It was a strange feeling, he didn't know where this feeling came from, but he was extremely sure of his existence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen in a book: "I don't know where it starts, and I love deeply." I don't know if the author of this sentence has also gone through his current mood to say this.

He pursed his lips and closed his eyes, his brow furrowed unusually tight. In fact, he always felt that he was waiting for someone, and every time he was extremely disgusted with his dilapidated body, there would always be a voice in his heart that kept telling him. He had to persevere, because the people he was waiting for hadn't come yet.

It is also for this reason that he has dragged this broken body to survive to this day. At first, he didn't know who he was waiting for, but vaguely thought it was probably a woman.

Later, he occasionally dreamed. I always saw a woman standing by the broken bridge with an umbrella, and the woman turned her head to look at the sea of red flowers next to her in a daze. The first time he dreamed about it, he could barely control his trembling hands.

In his dreams he was not a cripple paralyzed in bed, so when he saw her, he hurried over to touch her hair. But the moment he made contact, he suddenly woke up.

In reality, uncontrolled hands and feet are like pouring a basin of ice water on him. He suddenly withdrew from the excitement of the dream, and he was stunned for a long time before he succeeded in convincing himself that it was just a dream.

But since then, when he lies in bed in a daze, he always remembers that dream. He kept imagining, what kind of woman should it be?

Whether she looks beautiful or captivating, does she like to laugh, and when she laughs, will her eyes squint into a crescent moon?

Why is she standing alone by the broken bridge, there is no rain or sunshine, and why is she holding an umbrella? Her figure was slightly emaciated, and when she turned around, was her haggard face that?

He couldn't help but fantasize about the woman, and every bit of her seemed to arouse his great interest. Sometimes, he recalled that dream countless times, just to remember whether the woman was holding an umbrella in her left hand or in her right hand.

Just when he felt that he was about to be stunned, he actually dreamed of the woman again. The woman was still standing by the broken bridge, but her clothes had changed. The light blue dress covered the top of her feet for a long time, and the woman just looked at the red blood-dripping flowers, and there was no superfluous movement.

Almost instantly, he was alert to the fact that he had entered this dream again. I don't know if it's an illusion, the woman seems to have some changes, whether it is the size or the bearing of the body. But what remains unchanged is this sea of flowers, as well as her fatal attraction to herself.

It took a lot of effort for him to control himself from touching her. He didn't know if the other party could see him, so he tiptoed over.

The woman seemed to sense something, and turned sharply. The moment he came into contact with the woman's gaze, he was frozen in place.

They! They know each other! There was only one sentence left in his head, and the next moment he was back in the endless darkness.

The room was very dim because there was no palm light. He didn't know what time it was, but he struggled to begin to remember the woman's appearance. But no matter how hard he tried, the memory of the woman's appearance in his mind was not preserved at all.

He only vaguely remembered the eyes that reflected the stars in the sky, and the other thought that came to his mind was that he knew the woman. With that glance alone, he could be sure of their acquaintance.

Or rather...... He could be sure that he was deeply in love with that woman. Even if he didn't know his name, even if he didn't see his face, he was already extremely sure of his eyes alone. He finally knew who he was waiting for.

Since then, he has dreamed of the broken bridge several times, but the woman has never appeared again. He also imitated the woman's appearance, standing by the broken bridge and watching the sea of flowers in a daze, his mind was full of the emaciated back.

As a result, his boring life finally had a little more fun, and he began to keep fantasizing, what would it be like when they actually met? And how should he be gentle and considerate to that woman? Thinking about the end, he almost forgot that he was just a crippled person paralyzed in bed.

"Knock-knock-knock! It's dry, watch out for candles! An old voice came from a distant place, accompanied by a few dog barks, reminding those who were still awake that it was already the fifth watch.

The man on the bed jerked out of his thoughts, only to realize that so much time had passed. The smile on the corner of his mouth was a little bitter, and he had a hunch that all his waits would become a reality today. It's just the woman......

He couldn't selfishly stay with that woman. If she wants to leave, she will do her best to fulfill her. He closed his eyes in pain, his mind a little confused after a sleepless night. In a daze, he seemed to see the sea of flowers again.

On the other hand, Yaxi didn't sleep very well. The genius was bright, and she was woken up by the people sent by Guo's mother. This time, it wasn't to torture her, but just to let her cooperate with grooming.

Yaxi, who is sleepy, is at the mercy of a few grandmothers and maids like a matchmaking doll. It wasn't until she "saved her face" that she sobered up a little because of the pain.

This is also the first time that Yaxi knows that ancient women would be so particular when they attended the main banquet. It is the first time to know that in the ancient world where technology is not developed, there are so many makeup and beauty skills.

This makeover against Yaxi lasted until the evening, that is, the banquet began. After everything was cleaned up, Yaxi, who had exquisite makeup, stood in front of the bronze mirror, and even couldn't recognize who the woman in the mirror was.

She was wearing a light cyan dress, her long black hair was pulled up, and only some broken hair was left on both sides, reflecting the bright eyes, and the whole person was shining, making people unable to take their eyes off.

At the beginning of the banquet, Yaxi accompanied Guo's mother, and the ladies who came to the banquet looked at him. But no matter how much gaze she has, Yaxi always has a faint and decent smile.

After a few hours, the smile on her face did not show the slightest reluctance. Her performance fell in the eyes of Guo's mother, and she rarely won some appreciation. The other ladies present had their own judgments on Yaxi's elegant demeanor.

Guo's mother sat in the main seat and chatted with several women with exquisite makeup, but her eyes always fell on the door. Yaxi behaved very well-behaved and demure, she sat quietly on the side and rarely spoke, only responding appropriately when the topic shifted to her. (To be continued.) )