Qinghuan found the kitchen of the inn under the guidance of the shopkeeper, she stepped into the kitchen hesitantly, and walked slowly to the fat cook who was stir-frying, and said a little twisted: "Auntie...... Can you borrow me a stove? ”

"Hey, little girl, you're not a worker, are you?" The cook smiled and glanced at the little girl beside her. Ｘs520.

"It's not...... I'm just a guest staying at the hotel, but I want to make some meals with my own hands. ”

"No problem, the stove next to me will do." The cook smiled, "Ah yes, there are still some milk that has just been shipped here, do you want to cook some of it?" ”

"Cow's milk ......?" Qing Huan took a small bucket of white liquid handed to her by the cook in her free hand, looked down for a long time, and asked seriously, "...... Is it sweet? ”

"Hahaha, sweet, of course sweet. If it's not sweet enough, put more sugar to keep it sweet. The generous cook smiled and handed the empty pot to Qing Huan, "The little girl is so beautiful, she came to cook herself." Let me ask more, who are you going to eat for? Whoever is so expensive, the food cooked in the inn is disgusting. ”

"......" Qinghuan lowered his head and smiled, skillfully lit the fire and put the pot down, and after a while, he continued: "...... The person I'm going to marry in the future. ”

"Yo, whose little husband is so lucky to marry such a beautiful, gentle and virtuous girl as you." The cook laughed.

"Me? Virtuous...... Is it? ”

"That's not it, people are good-looking and gentle, and they speak softly. It's like our girl, frizzy, not like a little girl at all, and I still have a headache about her marriage. ”

Qinghuan poured the milk in the small bucket into the pot, stirred it slowly with a spoon, and at the same time shook the sugar into the pot with the sugar jar: "Auntie, I was also frizzy a long time ago...... Well, to be precise, it should be arrogant, and everyone in the family is used to it. After a long time, I have experienced more things, and my personality is less frizzy. Who is immutable? ”

"Well, it's really okay after a long time...... Girl, did you put too much candy? ”

"It's okay, she's actually just a child who hasn't grown up," Qinghuan lowered her head and concentrated on stirring the things in the pot, eating and laughing, "I'm old, and I always like sweets." ”

"You are really very good to that little minister, you must grow old together."

"Well, it must be...... Grow old together. ”

Qinghuan buried her head and bit her lower lip, and her nasal cavity suddenly felt sour for no reason.

When Qinghuan opened the wooden door with a tray of food, Nan Yang was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down intently at the book on his lap. She gently pressed the page with her thumb and forefinger in one hand, and held a string of bright red sugar gourds in the other hand and gnawed, her legs gently swaying back and forth, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You're so conscious, did I say that this sugar gourd was brought to you?" Qinghuan put the tray on the round table and smiled.

Nan Yang closed the book and put it aside, and the cheeks on both sides were wrapped in hawthorn balls, which were bulging like a small animal, and he smiled lightly: "Master, can you not eat like this, so that you can take care of your image." ”

Nan Yang walked to the table and sat down, his cheeks moved and chewed while muttering: "There are no outsiders, no need to worry." ”

"I haven't had time to ask you, where did you hurt?"

Nan Yang stared at Qing Huan and took out the food in the tray and put it on the table, and then casually pointed to his flank: "...... ribs, broken several. ”

"So strict...... I'm sorry, Master, you blame me for being hurt like this, I really ...... You scold me, whatever you want. Qinghuan lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

Nan Yang didn't seem to pay attention to what she said, but pointed to the bowl of boiled milk on the table with interest and asked, "What is this?" The North Punishment has never been seen. ”

"Would you like to try the little milk that the cook gave me?" Qinghuan's thoughts were taken away by Nan Yang, and he turned to raise his voice, picked up the bowl of milk and sat next to Nan Yang, and raised the bowl in front of Nan Yang.

"......" Nan Yang swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth, licked his lower lip, poked his head out directly, and took a small sip of the bowl with his hand in his hand.

Qing Huan stared at Nan Yang's low-hanging face concentrating on drinking milk, couldn't help swallowing and saliva, and asked softly, "Is it delicious?" ”

"Hmm......" Nan Yang nodded slightly, raised his hand to support Qinghuan's hand holding the bowl, and raised it slightly, so that more milk in the bowl could flow into his mouth.

After drinking half a bowl, Nan Yang stopped with satisfaction and gently pushed the bowl away: "It's good, is the milk right?" Next time, remember to bring two cows back to the North Punishment. ”

Qinghuan put the bowl on the table, and when she looked up, she suddenly saw a circle of milk mustache on Nan Yang's lips, and a layer of white milk was slightly funny, but Nan Yang himself didn't know it. She couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, Master, you...... Hahahahaha......ha

Nan Yang took that circle of milk and beard and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Is it funny to take two cows back? ”

"It's not...... Hahaha......" Qinghuan covered her mouth and couldn't stop laughing.

"......" Nan Yang just looked at Qinghuan suspiciously, not knowing why.

