Cheng Weixi woke up from the table, and the pain in her back made her gasp.

I actually slept on my stomach on the table all night. It was already bright outside, and I couldn't help gritting my teeth: "Sure enough, I don't keep my promises." ”

Chenying was rarely loyal to his duties, and when he heard the sound, he came in from outside, bringing a damp rain: "The emperor came last night, and you fell asleep, so they left." ”

Is that so?

Cheng Weixi was very suspicious: "Then why don't they call me to get up! Even if I fall asleep, can't the emperor decide whether I will stay or not? I have to wait for me to wake up, and say to me in front of the gong, and then give me a farewell party?"

Chenying snorted coldly: "You fell asleep by yourself, it is already a great disrespect to the emperor, the emperor didn't blame you, it's good, you are crooked! Let me tell you the truth, the emperor agrees with you to go back......"

Cheng Weixi jumped three feet high: "Really, great, when will I leave?"

She has no luggage, she eats the whole family alone and is not hungry, and she can slap her ass and leave at any time!

Ah, the food of the world!

Ah, the people who hurt her who owe a beating!

The old lady is coming back!

Chenying glanced at her: "I haven't finished yet! If you are sacrificed as a bride, you will no longer be counted as a mortal person, but belong to the Eight Desolations." But people in the Eight Desolations are forbidden to go to the world, so if you want to send you back, you still need to make a lot of preparations, especially the emperor, every time you send the bride back, it will take a lot of spiritual power, and it will take a while to retreat and recuperate. You also know that the emperor has a lot of affairs, so you can't let him let go of everything and only think about your affairs, right?"

Cheng Weixi's hot blood instantly condensed into icicles, which were blocked straight on her chest, making her almost suffocate blood.

It's terrible to talk and pant for breath!

She patted her chest, finally smoothing out the breath. He asked, "So how long do I have to wait?"

Chenying shook her head: "I don't know about this, I didn't tell me lightly, what about you, don't be impatient, wait patiently for a while." ”

Cheng Weixi was a little irritable, and after making trouble for a long time, he still couldn't leave.

"What are you emperors busy with every day?" "Rebellion? Or run around the mountains?"

"That's a lot, six million square kilometers in the eastern part of the Eight Wildernesses, and all major and small things have to be taken by the emperor." No, early this morning, the emperor took the post and went out, saying that there was a demon infestation in Kunshan......"

The power of this rebel leader seems to be not small, and Xun Yu is relieved.

Wait, you've been out for a few days? Cheng Weixi remembered Yun Niang's words of "coming back 6 times in more than 70 years", and was suddenly shocked, and asked cautiously: "How long will it take?"

"It's as short as a day or two, and as long as a month or two. ”

If it's just for a day or two, it's okay to wait, but if it's a month or two, what if she can't wait and burps?

Chenying looked at her loveless expression and snorted: "There is no one waiting for you in the world, what are you doing in a hurry to go back?"

Cheng Weixi was not angry: "How do you know that no one in the world is waiting for me?"

"Light Dye has checked your life with spiritual sense!"

“......”

I am afraid that there is no such thing as information security and respect for the privacy of others.

Chen Yingwu muttered to herself: "I was wrong a few days ago, but now I have food and drink, the eight desolations or the world, what is the difference?"

How can there be no difference, there are TVs, computers, mobile phones, KTV, and the Internet in the world, is there here?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Chen Ying held up an oil-paper umbrella alone: "I'll go get you some food!" ”

Cheng Weixi walked under the eaves and reached out to catch the cool rainwater.

A clear rain stained the mountains and tall trees into water-colored Jiangnan, and the humid air condensed into mist, lingering to the extreme.

She knew that there was no one in the mortal world waiting for her to return!

But she still wanted to go back, desperately thinking.

No one knew that she was anxious, not even herself, but the thought was as heavy as a rock.

Heaven and earth are joined together by rain, and the boundaries cannot be distinguished.

There were shallow puddles of water in the palm, and little by little along the palm prints, Cheng Weixi took a deep breath of damp and cold air, warmed it with his body, and sighed again.

