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Gong Yuyao has been sitting idly on the cushion, and Shen Yaohua has jumped up and down several times without seeing him move the place, or what to drink or eat.

Luo Jingnian is not a human being, he can not eat or drink, so what about him? Assuming he wasn't human either, what about horses?

Shen Yaohua once again got out of the carriage and looked carefully at the horse that could keep driving without eating or drinking, trying to find out what was special about this horse.

"Master, there are ugly monsters teasing me!"

The horse's mouth suddenly spat out people's words, and it was still a childish male voice, which startled Shen Yaohua, who was not at all defenseless, back a few steps.

But...... Ugly?

"Who are you ugly monsters?"

Shen Yaohua was furious, why did a horse dare to say that she was ugly.

"You, that's what you're talking about, you're ugly!"

The horse stared at her with a full disdain.

"Are you underwhelmed?"

Shen Yaohua began to roll up his sleeves.

"Just you? Let's go back and practice for another hundred and eighty years! ”

"Want to die?"

"Try?"

“……”

The scolding outside the carriage shook the sky, and Luo Jingnian glanced at Gong Yuyao with some embarrassment, and saw that he was still with his eyes closed, so he dispelled the idea of stopping it, and listened with a smile.

It's just that the more he listens, the deeper the confusion and confusion in his eyes becomes.

His Yaohua doesn't seem to be so lively, she has always been heroic and high-minded, never disdainful of arguing with others, at most just three or two sentences before she started directly......

That person is him.

Luo Jingnian suddenly clearly remembered what the two looked like when they first met, and before that, there was only a pair of extremely dark eyes left in his impression.

Once, he thought that Shaoguang Mountain was the most wonderful place in heaven and earth, where the aura nurtured him, nourished him, and allowed him to linger in the fragrance of flowers and trees.

He couldn't remember how many years had passed, but when he felt that the flowers were less fragrant, the grass was less green, and the birds were no longer pleasant, she came.

The cardamom girl did not have a trace of delicate color on her body, and her pale little face was tightly taut.

He felt that the human breath was dirty, so whenever someone passed by, he was invisible.

He lay lazily on the grass basking in the sun, waiting for this little girl with a heavy breath and heavy steps to leave, so that he could be cleaned.

But step by step, she stepped heavily on the grass and walked to him and squatted down, stared at him with those big dark eyes, sniffed at him again and again, and then said, "You are not a human, a ghost, not a demon, you are a spirit?" ”

He was impatient to be disturbed, but he had always had a good temper and never got angry, so he just smiled and nodded.

She frowned and said, "When you don't laugh, you can still see it, but it's really ugly when you laugh." ”

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that the little girl in front of him was very strange, whether he smiled or not, was it difficult to see what was going on with her?

"What are you doing here?"

"Are you mute?"

"Why don't you speak?"

"You look down on me, so you don't want to talk to me?"

"You also think I'm inferior to that flower hen?"

"You laugh! You mean acquiescing, right? ”

“……”

That day, she squatted beside him and said a few big baskets, from noon to dark, and then limped down the mountain, and he did not say a word from beginning to end.

At that time, he thought that humans were really weird.

He doesn't know her, what does he have to do with her? Again, her business is none of his business, why would she be angry and shouting at him with a lot of inexplicable things? Also, Who is a flower hen?

He was too bored to be idle, so he kept figuring it out, but he didn't come up with a reason for two days, and she came again.

This time she was very happy, looking for him all over the mountain, and he sat quietly on the top of the mountain to watch her look for him, and when she finally found him, she was tired and unhappy.

"Tell you, I've beaten the flower hen, and there's no one else to match me! What if you look down on me, it's not all my defeats! ”

She snorted and walked away, still limping, and this time, she didn't squat for long.

He understood something in a trance.

Feng Yaohua, born with a disease in her left foot, has a strong temperament, and hates the sympathy and pity of others the most, and hates the disgust or disgust of others.

So she goes the extra mile to do her best in everything. The disciple must be the best, and the daughter of the Feng family must be the best.

At that time, she was very extreme, and his gentleness made her heart calm down little by little, and she gave him a different color in his unchanged life.

They only had each other, and they spent countless good times together.

She brought him all kinds of food and wine and the most fashionable clothes, taught him to play the piano and play Xiao, read books and recite poetry, but when she taught him, she was furious because her apprentice surpassed her master, and she had to force him to fight before it was over.

She let him, who couldn't leave Shaoguang, understand the taste of red dust and understand the customs of the world.

She became a witch from a disciple, from a witch to a witch, from a witch to a witch, and from a witch to a witch master, and she went through many years during this period.

She grew from cardamom to a beautiful girl, and then as seductive as the ripe fruit of a branch, and then she passed away, and her face grew old, and she did not appear in his presence for a long time.

Decade? Twenty years?

He sat alone on the mountain every day, and his loneliness was deep, and even the gentle wind on the mountain turned into a sharp knife, and the pain of cutting flesh every day was like a bone-piercing pain.

He knew that she didn't want him to see her old age, that she had to go through a catastrophe, and that if he couldn't get through it, he would never see her again.

So what does he do?

From then on, he had the idea of leaving.

At that time, though, she would occasionally send a message to let him know that she was okay.

When she finally set foot on Shaoguang Mountain one day, the mountain was full of flowers.

He smiled lightly on the top of the mountain, his white clothes fluttering, as if he had descended from God.

She came in a swoop, black clothes like clouds, like a frightening flood.

She is like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, perfect, noble, and gorgeous.

She hadn't taught him about male and female love, but he understood it inexplicably.

Every time he looked at her and laughed at her anger, he didn't even have any expression and was just in a daze, as long as he was with her, his heart couldn't be calm.

He always wanted to hold her hand, sniff her hair, and stroke her face, and he always stared at her delicate lips in a daze, struggling to suppress the urge to taste it.

He wanted to be with her all the time, until he was old......

However, she said that she could not and would not be moved, that she wanted to be the most powerful witchcraft woman in the world, that she wanted to make all beings look up to her, and that ghosts would surrender.

At that time, she was in high spirits, and she didn't see or deliberately didn't look at the increasingly gloomy eyes of the people around her.