The night went by.

At the beginning of the morning, the color of the sky is exceptionally transparent. Under the sunlight, every door and every window was silent. After a night, the door was finally pushed open again, and then the two little Shani walked out slowly with ladders. But they only took two steps out of the door, and they all stopped in unison, turned their eyes, and looked at Zhou Rushui, who had been kneeling in front of the door all night.

They watched as the cold morning dew slipped from the treetops into Zhou Rushui's hair, and watched as the dew slowly slid from the ends of her hair into her plain neck. And all the while, she was so quiet that she didn't look like a real person, and she was too beautiful to be a real person. In such a calm, the two little Shani glanced at each other, and suddenly, they were stunned, and they all thought of the Buddha holding flowers, and Ka Ye smiled. Thinking like this, they couldn't help but turn around and run into the woods in front of the hermitage, and absentmindedly pruned the withered branches of the branches.

The sunlight gradually became dazzling, and all night long, Zhou Rushui knelt stiffly with his back straight. At that time, her knees were already numb, and her five senses became trance-like due to exhaustion. The coolness of the night made her even more groggy and cold to the bone. Overhead, the rising sun was scorching her, making her feel as if she had been thrown into a predicament of extreme heat and cold.

At this time, the sound of the shredded footsteps of the Shanis after the morning wake-up and some inaudible whispers were heard in the nunnery. In the midst of this burst, Zhou Rushui even unconsciously thought that if she continued like this, she might be sick in front of the nunnery before she returned to the palace.

But at this moment, the sun that had been scorching her was suddenly obscured, and then, there was a faintly familiar warmth behind her. Such a change made Zhou Rushui wake up suddenly. She turned around in astonishment, raised her eyes, and saw that Wang Yuxi was already standing behind her.

For a while, the sun was rising, the morning light was floating, and the eyes of the two unexpectedly collided in the air, one high and one low, until it was extremely quiet.

At that time, Wang Yuxi stood in a moon-white shirt with his hands in his hands, and when he saw her at a loss, his picturesque eyes also moved slightly, as if there were scales flowing brightly, which was transparent and boundless, and the beauty was boundless. Shaoqing, seeing that he calmly hooked his lips, took off the moon white robe on his body, and draped it on Zhou Rushui's shoulders without restraint.

The cold night had already soaked Zhou Rushui's skin. The sudden warmth made her take a deep breath slowly. She was stunned for a moment, and met Wang Yuxi's warm gaze, facing him like a wall, avoiding the scorching sun for her and waving away the cold body. Before he could rejoice, Zhou Rushui's face had become stiff.

She lowered her head slowly, and the expression on her white and tender little face really didn't know whether it was joy or sadness. Immediately afterwards, I saw that she suddenly covered her face with her hands in a childish and annoyed manner, sullenly, and even a little rudely, and said coquettishly: "Why are you again!"

But no, why are you again?

Every time she was lonely and hesitant, when she was at a loss, when she was alone, he would always suddenly appear in front of her, behind her. How can there be such a coincidence in this world? But there really is such a coincidence!

Zhou Rushui is so awkward, but Wang Yuxi's expression is much more calm. He looked at her calmly and without any waves, his warm gaze like a warm spring, as if none of the previous entanglements had existed.

But the more he was so calm, the more annoyed Zhou Rushui became, she raised her face from the palm of her hand, a pair of apricot eyes widened, gritted her teeth, and said hatefully: "Who wants your clothes!" But having said that, she tightened the moon-white robe on her shoulders, pouted, full of squeamishness, and said angrily: "Isn't San Lang unwilling to see me?

Her temper is not ordinary, and her small appearance is like a soft rabbit with its tail stepped on. Wang Yuxi smiled unconsciously, only to feel that her skin was as white as moonlight, and her picturesque face was even more beautiful than the previous meeting.

For a while, the eyes of the two were straight up in the air, this glance seemed to be a fight, and it was also like a dance, the only warmth in the east of the sunrise, and it was also the catastrophe of the end of the world.

Shaoqing, Wang Yuxi glanced lightly at Lan Ruo'an, whose door was wide open, bent down slightly, and stretched out his hand to Zhou Rushui unhurriedly, he said softly: "Don't kneel, get up." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui frowned slightly, she looked at him, and felt ashamed thinking about the current scene. In this way, his face turned white for a moment unconsciously, and he looked lonely and lost, but he revealed a weak and invincible beauty. After a while, her little hand slapped the back of Wang Yuxi's hand, and the warmth was fleeting, she sniffed stubbornly, and said stubbornly: "I can't afford it, I can't get up yet." ”

Seeing her like this, Wang Yuxi's eyes flashed a look of understanding, he raised his eyebrows, suddenly leaned over and approached Zhou Rushui's ear, and said very affectionately and meaningfully: "How do you know a thousand beautiful sentences, but you are not able to slander a rumor." The little princess's purpose has been achieved, so why should she continue to suffer?" After speaking, he smiled again, took half a step back, hooked his lips, stretched out his hand towards Zhou Rushui again, and persuaded again lightly: "The morning frost is heavy, the little princess should get up." ”

Wang Yuxi's words are straight in one sentence. Hear the words. Zhou Rushui's thick long eyelashes blinked and blinked, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and he was annoyed and ashamed for a while, and his mouth unconsciously complained in a low voice: "You know everything! What else do you know? Do you know anything you don't know?" Such blatant shame and complaining, as if Wang Yuxi, who was close in front of him, could not hear it.

