Lin Xiaoyan looked at Gu Zimo's caring appearance, and felt a little stunned, how could the world have such picturesque eyebrows and eyes, as warm as jade when the Mo family first saw it, and the heart that was frozen for three feet also began to warm the snow, but if the snow in the fallen city melted, would the city made of snow also collapse? She shook her head again and again to stop Hu Si: "No, no, no! I'm not tired, I'm not tired! The tenderness in Mo Sheng's eyes never stopped for her, and what he saw in his eyes at the moment was just another person. In the previous life, Xu Xiaolan; In this life, Gu Yelan will always be Lan Lan.

In her eyes, Gu Zimo is just a painting, a noble Melan picture that has nothing to do with her, which can only be viewed from a distance, not blasphemed.

"Look at you, your face is red like this, and you still say you're not tired!"

Lin Jianyan's heart trembled, and he hurriedly covered his cheek, and spit out: "I, I ......"

Gu Zimo grabbed Lin Jianyan's waist with his backhand, and dragged her behind him without saying anything, Lin Jianyan's footsteps were unsteady, holding the album and rushing straight to Gu Zimo's back, Gu Zimo held Lin Jianyan's group swing and stood up: "If you're tired of walking, let me carry you." I said, I will always be there for you to protect you! ”

Lin Jianyan leaned on Gu Zimo's back, and the past and old things were all in her heart, she bit the album slightly, not letting her feelings intersect with tears in her eyes.

The lights on the city tower turned faintly, if she was really Gu Yelan, how good would it be?

"Lan Lan, I'm sorry, I wronged you." Gu Zimo's steps were extremely steady, and his voice was unusually low, "You, are you willing to forgive me?" ”

Lin Jianyan was afraid that his voice would be heard by Mo Sheng crying, so he had to tilt his head and rest on Gu Zimo's shoulder, without saying a word, pretending to be asleep.

Gu Zimo looked back at Lin Jianyan's quiet sleeping face, the corners of his mouth unconsciously undershadowed a touch of tenderness, he gently approached Lin Jianyan's ear, and murmured: "Lan Lan, I'll take you home." "Like the warmest breeze in March, blowing through the most emerald willow branches, blowing into the ripples in the heart of the Yongding River.

Lin Jianyan's chaotic heart gradually became steady in Mo Sheng's steady steps, and unconsciously, he fell asleep. Whether it's admiration, brother or sister, let her fulfill a little bit of youthful youth, even if it's just a stable and sweet dream.

In the dream, she returned to the bank of the Yongding River, and the time fell to the treetops, sprinkled onto Mo Sheng's slender ten fingers, and then gently covered Xu Xiaolan's delicate fingers. The tip of the pen wandered over the hands of the two of them, slowly blending a picture of Molan. Hu Qingchen shrunk his hand and stood quietly beside the bookcase, in the faint orchid fragrance sent by the breeze, grinding ink for the son of the Mo family, circle after circle, circle after circle, it seemed that there would never be an end.

When the wind rose, the willows on the riverside were suddenly lifted and brushed over, and the sharp willow leaves swept through the delicate eyes like knives.

"It hurts!"

Lin Jian opened her eyes in disdain, and a branch fell into her arms.

Gu Zimo put down Lin Jianyan again and again, looked back at her slightly red eyes, and said with concern: "Lan Lan, are you okay?" ”

Lin Jianyan held the branch, rubbed his worried eyes, and shook his head gently.

Gu Zimo saw that Lin was fine, his heart was stable, and he couldn't help glaring into the distance: "How did you drive the car!" ”

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and it was foggy everywhere, Lin Jianyan followed Gu Zimo's gaze, and only then did he notice a car parked not far away, staring at the license plate, and suddenly exclaimed: "Wang Fengjiao!" ”