After Leng Xiang said this, he turned around and left, leaving Jiang Kuo alone in the courtyard angry and anxious but helpless, often in the end, he could only wait for the next day with hope, but the next day such a scene had to be repeated again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, this should be the most unprovoked Mid-Autumn Festival in three years, but because of Hanyu's sudden illness, someone's face is very ugly, and no one in the house dares to mention the celebration of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But this look also has to be just right.

For example, a certain little maid accidentally spoke at the door and smiled so much that she showed her teeth, Jiang Kuo didn't say a word, walked out of the house, and threw the maid's collar far away, so everyone hurriedly pretended to be sad, and one of them pretended to be too much, and shed a few tears, and howled by the way, "Hey, such a young and beautiful young lady, God really has no eyes!"

As a result, Jiang Kuo's originally expressionless face instantly became cloudy again, even more terrifying than just now: "Say it again?"

He approached the little guy with a fierce attitude, "What do you mean that God has no eyes? Who told you that God has no eyes?"

The little guy was dizzy, crying and laughing, and corrected again and again: "Yes, yes, God has eyes, God has eyes!"

What he wanted to express might be "God has eyes, Miss will wake up".

But he didn't know that his tone had made the wrong expression, coupled with a smiling expression. Living in a gloating appearance, Jiang Kuo's eyes stared at him like an eagle, and his whole body was trembling. Finally, after a few seconds, he punched the face, and the little guy was too unbeaten, and he fell to the ground with a backward back, shouting for help again and again, but where could he shout that the person who was on the verge of collapse was suddenly covered with a huge black shadow above him, and his fists rained down one after another......

After this incident, all the people in the house became wooden people. They didn't dare to say a word more, didn't dare to make an expression more, didn't dare to cry or laugh. Crying will turn into "howling", laughter will be understood as schadenfreude, and it is possible to be beaten up in public, or it is more stable to be expressionless.

So irritable for a few days. After being told several times with great confidence by Leng Xiang, "It is a chronic disease." You have to take your time", he suddenly quieted down, and every day after getting up and washing, he would eat breakfast, and after breakfast, he would try the medicine, and then he would wait by the bedside, sometimes he would help the person on the bed wipe his face and hands, sometimes he just sat quietly, and sometimes he would kiss her like a thief...... Whenever these times. His expression would become tender and sweet, even though he had terrible scars on his face. It doesn't affect this gentle outpouring in the slightest.

As soon as the afternoon passed, there were still no bad changes in his body as usual, and there was even a kind of thorough refreshment inside, so he came to his senses, and took a bowl of the same medicine from the maid at the door with a hundred times more spirit, and fed it to her mouthful.

She is very well-behaved, he feeds her a sip and she drinks, and not even a drop will fall out, as well-behaved as a little girl of seven or eight years old.

At this time, he was full of hope, and from the moment he put down the empty bowl, his eyes were staring hopefully at her face, all over her body, to see if she would react.

Just keep staring, staring...... Until the sun went down and the day passed silently, the brilliance in his eyes finally dimmed a little.

At this time, he would often sit in a chair and be silent for a long time, and his mood would be extremely low, and finally he would find a reason for himself to use it the day before: the next time he took the medicine would be a few hours later, and maybe she would wake up after a few hours!

So he climbed into bed contented—she was lying on his big bed.

So he lay down next to her, pulled every corner of the quilt for her, kissed her on the forehead, and gently hugged her and lay down.

Sometimes he can't understand himself, obviously he hates her, obviously when she goes to look for him, he pushes her away fiercely, but when she is unconscious, he is so anxious about her, and naturally takes care of her, as if he can't remember how she stands with others and watches him besieged coldly...... She didn't seem to remember how she stood in front of anyone else, reached out and pushed him, and gave him the most fatal blow......

It's not that I'm not sad, it's not that I don't care.

Every time I think about these things, my heart still hurts...... But at this moment he just wants to hug her, at this moment he just wants her to wake up, at this moment he just wants to give her the best in the world...... Those unbearable pasts are subconsciously escaping.

Maybe this is love, I decided to hate, I decided to be indifferent, but in the end, when I met that person again, everything was overwhelmed by unstoppable tenderness, you just want her to be good, you just want to be good to her, as before, maybe you don't expect what kind of story there is, maybe you don't expect what kind of response you can get...... I just want to be nice to her.

Love her and be good to her.

It seems to have become an instinct.

What a helpless instinct.

The white-haired man smiled helplessly at the unresponsive face next to him, and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a long time, the sound of light and regular breathing sounded in the room, and the woman who was originally unconscious suddenly opened her eyes.

