"If I like you, don't say that you are in the same room with a man for more than ten days, even half a day, I can't tolerate it."

"So, Song Cong is already very generous."

Ping Yao was stunned.

Can't tolerate it for half a day?

That's too careful.

Ping Yao calmed down and said uncertainly: "Are you Yunyi?" ”

Yun Yi glanced at Ping Yao and didn't speak.

This cold and ruthless disregard is not Yun Yi's signature move.

"It's not necessary, is it?" Ping Yao looked at the pile of food and frowned, "Even if you like someone, you won't be like this." Giving each other enough free space, allowing them to have their own circle, not interfering or disturbing, this is a relatively peaceful state of getting along, isn't it? ”

It's a bit like her and the current Yunyi.

Although they live together, they have their own things to do with each other. We can talk together when we are bored, and we don't let each other be a constraint when we are busy.

Isn't that great?

Yun Yi smiled.

It's different from the cold and tasteless smile of the past.

In this smile, Yun Yi's expression was a little more gentle and helpless.

It's like facing a naïve child.

"What are you laughing at? If you think I'm saying something wrong, can you talk to me? ”

Yun Yi looked at her gently: "Ping Yao, so, you are talking about liking, not love." ”

"Loving someone is when she leaves you for a minute, and you start to worry that she will never come back."

Ping Yao was stunned again.

Outside the window, the bright noon sun shone in through the wide open window.

The laughter around her, the clashing of cups and saucers, and the crisp children's voice of the little girl who sang echoed in Ping Yao's ears.

The world is in a trance.

And the only thing that is clear in the trance is the whiteness.

Ping Yao fell silent.

Yun Yi stopped talking and ate silently.

There were only a few tables, and the conversation was still lively.

"In order to marry that girl, Song Gongzi heard that he had a falling out with his family. And coincidentally, the emperor named Song Gongzi as the general manager of the door. Song Gongzi set up his own door and took the girl into the house. This girl was born in poverty, and she was fortunate to be able to be favored by Song Gongzi in three lives.

However, she doesn't know how to cherish it. I heard that after the girl entered the Song Mansion, she secretly met with Xu Jieyuan and was arrested by Song Gongzi. Caught alive and raped. You say, can Song Gongzi still endure it? Bear with it any longer, is that still a man? ”

Yun Yi listened lightly, without a trace of superfluous emotion on his face.

The meal was lively and quiet.

After Yun Yi finished eating, he picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth.

Ping Yao, who was on the other side, already had a gloomy face, and while thinking about things, he ate with one chopstick and no chopsticks.

Yun Yi has never seen her so absent-minded during dinner since she met Ping Yao.

Yun Yi reminded her softly: "Hurry up and eat." The food was getting cold. ”

Ping Yao's chopsticks paused.

She looked up at Yun Yi.

The young man is cold and incomparable, clean as the bright moon.

How to look, how to feel, it is impossible for him to say such fanatical words.

"What about you?"

Ping Yao suddenly asked, Yun Yi was stunned for a moment, and didn't understand.

"Why do you understand? Have you ever loved or are loving someone? ”

The sun was shining, and Ping Yao's eyes were like glass, crystal clear, shining straight into Yun Yi's heart.

Have you loved, or are you in love with?

After lunch, Yun Yi and Ping Yao went to the teahouse to pass the time.

The name of the teahouse is "Tianxiang Building".

As soon as Ping Yao looked up, she saw the name and smiled.

Yun Yi followed Ping Yao's gaze and looked up, and understood why Ping Yao was smiling.

Tianxiang Building. Isn't there such a one in Dream of Red Mansions?

Yun Yi walked inside and introduced: "This is the teahouse where Shen Bishui learned his art before. ”

"Oh."

Ping Yao nodded.

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink the tea made by Shen Bishui?"

Ping Yao took two steps forward to catch up with Yun Yi: "Shen Bishui is here?" ”

Yun Yi shook his head: "No." ”

"What's that drinking?"

Yun Yi smiled: "Wait." ”

Wait? Wait for Shen Bishui to come.

Didn't Shen Bishui enter the Song Mansion, how could he still come to such a place.

Ping Yao followed Yun Yi into Tianxiang Tower.

Yun Yi ordered a pot of tea, some pastries, put on a quiet and leisurely posture, and listened to the story downstairs.

Ping Yao looked at Yun Yi's posture and suspected that he was going to listen to a book here for an afternoon.

No way, is Yunyi that boring?

Definitely waiting for someone.

Ping Yao frequently looked at the entrance of the teahouse.

This look, I have been seeing the sunset.

Mr. Storyteller has already finished two stories.

Yun Yi clapped his hands, stood up from the soft seat, looked at Ping Yao with a tired face, and said with a smile: "It's time, let's go." ”

"What time is it?"

Ping Yao's will was weakened, and she stood up with Yun Yi and went downstairs.

The Tianxiang Building is located in a remote area. Out of the building, there is a long street.

There were no people on the long street, and walking on the stone slabs, I could clearly hear the footsteps.

Yun Yi walked in front, and Ping Yao followed behind.

Caught off guard, Yun Yi's footsteps stopped.

Ping Yao also stopped and looked up suspiciously.

In sight, a young man in Tsing Yi appeared.

The twilight is four, and the sky is slightly blue. The long street is quiet and serene.

The young man's eyes were a little soft in his sorrow, with a strong bookish atmosphere.

A Tsing Yi has been washed and old, but it is very clean.

The boy's hair was neatly tied up by a blue headband, and there was not a trace of messiness.

It is a typical scholar's dress.

is still a melancholy scholar.

For some reason, when Ping Yao saw this young man, a name popped up in his mind.

Xu.

Ping Yao was about to open his mouth to ask Yunyi, when there was a sound of carriages on the street.

On the other side of the long street, a royal blue carriage came slowly.

Xu Jian turned around and saw the carriage and was stunned for a moment.

The carriage slowly walked to the front of the Tianxiang Building.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and a person came out of it, who was not a stranger to Ping Yao and Yun Yi.

Song Cong.

Song Cong got out of the car, his eyes swept over Yun Yi and Ping Yao, and finally fell on the young man in Tsing Yi.

The cold gaze suddenly turned grim.

Song hooked a sneer from the corner of his mouth. He looked deeply at the young man in Tsing Yi, then turned around and stretched out his hand into the carriage.

"Come down."

At this moment, the expression on Song Cong's face was particularly deep.

After a long time, a pair of hands finally stretched out in the carriage, and then a girl dressed in white leaned out of the carriage.

The young man in Tsing Yi's eyes darkened.

The white clothes fluttered lightly, and the girl inside was hugged out by Song Cong.

The girl's soft voice sounded in the quiet long street: "Be careful, your wounds have not healed yet." ”

The girl in white looked up and looked at Song Cong.

The eyes are full of tenderness and affection.

Song Cong smiled.

It's a very bright smile.

His hand gently stroked the broken hair of the girl in white: "I'm already fine, Bishui." (To be continued.) )