"Uh-huh, ahem, uh-huh." He stroked his chest with a chuckle, "It's okay, I remembered, take two cows back to the north to punish you." ”

"Hmm." Nan Yang hummed lightly, turned his face sideways and took the dishes and chopsticks, ready to eat.

Qinghuan grabbed Nan Yang's hand: "Master, don't worry, there is something I need to help you with." ”

"What?"

She smiled lightly, gently touched the side of Nan Yang's face, and rubbed back and forth on the delicate and tender skin, she suddenly approached Nan Yang's face, and stretched out her tongue to lick Nan Yang's upper lip unexpectedly.

Nan Yang was stunned for a moment, and Qinghuan continued to lick Nan Yang's lips carefully, licked the milk mustache on her lips clean, and then pursed her lips with a retrospective taste: "Hmm...... The candy I put in is just right, and if Master drinks it, he won't feel too sweet, and he will like it very much. ”

"......" Nan Yang looked at the eyebrows and eyes of Qinghuan who was close at hand, gently hooked the corners of his lips, and touched Qinghuan's face with his cold hand, his movements were very soft, and he suddenly said: "...... Qinghuan, marry me. ”

The corners of Qinghuan's raised lips slowly flattened, and the smile gradually disappeared, just staring blankly at Nan Yang's light brown eyes, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Don't you want to?" Nan Yang muttered.

Qinghuan cleared the choked throat and smiled reluctantly: "Master...... Would you love to see me marry you? ”

"Who else in this world knows what I like to eat and how much sugar is best to put in what I eat? Nothing but you. No one has treated me better than you. Nan Yang said slowly in a deep voice.

"Master, you are a person who deserves to be treated well by others. You've got a long way to go, and there's more to come...... Someone better than me to you, I'm nothing good, really...... Nothing good. Qinghuan's eyes were a little sour, she lowered her eyes, and didn't dare to look at Nanyang, "I'm a bad person, the worst person in the world." ”

Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan quietly, and for a long time, he widened the distance between him and her, turned sideways and picked up the dishes and chopsticks to eat, without saying a word.

The atmosphere that was still very harmonious just now instantly cooled down, and no one wanted to say a word more.

"Master, you eat first, and rest early after eating. I...... I'll go out first. Qinghuan said in a hurry.

Nan Yang swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, and his voice was faint: "Are you leaving?" ”

"No, I'm just ...... Just ......"

"Won't you stay with me at night?"

"No, I'm not with you, you're a patient, I'm afraid that I'll be dishonest when I sleep and turn over and crush your injuries." Qinghuan bit her lip and tried to make herself smile at Nanyang.

“…… But I want you to stay with me. ”

"Master...... Master went to bed early, and I left first. Qing Huan ignored Nan Yang's words, she covered her mouth, clenched her other hand into a fist, and got up a little anxiously to push the door and leave.

With the sound of "bang-" closing the door, Nan Yang's chopsticks resting in the dish paused and did not move for a long time.

Qing Huan staggered down from the second floor, it was already dark, the shopkeeper was preparing to close, and when he saw Qing Huan, who was walking a little wolf, he couldn't help but step forward: "This girl, it's dark and it's still raining heavily outside, where are you going-hey!" Girl! ”

Qinghuan pushed the shopkeeper open, covered his mouth and hurried out of the inn, the umbrella didn't bother, ran to a corner outside the inn where no one was around, and bent down to vomit a mouthful of blood.

It was getting late, it was raining again, and there were no people on the streets for a long time. The silent streets could only hear the rustling of heavy rain falling on the ground, and nothing else. The fast-flowing rain quickly washed away the puddle of blood on the ground.

Qinghuan was soon drenched by the heavy rain, and the rain continued to flow down her hair and eyebrows, but she didn't have the heart to care about these at all, her internal organs suddenly hurt sharply, as if something inside was about to tear her body apart, and the whole person seemed to sink into the ice cellar, but it seemed that there was a volcano inside, which wanted to tear her apart completely.

In the flesh and bones, there is something that is wearing and eroding little by little.

She knelt on the ground against the wall, gritting her teeth and not making a sound, and soon her mouth was full of blood. She slammed the hand that had buried the Gu thread against the wall, and with a single move, she used all her strength to distract from the pain.

It hurts so much.

If you have to endure such pain every day, you might as well die.

How did she hide it from everyone and survive like this?

Qinghuan trembled and covered her mouth, and soon she found that she had started to bleed again, and as soon as the blood gushed out, it was drenched by the heavy rain, and she didn't know how much blood she had shed.

"Ridiculous...... It's ridiculous......" Qinghuan suddenly choked up and laughed, "What's the use of me loving you, what's the use of me loving you in this way...... At the end of the day, it's not about giving up, it's not about ......"

She sat on her knees facing the wall, pressed her forehead against the wall, and began to cry.

The feeling of being smashed by the heavy rain on his back suddenly disappeared, and Qinghuan raised his head with difficulty, and saw an oil-paper umbrella covered with ink and landscape above him.

A hand lightly put on his shoulder, and a soft female voice came from behind him: "Little young master......"

"Get out!" Qinghuan closed her eyes and shouted.