She couldn't wait to turn her face slightly, and by the light in the yard, she saw that his white hair, which was originally full of hair, had turned gray, although it was more ugly than white hair, but it was beginning to regain color, on the contrary, the pigment on the original black and yellow scar on his face began to fade, and the person in his sleep could see it clearly even if he frowned.

It seems that this medicine is useful, and everything is not in vain.

She secretly curled the corners of her mouth and laughed.

His face was covered with scars, and his hair was gray and gray, but I don't know why, in her eyes, he was so good-looking, so unique, and even several times better than ordinary people's black-haired handsome faces.

She smiled secretly at the thought again, and then kept looking at him in that position.

At night he would wake up at regular time to see her, and the time of day was basically the same, probably because she was used to it, so she took advantage of this time to pretend to sleep well, and when he had checked her and fallen asleep, she opened her eyes mischievously and looked at him.

There was a sly smile on the corner of her mouth, like a cat that had stolen something fishy, and she smiled with great satisfaction.

Sometimes she thinks like a naughty and innocent little girl, what a funny scene: during the day he waits by the bedside for her to wake up, and at night she secretly looks at him and laughs while he is asleep.

As soon as this thought passes, a sense of guilt often springs up again, that she is lying to him, and she is lying to him again...... He was deceived by her so badly, he didn't know anything about it, and he was worried and afraid of her every day.

Every time she thought about it, she wanted to wake him up and tell him she was awake.

But thinking that from tomorrow he won't take any more medicine, his wounds won't heal, and he will avoid her because he has become ugly...... She suppressed the voice in her heart that wanted to confess.

It's going to be okay, she told herself, it's only a few dozen days, she has endured two years without him, are you still afraid of this dozens of days? Not to mention that now they can see each other every day, although they don't communicate, but they are always by each other's side.

Everything will be fine.

Anxious days always pass slowly, as if specifically designed to torment people.

As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival passed, it slowly went backwards, and finally it was winter, and the weather was getting colder and colder day by day, just like the mood of people who were anxiously waiting, gradually freezing to the extreme.

A huge panic swept Jiang Kuo again, and the fear of loss was magnified like never before, and he lost his former peace and calm, and broke out again.

He lost faith in all the medicines and all the people, and the medicine brought by the little maid was smashed to the ground by his hand.

He suddenly got up from his chair and walked out the door without saying a word.

The people inside and outside the door were scared, and they called out repeatedly: "Young master, where are you going? Where are you going?"

He didn't speak, he didn't speak when he came out into the courtyard, and he walked out of the courtyard gate without saying a word.

Everyone was surprised at this time, and hurriedly sent someone to find Miss Leng Xiang.

He was very quiet on weekdays, since the man came here, he had never seen him take a step outside, even when he was irritable a few days ago, he was just venting in the courtyard, but now he walked out of the courtyard gate, looking at the momentum is actually about to leave the house.

Leng Xiang stopped him at the gate in time.

He ignored people, ignored the people in front of him, turned sideways to go out from the right, Leng Xiang blocked him, so he went to the left, and Leng Xiang blocked him again.

His martial arts have not yet fully recovered, Leng Xiang's skills are far above him, and his body is much faster, if she wants to block it, he naturally can't avoid it.

He looked up at her, the word "threat" clearly written in his eyes, and there was an aura of danger all over his body.

Leng Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed grinningly, "Tsk, I really admire you, you obviously can't beat me, and you dare to show such an arrogant momentum." ”

The person in front of him turned a deaf ear to her words and just said, "Get out of the way." ”

Leng Xiang looked at him from top to bottom inquiringly, "Where are you going with this appearance?"

“……”

Leng Xiang was so cold by him, and he didn't get angry, and guessed: "What, you want to find a dive?"

He doesn't speak.

Leng Xiang raised her eyebrows and said, "If you want to find him, I can show you the way." ”

He didn't speak, he didn't avoid and rushed straight outside, she was caught off guard by this sudden breakthrough, and when he came back to his senses, he had already walked a few steps, and she scolded herself in her heart for being stupid, while trying to catch up.

But after thinking about it, she snorted in her nose: "Hmph, it doesn't matter where you go!"

She entered the gate as she spoke, but as soon as she entered the gate, she jumped up and jumped up to the wall, secretly following him all the way.

Of course, he didn't go to Li Qian, he ignored the side eyes of pedestrians all the way, and hurried to the east of the city. (To be continued.) )

ps: Yesterday's... It's going to be late today ...