A cool breeze swept across the treetops, falling with petals and hitting her brow.

She shuddered, awoke from her sorrow.

Fang Caiying said to get some food, is it going to the world?

She is also a person in the Eight Desolations, why can she come and go to the world at will?

How did she go to the world?

Cheng Weixi rushed into the rain to chase the traces of Chenying.

Outside the courtyard, Chenying had not gone far, holding a cyan oil-paper umbrella and walking in the direction of the small courtyard for chopping wood.

Cheng Weixi followed from a distance. There was a long and winding path in the grass not far behind the wood-splitting courtyard, like a lazy green snake, extending into a forest, and throwing its slender tail to the back of the mountain, not knowing where the end was.

It turns out that the road to the world is here.

It's no wonder that on the day she was attacked by bees, Chenying would take the apple and come out from the back of the house in the small courtyard.

This dereliction of duty and public interest for personal gain seems to have secretly gone to the world to buy apples.

The grass on both sides of the path had nowhere to hide, and Dusty had spiritual power, so she didn't dare to follow too closely, so she could only wait for Dusty to walk into the woods and then follow, so delayed, when she came to the woods, Dusty was already gone.

The trees in the forest are orderly, not thick, like about five years old, with straight trunks, row after row, cutting this area into roads that lead in all directions.

Looking around, it seems that no road is wider, and the ground is so watery that there is no sign of anyone walking on it. Cheng Weixi didn't know where Chenying had gone for a while.

She muttered, should you use 100 meters as a benchmark and explore every road?

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it gradually had the meaning of splashing, and it hurt slightly on her body, splashing her like a soup chicken from beginning to end.

It's not a good weather to track.

She wiped the rain from her face and returned reluctantly, thinking about how to find her way when the weather improved.

Heavy rain has muddy the roads in Chouhua Mountain. Cheng Weixi was thinking about things in his head, he didn't pay attention, slipped and slid with an "ouch", fell heavily in the mud, splashing his face full of muddy water, and was extremely embarrassed.

A white oil-paper umbrella appeared on her head, and the dense rain fell down the ink river on the umbrella surface, wetting the white clothes on the shoulders of the umbrella bearer.

Cheng Weixi watched the people standing in the rain, and in the distance the mountains met the sky, forming a damp canopy, blending the graceful posture of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and softening the dignified and majestic pavilions of Huashan Mountain.

In front of her was a white shirt with plain sleeves, hanging down to her elbows, revealing a bony hand, holding the handle of the umbrella, shielding her from the wind and rain.

She was stunned for a moment: "It's you, why did you come here?"

Looking around again, I realized that I was walking while thinking about things, and I actually walked near Heguangzhai.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Huaiyin's mouth, and he drew a warm stroke for this cold ink smoke and rain, which made people can't help but let down their guard and give birth to a sense of intimacy.

He stretched out his hand: "I like rainy days, so I came out for a walk." How are you so careless. ”

Cheng Weixi didn't twist either, and jumped up with that hand, and the muddy water on his body splashed everywhere, leaving a few black mud spots on Jiang Huaiyin's white robe.

Jiang Huaiyin still smiled: "Look at the sky, the heavy rain will fall for a while, you come to Heguangzhai to avoid the rain first, and scrub it simply, so as not to catch a cold." "The timbre is pleasant, the intonation is slow, and it gives people a very comfortable feeling.

The rain in early summer is not cold, and Cheng Weixi is not a squeamish person.

But this long-lost words of concern made her hesitate.

It is as if the warm charcoal fire is found on a cold snowy night, which is the meaning of survival;

It is as if a flying moth pounces on the flickering paper lamp, which is the will to forget death.

Cheng Weixi was stunned in his heart, followed the subtle warmth hidden in the wind and rain, and followed him into Heguangzhai.

Off topic:

Today's Valentine's Day, it was decided to double watch, this is the first watch, the second watch will be at half past nine in the morning, I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day!

Thank you very much for the support of "Beetle Can't Write", this book has just started to be serialized, almost no one reads it, the recommendation votes and comments you give me every day are my biggest motivation, I am very grateful!

I will continue to work hard to drop!