Mu Qingfeng walked slowly in the heavy rain, and the fiery red robe wrapped in the twilight sun in his arms.

It was the first time that he had such close contact, and apart from deep self-reproach and pity, he couldn't give birth to the slightest evil thought. Obviously, he is the most despised flower thief in the world, and he is a lewd thief who everyone can condemn.

The rain hit him in the face, and he looked down at the person in his arms, and the rain took the opportunity to row into his eyes.

Twilight, nestled in his arms, rested her head lightly on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and lost her bright and moving sense of sharpness. And even though he was unconscious, the deep folds brought out by the lock marks between his eyebrows made Mu Qingfeng feel a heart-wrenching pain.

A few days ago, the weather was very clear. He took out all the scriptures in the library to dry, rummaged through and picked them up, and even had the illusion that he was still drying the flowers in front of the flower stand in the twilight.

He looked up, and the summer afternoon sun was particularly dazzling. Sure enough, such days are too boring.

The senior brother came over and called him: "There is a female benefactor in the front hall who will see you. ”

His first reaction was twilight. Then he thought that his twilight was so ruthless, how could she come to see him, and said, "No." ”

"Little Brother Jiqing, you ......"

"I have already become a monk, and I should no longer be exposed to the world," he directly intercepted the words of the senior brother, "Senior monk brother, you must not miss the cultivation of the junior brother." ”

He said so righteously that the senior brother hesitated for a while, still speechless, and left to stop bothering him.

Mu Qingfeng was so happy to be idle, he specially picked a clean bench and put it under the shade of the tree, lay down, put his hands behind his head, cocked Erlang's legs, and swayed without a match, which was so comfortable.

The sound of footsteps approached him, the familiar scent becoming clearer and clearer, and finally stopped beside him.

Jiang Xiaoyi stood beside him for a long time, but he never saw him open his eyes to look at him, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Don't you even want to look at me now?"

He opened his eyes. Jiang Xiaoyi snorted coldly and opened his eyes: "I heard, you want to practice?"

He pursed his lips and did not speak. God knows, the last thing he wants to practice!

"Mu Qingfeng, have you ever had any sincerity towards me?" After a long time, Jiang Xiaoyi spoke. is as proud as her, and this day is like an ordinary woman, just to find a "once".

Mu Qingfeng sat up and blinked his narrow peach blossom eyes. One foot hung on the ground, the other foot bent up on the bench, the summer breeze blew in his face, he hooked the corner of his right lip, obviously he should be an elegant monk, but with a full ruffian.

"Hmph. Jiang Xiaoyi sighed coldly again.

"I've already made it clear to you what I should say, why are you holding on to it?" Mu Qingfeng shrugged, not taking her disgust to heart at all, he stood up, folded his hands, and bowed slightly to Jiang Xiaoyi, "Female donor, the past is over, people should look forward." ”

Jiang Xiaoyi looked at him as a monk and sneered: "Okay, you can also remember for me what I once said to you!" As soon as the words fell, he turned around and left proudly, and the red plum on the moon-white skirt was still there.

The days they spent together were long and short, and they said countless things. Mu Qingfeng pondered for a long time, but he didn't remember which sentence Jiang Xiaoyi wanted him to remember clearly. This made him feel flustered for no reason.

Until today's morning class, another female benefactor asked to see him by name.

The person who came was Jiang Xiaoyi's personal maidservant, Xiao Deng. Xiaodeng handed him a wedding card, he opened it and looked at it, and the names of the second son of the thousand family and the fourth lady of the Jiang family were written on it. He finally understood why he had been flustered inexplicably in the past few days.

When he came to ask for medicine, he promised Jiang Xiaoyi three things.

Now, the second thing Jiang Xiaoyi asked him to do was to ask him to go to the grand banquet of Qianjiang's marriage!

He doesn't care if he marries or not, whether the grand event is grand or not, he just wants to know, Qianxing married Jiang Xiaoyi, what should he do with Duan'er?

When he asked for medicine, he knew that the two Qianjiang families had a marriage, and he was worried, but he wanted Qianxing to take poison for Dusun and enter the Peerless Valley, and the marriage alliance between the two Qianjiang families was no longer a problem. And the truth is that Qianxing has finally lost the twilight!

He finally understood that in the hearts of some people, profit is far more important than life.

On this day, the monk guarding the door outside the Biluo Temple could not stop him, and the torrential rain that seemed to overturn the city could not stop him, he only hated that the distance was too long, so he hurried to rush to the outside of the colorful Qiancao Hall, and he saw the twilight sun that came out of the inside.

He misses Twilight in his heart, Twilight, the owner of the Moon Fan Workshop who is so strong that he is not afraid as if the sky is falling, at that moment she is so fragile that the rain can hit her and collapse her army!

"Mu Qingfeng, you are so ugly. "People in the rain, crumbling.

He looked at the nearby twilight sun and smiled bitterly. The hand under the robe clenched into a fist, tight and tight, struggling and struggling, obviously wanting to hold her so much, wanting to hug her tightly into his arms, but he didn't dare to do anything.

……

"Twilight, I came back too late. The rain continued unabated, and he hugged the person in his arms, soaked in the rain, gentle and firm.

From now on, he didn't trust anyone.

His twilight, he wants to protect himself!

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When the twilight woke up, it was already nightfall.

Her throat was unbearably dry, her body was limp, and she had a high fever. When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he met a pair of peach blossom eyes with bright eyes.

"The owner is awake!" Mu Jiu was the first to surprise him.

"Come, Twilight. Let's drink some porridge first, and then drink medicine. Mu Qingfeng helped Duyang sit up, put a soft cushion on her back, and personally fed her porridge. He sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the same robe.

When he returned to Moon Fan Workshop, he and Twilight were both soaked, and Mu Jiu found an old piece of clothing that he had left here to change into. He looked at the colorful flowing cloud shirt that he specially tailored by a famous teacher, shook his head nostalgically but firmly, and finally dried the clothes with internal force.

"It's the first time that Twilight has been so well-behaved!" Mu Jiu didn't know when he left the room, and there were only the two of them left in the room. Mu Qingfeng, who was serious for only half a moment, immediately appeared in his original form.

Twilight didn't seem to hear him, and her gaze fell coldly on his face. When she saw Mu Qingfeng in the rain, she thought it was an illusion. Mu Qingfeng had already become a monk in Biluo Temple, how could she appear here? And the anxiety that flashed in the familiar peach blossom eyes became her last impression before she fainted.

"Dusk looked at me like this, but she didn't recognize me?" After feeding the medicine, Mu Qingfeng put down the medicine bowl. After he said this, Twilight turned his face away indifferently. Mu Qingfeng can't wait to bite off his own tongue - make your mouth cheap!

His mouth moved, and he was about to say something more, when he heard a sound in the yard. Glancing at Twilight's unmoved side face, he tilted his head and gave Mu Jiu, who had just come in, with a cold look.