The second eighty-first pour

In the past two days, Nangong Shaoqiu couldn't do anything, whether it was the Zhong sisters or his younger brother Shaoping, although he tried his best to ask him to play with them, he was not in any mood. At this moment, he was lying on his back on www.biquge.info the bed thinking nonsense, feeling that he was about to suffocate.

No, he couldn't think like that anymore, her shadow flashed in his mind all the time, her angry, tearful eyes glaring at him like two stars, he was going crazy! Oh! he had to stop thinking about her madly, or he would collapse! His heart was tormented by self-reproach and chagrin, and he was about to be tormented.

Oh my God! He exhaled heavily! He couldn't think about it anymore! He had to find something to do! He rolled over and got out of bed, staggered two steps, and when he looked up, he suddenly froze!

There was a man standing at the door, her shoulders were covered with watery hair, her white clothes were better than snow, her skin was frosty, and her eyes were looking at him with infinite worry. She stood there quietly, her white clothes fluttering, like clouds, like a white swan on the lakeside, like a Lingbo fairy, floating down to earth, and her whole body was spotless.

Oh! He could barely breathe!

He opened his mouth slightly, but did not speak, and it took a few moments before he swallowed his saliva and calmed down a little.

He cautiously walked up to her and cautiously said, "Frost, I'm sorry," he reached out to pull her, but he didn't dare, "I...... I'll apologize first for what happened that day, and please forgive me, okay?"

She shook her head sadly and did not speak.

His face changed, and his heart ached, and he said anxiously, worriedly, and in a panic: "Frost, are you still angry?

"No," she finally spoke, in a low tone, "I've never been mad at you, never!" she curled the corners of her mouth slightly, "I...... I want to go out, can you accompany me?"

"Good," he said, looking at her sad expression, his heart aching.

Shaoqiu didn't need to ask anything, and understood that Bingshuang must have a lot of sad things, so he took her to a restaurant, asked for a private seat, ordered a pot of tea, and told Xiao Er not to disturb them.

Frost sat across from him and looked at him silently: he had lost weight! That was the first impression. He's also emaciated! That's the second impression. His deep eyes were deeper, gentler, and more powerful than ever!

He bit his lip tightly, for a while, he only felt that he didn't know where to start with a thousand words, just stared at her tightly, gradually, his brows frowned slightly, is this still the happy girl three or two days ago? Is this still the girl who swept her eyebrows and protected Tang Jiahui with good words? Is this still the girl who is as elegant as a fairy, happy and gentle?

Why did she look so helpless, so pitiful! That muddy boy surnamed Lu didn't know how to take care of her at all?

He looked at the pair of tearful eyes in front of him, and felt his whole heart wrenched with pity.

He took a deep breath and met her eyes, oh my God! This girl was about to be tortured to death by that love! He subconsciously clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, not knowing what to do?

There was a great pain in his heart, how could that damn "he" make her so emaciated, how could he make her so distressed, how could he make her so helpless, what was "he" doing? murder her? The thought wrangled his heart, his nerves throbbed, and he couldn't be silent any longer.

"Frost," his throat hoarse, "what the hell is going on?" he asked softly, "Did he bully you?"

She shook her head.

"So for what?" his heart ached even more.

She lowered her eyes and remained silent.

He gritted his teeth, and the string in his heart was vibrating rapidly, pulling his heart as if it were tearing. "Tell me. He said in a low voice.

She was silent, and a tear fell on the table for a long time.

"Frost," his voice was soft and magnetic, "tell me," and there was some powerful, steady, comforting power in his tone: "Tell me your troubles, tell me your thoughts, tell me your stories! Frost,"

He looked at her encouragingly, "Say, you will find that I am a good listener, and besides, I will be very fair to help you analyze and give you the right opinion." Okay, okay?"

She raised her head, wiped the tears from her cheeks, stared at him, and opened her mouth sadly, softly, and quietly: "Shaoqiu, will you listen to me?"

He nodded.

So, she said, she needed some help so much, she was so eager for someone to share it, she was really crushed by those troubles and worries.

She said, intermittently, she told the whole story between herself and Long Jing, from acquaintance to acquaintance, from acquaintance to love, the attitude of his parents, as well as Nangong Cui'e, Cen Mengjiao, Shangguan Yongxian, Situ Hui and all the girls who were infatuated with him.

She said very frankly, including that she was an illegitimate daughter and that Long Jing wanted to kill Feng Tiannan, she told him as it was, his caring eyes and compassionate gaze made her unable not to confess, he looked at her so gently, so that she felt that there was no secret to hide from him, he would understand, he would definitely understand and sympathize.

talked all the way to last night's turmoil, and when she finished speaking, she looked at him in confusion, so helpless, confused and confused: "Last night, I just sat there thinking and thinking, but I just couldn't figure it out. I know that he is very good to me, and that he will die for me, and that he will not hesitate to run away from home and betray his parents for me, and I know and I am grateful, and I swear that I will be good to him, for the rest of my life. ”

Her brow furrowed deeply, "But, I'...... When I think of him being around other women, I feel upset, I feel flustered, I feel scared, really, I'm scared. Last night, I just said a few words to Cen Mengjiao, and he lost his temper so much, as if I was a bad woman and committed an unforgivable mortal sin,"

She shook her head in annoyance: "I know I shouldn't talk about her, but I can't help it, what if Cen Mengjiao or Sister Cui'e said such a thing? I don't know what will happen to him? I really don't know." ”

She sighed softly and looked at him faintly, the confusion and distress in her eyes became even heavier: "You know, I am very troubled, and I have a lot of things to tell him. I'm scared to be sorry for him, and I'm even more afraid of losing him, and I don't know if he'll care about those things. ”