Suddenly, Hua Muhan got up and strode towards the door, "Go to bed early." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Changting was inexplicable, so he chased after him, but before he reached the door, Hua Muhan closed the door.

Why?

The second uncle is a comic book master, and he has learned from him since he was a child, and he is quite true.

Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about the villain of Dusty Smoke, he painted it vividly, how could he not react at all?

Chang Ting was puzzled here, and Hua Muhan took the stack of papers and went straight to his room.

For the next half night, he lay on the bed and watched the stack of "slow paintings", suffocating from the internal injuries one after another, and the sheets were wrinkled.

Changting drew the scenes of her playing tricks on the dust and smoke since she entered the falling flower garden.

She is the symbol of justice, and the dust and smoke are the representatives of the evil sect.

Fighting and fighting, the result is much the same - evil prevails over good.

In short, she is Xiong Da Xiong Er, and Dust and Smoke is bald.

The next morning, Dusty Smoke walked in with a wash of water.

Hua Muhan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes moved, and he glanced at him.

During the whole washing process, his gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, always aimed at the dust and smoke, and the dust and smoke were hairy, and he walked to the mirror several times to carefully look at his face and clothes.

In the living room, Changting was already waiting there, and when he saw Hua Muhan walking in, he greeted him, "How is it? Give me an evaluation!"

Hua Muhan glanced at the dust and smoke following behind, and said quickly in a low voice: "The painting is too ugly." ”

"It doesn't matter if it's ugly, the key is whether it's educational or not. Chang Ting couldn't stop glancing at the dust and smoke.

Hua Muhan sat on the chair, "It's quite educational." ”

"What are you talking about?" the dust and smoke had been dull all morning.

Chang Ting ignored him, smiled and continued to ask Hua Muhan: "Are the characters in it the cutest of mine?"

Hua Muhan hooked his fingers at her, raised his sleeves, covered most of his face, and whispered in her ear: "Dust and smoke are the loveliest." ”

"Ahem......" Chang Ting was almost choked to death by his own saliva at first, and then he leaned back and smiled together, "Hahaha......"

Hua Muhan pursed her lips, and her eyes were nailed to Chenyan's face again.

"Baili Changting! You stinky boy! If you don't fight for three days, your skin will be loose, right?" Chenyan finally guessed something, and the fierce god flew towards her, "What are you doing again?"

Chang Ting ran out of the room as soon as he slipped away, "Whoever made you know how to be so powerful, you won't teach me! If you are willing to change your mind from today onwards, I am willing to worship you as a teacher!"

"Phew! I'm not as tasteless as the old man, and I took in an apprentice who likes to pretend to be a woman and go out to cheat and deceive!

"I'm calling it to lure snakes out of their holes and eliminate harm for the people!" Chang Ting was right.

Hua Muhan got up and stood at the door looking at the two of them laughing and playing, the corners of his lips hooked up a comfortable smile.

For the first time in 20 years, he had such a happy birthday.

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In late autumn, Hua Muhan has more time, and he basically stays in that small courtyard every day.

In the winter, the weather gets colder and colder.

For several days, the sky was very gloomy, as if it was suffocating the first snow of the winter.

On this day, Hua Muhan was reading a book in front of the charcoal basin, Changting was holding Xiao Feibai, squatting on the ground with tongs, absentmindedly fiddling with the charcoal fire.

"These days, you seem to have something on your mind?" Hua Muhan glanced at her lightly.

Chang Ting put down the tongs and raised his eyes to look at him, "When are we going back to Sanssouci Valley?"

Hua Muhan's hand holding the scroll trembled slightly, and after being silent for a while, he got up and walked towards the door, looking up at the gloomy sky, "Just live here, isn't it?"

Chang Ting got up and looked at his tall back, "Are you...... You're worried about me, I'm afraid of the valley master, he'......."

"It's not. Hua Muhan's eyes sank, and he said without hesitation, "Don't worry, he won't dare to touch you in the future." ”

"I think so, it seems that the valley lord and his family are very afraid of you......" Chang Ting walked to him with Xiao Feibai in his arms and looked up at him, "Shouldn't you go back?"

Hua Muhan looked sideways into her eyes, "You stay in Kaiyang, Zhan Ling will take care of you...... I will come back often as well. ”

Chang Ting shook his head again and again with a firm gaze, "No, I have to go back to Sanssouci Valley." I'm a disciple of Sanssouci Valley, so it's nothing to live here. Besides, it's no fun for me to stay here if you're not here......"

Hua Muhan looked at her, as if he wanted to say something.

He couldn't make her understand his mind, and he didn't dare to let her understand his mind.

Probably, it won't be long before I will be leaving Sanssouci Valley forever.

left her in Kaiyang, not because of Hua Yang. He is confident that he can protect her, and with the previous time, even if he borrowed Hua Yang's courage again, he didn't dare to make it again.

His selfishness didn't dare to say it to her, for fear that if he said it, he would scare her away.

"Since we're going back, let's leave tomorrow. Hua Muhan tugged at the corners of his lips and smiled.

The smile on Chang Ting's face was just as reluctant, "Then I'll go pack my things." ”

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Back in Sanssouci Valley, life is as usual.

Chang Ting had asked the disciples of the Sword Pavilion what was wrong with the two of them during her absence, and the disciples all said that the valley master was still in retreat, and there was no movement from the lotus pond.

She pondered for a while, set her sights on the ancient cave where Hua Yang was retreating, and continued to wait for the opportunity with patience.

As soon as the snow came, it was time for her to be at her happiest.

In the falling flower garden, every day is filled with her and the dust and smoke of playing and laughing.

She didn't notice that Hua Muhan's gaze at her became more and more eager and more contradictory.

Not long after, Ren Rufeng came back, and she hurriedly moved back to Junziyuan and started to work hard.

Hua Muhan's heart seems to have been stolen.

Later, Yan Zimu and An Lan came back, and Changting was even busier, and he could only come to the flower garden once every three or two days, and they all came and went in a hurry.

He was inexplicably irritable every day, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep well, and didn't have a smile on his face.

Dusty noticed his strangeness, but he didn't understand what it was for, and he didn't dare to ask, so he could only guess by himself.

Ren Rufeng drinks tea, and the particular thing can no longer be exquisite.

Just when Hua Muhan couldn't bear it anymore and ran to Junziyuan, Changting was obediently making tea with snow water for her master.

Chang Ting glanced at him, smiled at him wordlessly, and then pouted behind him.

Hua Muhan's boredom for days was driven away by Na Wan'er's smile.

He followed Changting's guidance and looked at the recliner, where the old man was sleeping happily under the quilt.