However, Xiaotu is not really a little doll of those few years old, since Yang Guo doesn't want to contact herself, she is not idle enough to talk to a little child. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that the two of them tacitly ignore each other, which makes Guo Jing feel very happy.

Guo Jing thought that he was sorry for Yang Kang back then, so he brought Yang Guo over and wanted to compensate him, so he deliberately called Xiaotu over and instructed a lot of words such as "brother and sister friendship", Xiaotu was also unbearable to listen to, and perfunctory at will.

Guo Jing saw that his daughter had not been very close to him in the past two years, although he was unhappy, he didn't want his daughter's impression of him to decline again, so he had to talk to Yang Guo again.

It's just that he wants Yang Guo and Guo Fu to get close, but Huang Rong doesn't think so in his heart.

She knew very well in her heart that Yang Kang died indirectly at her own hands, and it was nothing to raise Yang Guo, but she never wanted him to be too close to Guo Fu.

Huang Rong has this kind of thought, how can Guo Jing's old man compare to Huang Rong's delicate thoughts, in the past ten days, Yang Guo and Guo Fu have simply reached the point of hating each other.

On this day, Guo Jing and Huang Rong had something to do on the island, and Huang Yaoshi didn't have anything Protestant during this time, so he only let Xiaotu practice by himself, but he went to the peach blossom forest alone to play the flute.

Xiao Tu knew that he was missing Feng Yu, and he didn't mean to bother, but he turned over the collection of books such as the I Ching gossip collected by Huang Yaoshi and looked at it.

It's just that I haven't watched it for long, and a whimpering flute sound floats slowly along the breeze.

The music was light and shallow, as if there was nothing or nothing, and the tone that occasionally penetrated into the ears was as quiet as water, and when you listened carefully, it was like crying.

A few times the flowers sat down and gave a, and the red wall of the silver man looked into the distance.

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset.

Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like a sad heart peeling banana.

In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away.

Xiao Tu listened to the sound of the flute in a daze, and after a long time, she raised her hand blankly and touched her cheek, and the tentacles turned out to be wet liquid.

She was stunned again, this is ...... Tears?

Xiaotu's hand turned over the book stopped in place, and his expression was in a trance, and he suddenly remembered Le Qianfeng who didn't know where he was.

She didn't know where this man came from, or how he found herself...... It's just that every time, he seems to be able to see himself at a glance among thousands of people.

-- Perhaps this is what human beings call the most sincere love?

But in fact, she didn't understand why this person loved herself.

First time meeting...... Thanks to her strong spiritual power, she can clearly recall her first meeting with Le Qianfeng.

At that time, he was a young boy who seemed cold but had some softness in his heart, and she protected him because of the mission, until he grew into a very reliable person in the eyes of outsiders.

And then I don't know since when, the roles of the protected and the protected seem to have been reversed.

He would arrange everything for himself without even noticing, and she would never have to worry about any discomfort with him.

All the things she thought of and couldn't think of, as long as it was about herself, he could remember them all in his heart, and when he needed it, he suddenly found that he had done everything well.

She didn't know why this person loved herself, but she didn't reject this love.

She has always been very curious about human feelings, the kind of wonderful, unspeakable magical connection between people called fate, which can never be seen in a world like the demon world.

――Whether it's a human or a youkai, you're always curious and eager about what you don't have.

Out of a secret mind, she acquiesced to the company—but the man seemed too shy, and the human beings didn't seem to show him anything like the need for physical intercourse in the depths of love—and he was always very possessive, but in some places he was inexplicably restrained.

That kind of sitting still makes people can't help but wonder if what exists in his heart is really love.

However, Xiaotu is sure that there is no trace of falsehood in this relationship, and anyone who is always watched with a look at the world will not doubt the truth of this feeling.

Xiao Tu was absentmindedly pinching the paper, but thinking in his heart that Le Qianfeng was cramped or shy, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a gentle smile.

The next second, she woke up with this sudden smile, she was stunned for a while, but she couldn't help but bow her head and laugh.

At this moment, she really realized that she had uncontrollably born a strange feeling in her heart that was unique to human beings, and that she was missing.

She suddenly had an impulse, and she couldn't contain her desire to see Le Qianfeng.

She wanted to see this man's focused gaze when he looked at her, she wanted to see the tenderness that this man released to herself, she wanted to see this man's satisfied and warm smile......

Her heart was full of joy and apprehension, mixed with surprise and pleasant emotions, which made her heart feel warm, swollen, sour and soft.

The sound of the flute in his ears was still echoing, it was still a cold and quiet voice, the corners of Xiao Tu's mouth were slightly upturned, and he casually pulled out a small soft sword specially made for him by Huang Yaoshi, but he danced with the sound of the flute.

In this sword dance, Xiaotu only felt hearty.

She let out the complex joy and excitement in her heart, the delicate peach blossoms in the yard fluttered in the sky under the traction of her qi, and the petals like snow and rain and fog or light pink and red fluttered wantonly in the air, the scenery was really beautiful.

When Xiaotu panted and put away the sword, as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw that Huang Yaoshi was looking at her with appreciation, she smiled sideways, raised her hand casually to wipe the sweat oozing from her forehead, and called softly: "Grandpa." ”

Huang Yaoshi nodded, his eyes were very pleasant: "This is Fu'er's own creation?"

Xiao Tu was stunned for a moment, recalling the sword move he had just made, and a very strange feeling rose in his heart - in human opinion, it seemed to be an act called epiphany.

She has experienced many worlds and seen countless exercises, and her moves have already reached the point of returning to the basics.

Well, to put it simply, she has always been how to save effort, how to be bloody and violent, and she has never paid attention to moves or anything like that.

She had just been on a whim, her heart was moving at will, and she had mixed all the moves she had seen before, and finally happened to form the most convenient one she used.

She narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "I suddenly figured out something just now, so it was just a coincidence." ”