Putting the bracelet in his arms, he turned around and walked to the door, "squeak", the door opened, and he stepped out, and there was an old and weak voice from the master of empty sorrow behind him, "An'er, uncle will help you!" ”

Although it was already a simple sentence, it seemed to have exhausted all his strength, looking at the distant figure, the master of empty sorrow was completely spread on the stool.

The eyes are blank, unfocused, and caught up in memories.

Cold incense, cold incense, cold incense, bone incense, if you inhale too much of this aroma, the body will gradually weaken, and the most will die.

He muttered, "How can you do this?" ”

Is it really for the sake of that person, at any cost? She's gone, no one robbed you, why didn't you even let An'er go?

Is your hatred really so deep?

Taking advantage of the night, when Zhao Jing'an returned to Biezhuang, the sky was already slightly bright.

The whole body was soaked with fog, and after changing clothes, Zhao Jingan returned to the room where the smoke was like a dream.

Looking at the sleeping woman on the bed, she gently lifted the quilt and lay down.

Perhaps he felt a chill, and the smoke in his sleep couldn't help but shrink in.

Zhao Jing'an didn't care, hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and looked quietly for a while, Fang closed his eyes.

Outside, the fog is misty, the air conditioning is gentle, and indoors, the bedside is fragrant, and the love is warm.

When Yan Rumeng woke up, it was already noon the next day.

When I opened my confused eyes, I often swept my hand around, but I found that the person was cold, and I didn't know when I left.

Helping himself up, he only moved, the wounds all over his body were pulled, his slightly ruddy cheeks turned white, looking at the empty room, he could only half-lean on the bed and breathe slowly.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see anyone coming in, and the smoke was like a dream.

Of course, this urgency is an urgency to urinate, from last night to noon today, I haven't been out of the compliment, and I must be panicking.

I couldn't hold it anymore and cleared my throat, "Anyone?" ”

Sure enough, he should have called someone earlier, and immediately heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and in the blink of an eye, he saw Zhao Jing'an in front of him.

Looking up at the man in front of him, he was surprised, could it be that this man had been waiting outside?

"Where have you been?" Tilting her head up, her eyes shining, like a little woman who is afraid of being abandoned, pitiful.

"I'm going to take care of something." Sitting on the edge of the bed, his big hand stroked his pale and slippery face, "Hungry, aren't you?" Would you like to have some food first? ”

The smoke is like a dream, and his body moves left and right, and his cheeks are slightly flushed, this, how to say this?

What a shame!

Why did he come in? Isn't there any other maid in this village? I had it last time, like.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Looking at the awkward woman with a slightly strange expression, Zhao Jing was relieved, thinking that she was hurting somewhere.

"I" couldn't hold back, and finally raised my head, my face was already red, "I want to come out of Gong." ”

Zhao Jing'an was stunned, and then let out a "hum" laugh, "You! The hand skimmed the end of the nose like a dream, "If you want to be respectful, why don't you say it earlier?" Is there anything that cannot be said between you and me? ”

"But so." In the end, he still couldn't let go, looking at Zhao Jing'an who was holding the night pot, his eyes were aimed around, and the reddest pushed the man standing in front of him, "You, you go out first, I'll be fine, and then I'll call you." ”

Looking at the awkward and shy woman, Zhao Jingan couldn't, knowing that this kind of thing can't be rushed, you have to take it slowly, if you force it to be in a hurry, I'm afraid that you won't be able to eat anything at the end of the day!

"Okay, I'll go out and ask someone to prepare food, and if it's okay, call me." As he spoke, he was in a very good mood and walked out of the city.

Yan Rumeng felt ashamed that he couldn't see anyone, his face turned red, and he was annoyed, and his face was embarrassed.

After washing, Yan Rumeng sat down at the dining table, because she was afraid that she would be uncomfortable, Zhao Jing'an specially ordered someone to put several layers of soft fur on the chair, and it was soft to sit on.

Looking at the man opposite who curled the corners of her lips, Yan Rumeng only felt that this man was still laughing at what she had just done.

Biting his chopsticks, he looked at him with a little resentment, "My body is not so delicate, why bother so much?" The farts and stocks moved in slightly, but they were overjoyed in their hearts.

This man seems to be indifferent, but in fact he is as meticulous as silk, as long as he is a person he cares about, the good he gets is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"What's the trouble? There are a lot of high-quality furs in the house, and it is better to take them out and use them than to put them there. As he spoke, he put chopsticks and minced mutton into the smoke like a dream.

"Coco can't be so bad, right?" Can I still use it after sitting under my fart or thighs? It's a tyrannical thing!

Ordinary people don't even have a cold in winter, and when they come to her, they actually use good fur as a cushion extravagantly, and they feel uneasy when they think about it.

"My stuff is for you to spoil." It's very skinless and faceless.

Looking at the handsome face that suddenly approached, Yan Rumeng pushed it away, took a bite of the minced mutton with chopsticks, and his eyebrows immediately wrinkled, "It's so good!" ”

Zhao Jing'an had been watching Yan Rumeng eat from the side, and when he heard her say that, he picked up the chopsticks and took a bite and tasted it, then turned to look at the snickering woman on the side, "Lie to me?" Well? ”

"You don't eat it, I'm the only one who eats, how boring is it? Usually in the house, it is a big family to eat together, and it is not good to eat alone and have no appetite. ”

"But I've always eaten alone, and I don't feel like I've lost my appetite." As if he couldn't understand the meaning in Yan Rumeng's eyes, Zhao Jingan replied with a smile.

Seeing that the goal was not achieved, Yan Rumeng leaned forward, "Then now I will accompany you to eat, you will not be alone in the future, I believe that with me to eat with you, your appetite will be better." Holding Zhao Jing'an's arm, listening to him say that, it was very distressing.

Although there is endless glory and wealth, but I have never even experienced the most basic family warmth.

How lonely he must have been for all these years.

Even if you have expectations for that family affection in your heart, you don't dare to say it.

How could such a forbearant personality expose his heart to others?

"Zhao Jing'an, let me tell you, the fruit of the begonia tree has been pickled last time, and it can be eaten, so I'll bring some to you to eat." Looking at a small plate of pickles on the table, I suddenly remembered his teasing under the begonia tree, and then thought of the sour begonia fruit.

Zhao Jing'an called Yan Rumeng and said, his heart warmed, he filled a bowl of porridge and took a sip, "Is it delicious?" He pointed to the bowl in front of Yan Rumeng and motioned for her to continue eating.

"It's delicious! I tasted it for Iman, and she said it was delicious. "Now Yan Rumeng faces Zhao Jing'an, and he can already sit until he sprinkles flowers without blushing or being nervous.

"Okay, bring some next time." glanced at the panicked woman who was still smiling, and knew it in her heart, but she didn't pierce it, "took the chopsticks and ordered her bowl, "Hurry up and eat!" ”