I raised my eyes, but saw that Murong Jing hid my pistol and my dagger in his arms. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked at me and smiled, more cunning and evil than the fire fox, but it was full of ambiguous evil and provocative.

His smile was warm, true, indescribably intoxicated, soft.

I reached out and snatched my gun fiercely: "Murong Jing, you bastard!" You're hearty! ”

However, he turned around and gently dodged my attack, and I could not snatch my weapon.

Wei Zitian, it's all your fault! It's all your fault!

However, Murong Jing suddenly leaned over and trapped me in his arms, and his fingertips gently and ambiguously hooked my jaw: "Qiu Yu, now, you can't kill me, but it's good for you to be my wife." ”

I sneered, tilted my head, and looked at him obliquely: "Murong Jing, if you marry me, aren't you afraid, the president who robbed the country, killed you?" ”

Murong Jing's fingers, warm and gentle, were gently kneaded on my cheeks. His eyes were gentle but secretly murderous: "He can't help me, but I will kill him for you." ”

I can't help but wonder: Why did Murong Jing do this?

", what do I have to do with you, why should I marry you? Why did you kill the robbed president for me? ”

I was cold, shook off his hand fiercely, my eyes were bright, more cold than ice, but more hurtful.

It's funny, Murong Jing, who are you?

Murong Jing pressed my shoulder again, he looked at me eagerly, his eyes were full of anticipation that I couldn't understand: "Don't you remember, I like you, too long and too long." I knew you when I was five years old, don't you remember? ”

I pursed my lips, my eyes full of contempt and deep disdain: "Are you a pervert?" When did I know you? ”

"Look, you gave me all of this."

Murong Jing suddenly turned around and took out a lot of things from behind him that I had never seen before.

The young man looked back, shook my hand deeply, pointed to the ornament in front of me, and explained to me in detail: "Qiu Chao, this is ...... This is...... That's ......"

There are so many so many that I can't even remember.

However, as Murong Jing spoke, he spoke, and I began to change slowly.

My brain, all of a sudden, was in excruciating pain.

Frame 9: The painting is perfect, but it is full of light

There are too many, too many pictures that have been lost, in my mind, keep repeating: at that time, the light was light and warm, the painting hall was deep, and the center of the lake was cold. Light water is colorful, the branches and leaves are not cold, the sky is full of stars, and the beauty is poured out. The breath of Qingyue, little by little, drip, there is nowhere to escape. The night is foggy, warm, ethereal, better than a dream. In the depths of the fog, the autumn petals, overlapping, complex and exquisite, have, the clouds have never depicted the flawless clear.

The young man's smile was bewitching, his eyes were more beautiful than deception, and in his hand was a soft light fruit: "Autumn confusion, here you go." ”

I fluttered and approached him, my eyes were slightly curved, and the arc was warm, but it was a warmth that Meiyu couldn't grasp: "Wei Zitian, you are so good." ”

That year, he and I were five years old.

The night is like practice, and the enchanting and entangled water droplets cover the extremely moist petals, but they can't burn, too clear and flawless heart.

The boy was behind me, chasing after me.

The petals are soft, silky and smooth on my dress, but they can't draw my happiness.

The young man's too clear voice sounded softly in my ears: "Qiu Chao, don't run, okay?" ”

His lips pursed softly. The innocent and aggrieved in his eyes made me can't help but want to bully me hard.

Sure enough, I pushed him away, ran forward again, and threw him behind me again: "Wei Zitian, you are so slow." ”

That year, he and I were seven years old.

The sky is beautiful, the wilderness is endless, the autumn flowers are pouring into ten thousand acres, the fragrance is clear, dotted, dripping, and not changing. Flower tide, flower stream, flower light, perfect to the extreme, but no time to take care of, it seems, lost the seal carving of the brocade.

Suddenly, the young man took out a transparent and beautiful heart bracelet from the brocade box: "Qiu Chao, do you like this?" ”

I turned around, looked back, looked at him timidly, the corners of my eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't stop a deep smile: "I like it, you put it on for me." ”

The young man raised his fingertips, deeply, softly, clasped the heart bracelet on my wrist, raised his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes hid the naughtiness of success, and the pampering of Meisheng Nian: "If you wear Xinjue, you will be born and live, you are all mine, you know?" ”

I clenched my fists, fiercely, but gently, beating his chest, pursing my lips, helpless but deeply loving: "I know, you shameless bastard, I can't run out of your palm." ”

Wei Zi let me torture as much as I wanted, but suddenly opened his lips and took my fingertips in his mouth, ambiguous, bewitching, but too intoxicated: "That's right." ”

That year, he and I were nine years old.

I stepped on the plump fallen leaves, dancing, but quietly, messed up, overlapping and clear.

Looking back, I found that I don't know when, on the autumn petals, the cage is layered on top of each other, elegant and dazzling.

The starlight is cherished, on the petals, in the clear and clear water, but slowly, warmly, depicting my appearance.

The young man's fingertips, holding my fingers, were gently kneaded in the palm of his hand: "Qiu Chao, you say, when will I marry you?" ”

Suddenly, I clapped his hand, pouted, and pretended to be calm: "No." ”

Wei Zi couldn't help but smile, he raised his eyes, gentle, but firm, and looked straight into my eyes: "Why? ”

Hmph, Wei Zitian, you bastard, are you so sure, am I in a hurry to marry you?

Hmph, there are too many handsome guys chasing me, why am I so impatient?

Hmph, Wei Zitian, I have to admit that you are the most handsome, I just love you, what should I do?

I tilted my head, pretending to be innocent, but I was angry: "I'm so good-looking, I won't marry you!" ”

Wei Zitian, you are so handsome, I just want to marry you.

Wei Zitian suddenly, smiled gently, his fingertips gently lifted my jaw, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but let me fall deeply: "I look so handsome, you will definitely marry me." ”

That year, he and I were ten years old.

Robbing the country, Shaoguang is warm, Jinnian, in the charm and clarity, overlapping and changing.

The sunset in the sky is lit up and the sky is washed by water.

The Milky Way is peerless, the spirit is more and more transparent, and in the Shaoguang of the golden year, it is warm and clear that it cannot be opened, and it is so beautiful that it has lost the traces of the years.

The emerald light on the Embellishment Pavilion is crystal clear, reflecting the extremely beautiful early autumn daylight.

The golden year does not wait, my toes, soft turning, skirt dancing lightly, brought up, falling flowers everywhere.

The young man stood there, demented, dumbfounded, with indescribable charm: "Autumn confusion, your dance is so beautiful." ”

I slowly stretched out my hand to him, smiling softly: "Wei Zitian, I'll dance with you." ”

The boy held my fingertips, his chin bowed, but his eyes were too affectionate: "Okay." ”

That year, he and I were eleven years old. (To be continued.) )