Withdrawing the hand that was holding the pulse, Si Jichen took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, he only smiled lightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's okay, it's just a normal reaction to the Gu Jie." She said in a light tone.

Their eyes met for a moment.

Si Jichen lowered her eyes uncontrollably, now she didn't dare to look at Jun Mowen, she wasn't sure if she could completely hide what she was thinking.

"Is that so?" After looking at Si Jichen for a long time, just when the room was in an embarrassment, Jun Mo heard a warm voice and spoke.

Looking at Si Jichen, who still hadn't raised his head, Jun Mowen smiled and said, "Then I'll be relieved." ”

……

This meal can be said to be the first time that the two have eaten at the same table after a long absence.

It was supposed to be harmonious and warm, and there should have been a lot to say.

However, in reality, both of them are very quiet, and they both seem to be a little absent-minded.

It wasn't until he watched the familiar green shirt disappear from his sight that Si Jichen withdrew his gaze from afar, and looked up at the gray sky in winter.

She said to herself in a very soft voice:

"I've waited so long, why haven't I seen winter snow......

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In the Heart Cultivation Palace, the little eunuch helped remove the recital on the table.

Under Jun Mowen's gesture, the people in the palace retreated.

Walk to the table, spread a blank roll of paper on the desk, study ink, pick up a pen, and draw......

The tip of the pen that had been stirred with ink paused an inch on the painting.

After a long pause, a drop of ink unexpectedly fell on the snow-white rice paper, smudging a dark ink stain.

Jun Mowen frowned slightly at the ink, put away the scroll, and took a new piece of white paper to pave it again.

Smooth lines were slowly drawn on the paper, and he drew on the paper the woman he had sketched countless times in his mind.

Each stroke is extremely focused, and each painting is extremely serious, as if it is pouring out all your heart.

The woman in the painting is becoming more and more vivid, with cold eyebrows and eyes, white clothes like snow, and a magnolia hairpin with a simple color between her black hair......

A painting was finally completed, and it was already dark outside, so Jun Mowen just carefully dried and put away the ink.

But he didn't mean to rest, but took out a blank piece of paper and laid it out.

The palace people quietly came in and lit the lights in the hall.

His long figure was reflected in the room.

If anyone is in this temple, they will be amazed.

The table was covered with scrolls of paintings, the ink had not yet dried, and the same woman was depicted on them.

Thinking about the dust......

When we met for the first time, she stood in the wind on the vast mountain......

The plague of Los Angeles, the moment she walked out of her old mansion......

In the Three Princes' Mansion, she stood in the early blooming white orchid and smiled lightly......

Palace Banquet ...... On the battlefield......

A few cases, full of pictures, she is alone.

Another picture was put aside, but it was the silent appearance of thinking about the dust at the dinner table today......

He knew that his vague memory was by no means as simple as it was in Dust's mouth, and he had already thought of her, and he had made her suffer so much.

He......

How can you be willing to forget her again?

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It's late at night.

The door of the temple slowly opened.

There was a hint of sadness in those cold eyes, and the hazy night looked a little blurry in those eyes.

I recalled Jun Mowen's words during the day over and over again.

"Dust, I feel ...... I'm forgetting something. The things that I had remembered before seemed to be blurred again......"

Has he begun to forget about her so soon?

Then forget about her completely...... How long does it take......

Thinking of this, a gust of wind passed.

She only felt a chill on her face, and her pool-like eyes were dyed with surprise, and she reached out and stroked the corners of her eyes.

Fingertips are moist......

The corners of his lips tugged at a bitter smile, and he hadn't cried for a long time.

She didn't cry when she was suffering from illness for a long time.

She didn't cry when Master died.

She didn't cry when she was taken away by the people of Hades.

Now......

Obviously, everything is settled, only to learn that he is going to forget about her again......

Nothing more......

Why did you cry yourself?

There was a sudden sound behind her, and when Si Jichen looked back, she saw that Dai Ranyue, who was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, had come behind her at some point.

The beautiful eyes that are big and bright on weekdays are innocent at this time, and they have always been accustomed to seeing this little girl's eccentricity, but they didn't expect her to be so quiet and well-behaved.

"Sister Si." Seeing Si Jichen's eyes looking at him lightly, Dai Ranyue called out in a weak tone.

"Huh?" Thinking about the dust sideways.

"I went out of the palace today to prepare medicinal herbs, although I can't solve your Gu, but it's still okay to delay for a while."

Dai Ranyue bowed her head, she really regretted it now, regretting that she didn't learn the method of solving Gu with her master at that time, so that she knew that the person in front of her had fallen into the Gu, and she obviously wanted to save her, but she couldn't do anything.

This kind of powerlessness makes her, who has always laughed, feel a little heavy.

"Ran Yue."

Hearing Si Jichen call her, Dai Ranyue turned around, and a teardrop hung there that couldn't be dropped.

Seeing her cute appearance, Si Jichen couldn't help but raise his hand and touched her head: "It's good to be able to drag on for a while, thank you." ”

This sentence of thanks made Dai Ranyue feel even more uncomfortable, and the tears finally fell and fell directly on the back of Si Jichen's hand.

It's a bad time to say thank you at this time.

raised her hand to wipe her eyes, but she couldn't stand the tears, she simply threw herself into Si Jichen's thin arms and cried loudly.

Feeling the wet placket, Si Jichen touched the little girl's head and soothed it warmly.

"Don't cry, I should be the one who should cry." She said half-jokingly.

Seeing that the crying couldn't stop, she had no choice but to hold her silently, with a little ignorance in her expression.

She has never done such a thing as coaxing a child not to cry.

Knowing that half an hour had passed, the little girl finally stopped her tears and sobbed and raised her head.

She clenched her little fists and looked determined: "Sister Si, a good person like you, and in such a good age, you will definitely not die so easily." ”

This night.

These people......

Doomed to sleepless...... (To be continued.) )