameless manner, licked her lips in front of Jiang Qin, and then said in a very shameless tone:
"You didn't speak just now, so I took it as your promise."
You didn't speak just now... Your mouth was forcibly occupied just now. How can you speak?
Jiang Qin didn't even know what to say, so she could only stare at Xia Zhichan's nonsense.
You say you are angry... but you are not angry in your heart. Not only is he not angry, but he is also slightly happy, just like the birds that keep singing in the spring.
She even forgot to close her mouth and blinked at Xia Zhichan.
Xia Zhichan also looked at her, with a happy smile on her lips.
…
"Tsk——"
Far away on the shore of the inner lake, Chun BuMian, who was dressed in cloth, made an unknown sound. He looked at everything that happened on the boat in the middle of the lake with a complicated mood.
I don't know whether to be happy or sad.
As Jiang Qin's brother, although he is not a sibling from the same mother, he is an elder brother by blood. Seeing that the slim cabbage of his family was lost to pigs, he felt a little unhappy in his heart.
But I can't say he was too angry, because the pig that held the cabbage was his junior brother. As a senior brother, I couldn't be happier to see my junior brother take the Taoist's apple.
If his master Hong Huanglan knew about this, he would go straight to Longhu Mountain and laugh hard in front of Longhu Mountain's head coach Zhang Taixuan.
"Oh, forget it. I won't worry about it anymore, let's do something important."
Chun Bu Mian didn't come here specifically to find Xia Zhichan. Of course, he just wanted to see how his junior brother was recovering. Now I see that not only is my body recovering well, but my brain seems to be fine as well, and I am still thinking about Gong Baicai.
He was sitting on a stone bench by the lake, next to a round stone table, with two exquisite white porcelain small bowls on the table.
Looking inside the bowl, there were some colorful things, which didn't seem like pasta or some kind of pastry.
Chun BuMian picked up the porcelain spoon and gently stirred it in one of the bowls for a few times. After the contents were mixed evenly, he gently scooped out a small spoonful.
Open your mouth and put it in your mouth.
This wasn't some magical elixir. He just bought it from a stall nearby. He heard that it seemed to be some kind of dessert from the south. It was made by grinding rice into fine powder and then boiling it. Sugar cane should have been added to it.
They are all made in advance and are sold after they are completely cooled. Added with fresh fruits, they taste unique.
The smoothness of the rice flour, the sweetness of the sugar cane, and the fragrance of the fruit are all well mixed together.
"Yeah, delicious."
The important thing Chun Bu Mian said was actually the sweet food in front of him. He traveled all over the country, even to the extreme north and south, which few people have set foot on. He loved nothing else in his life but food.
In fact, the reason why he specializes in escape is so that he can eat delicious food from all over the world.
He must hurry, for the incense at his feet is about to burn out.
Finally, Chun Bu Mian finished one of the bowls before it burned down, and then put the clean bowl and spoon back on the table.
The whole person disappeared.
There are two bowls on the table, one full and one empty.
But at the moment when the incense ashes were scattered, the full bowl on the table suddenly became empty. No one was seen coming, or even the bowl was moved, and the contents simply disappeared.
Under the bowl of Sleepless Spring lies a note that reads:
"The money has been given, remember to return the bowl."
Swish——
A gust of autumn wind passed by, and the two bowls returned to the hands of the stall owner.