However, she finally stretched out her little white hand into Wang Yuxi's palm, lifted her dense long eyelashes, glanced at a few little Shani who came out of the nunnery one after another with a vegetable basket, and replied insincerely: "What San Lang said is extremely true. ”

Seeing that her mouth was wrong, Wang Yuxi smiled lowly, and when she helped her get up, he shook her right hand and said with concern: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui was stunned again. She only felt that his voice was low, and it was exceptionally clear and good. This shallow sound also made her heart seem to have a fish swimming around, and when he let go of her hand lightly, the fish seemed to follow his hand and swam away with the wind.

This feeling is like that day, before the bridge was broken, she watched him walk away with his back but couldn't do anything. At that moment, she suddenly felt lost, suddenly, so lost that she forgot her own careful thoughts, forgot her own little calculations, forgot that she said that her admiration for him was just a pretense.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Rushui suddenly thought about it. She turned her face slightly, staring at Wang Yuxi's flawless handsome face, her eyes narrowed, and suddenly a beautiful smile appeared, her voice was very light and crisp, with Ruo Jiaoying, word by word, and said happily: "The world is the most proud, and the wind and rain come to the window." Actually, it's not a bad thing to be able to meet San Lang by chance!"

The girl has frost on her hair, because she is still young, and her beauty is not as beautiful as the country and the city, but she is already natural. She was frightened by him for a moment, and soon found herself again, slow and lazy, she said that this chance encounter made her happy, without the slightest pretense, not a temptation, but even more caught people off guard.

As she spoke, she asked him with a smile, "Why did San Lang come here?"

Seeing that Zhou Rushui changed his mind in an instant, every move, smile and frown was all from the heart. Wang Yuxi couldn't help but look at her deeply, his voice was low and clear, and he said lightly: "Come here to drink tea with old friends." ”

"Drinking tea?" Hearing his words, Zhou Rushui's bright eyes slid slyly, his eyes swept around Wang Yuxi, sniffed, squinted and smiled: "But what, San Lang is not dyed with tea?"

Facing her curved eyes like the moon, Wang Yuxi lowered his eyes. The corners of his lips were slightly curved, his voice was still shallow, revealing a casual indifference, and he couldn't hear any emotion, and said slowly: "The river went to Yedu last night, and when he returned home in the starry night, he looked around. Suddenly, I remembered that the high monk Fuliu was here to translate the scriptures, so he came by boat. However, before he arrived, he saw the female monarch. After a while, he changed his mind again. ”

"Fuliu?" Hearing this, Zhou Rushui pondered for a moment, remembering that Fuliu was a holy monk who moved all countries, and asked Wang Yuxi in surprise: "San Lang also believes in Buddhism?"

Seeing her pair of apricot eyes suddenly round again, it was quite vivid and interesting. Wang Yuxi's pupils narrowed slightly, smiled, and said undeniably: "Half-believed." ”

"Is that so?" Zhou Rushui nodded, and after a while, he was stunned again, and suddenly realized: "Did San Lang only return to Ye last night? So, but isn't the fifth day of the middle school in the house?"

The daylight was getting fuller, listening to the muttering of no one beside her, Wang Yuxi glanced at the sky shallowly. Turning his eyes, he looked at Zhou Rushui gently, his eyes seemed to be swaying with a deep and boundless galaxy, and asked her softly: "Is the little princess going back together?"

Listening to his words, Zhou Rushui frowned lightly, the light under the shade of the tree was a little dim, and the sky and earth were full of cold. She trembled slightly, and said in confusion: "San Lang came in the starry night, but he didn't enter the door? I had to kneel in front of the nunnery because I wanted to see my mother. Now that San Lang has come, he hasn't seen the subterranean flow even after passing through the door?"

Hearing this, a faint smile flashed in Wang Yuxi's eyes, and he gently asked her: "Xiben came here with a boom, and now he is back with a boom, what's wrong?" As he spoke, his warm and sparkling eyes raised shallowly, and he asked Zhou Rushui softly: "Is the little princess going back with you?"

At that time, the green bamboo and green leaves cover each other, and the steep breeze blows leisurely through the quiet mountain forest. Because of his clear and porcelain voice, Zhou Rushui was slightly stunned, and after a while, he smiled and said brightly: "However, Tianjiao is willing to return with San Lang." ”