"Long-sleeved good dance, Jade Rabbit as a companion?" Qingwu looked at her mother in a daze. Put aside the lingering of trivial matters, or let go of the fetters of the heart, my mother's eyes are so bright and her face is so beautiful! Like a fairy out of the water!

On the osmanthus tree, Zhan Qingfeng saw the beautiful smile of Lianlei. The night breeze was blowing, turning the corners and sleeves of Lianlei's skirt, the clothes were fluttering, the clothes were not gorgeous, but it was difficult to hide the transcendent beauty of Lianlei at that moment. In a trance, Zhan Qingfeng had the illusion that Lianlei was a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world, and she would eventually fly away. In an instant, Zhan Qingfeng's heart hurt a little......

"Long-sleeved good dancing in the cold, jade rabbit as a companion to break the dust" read softly, Wen Sixian's eyes were confused for a moment, and his heart was beating without fighting. Wen Sixian, who has never put the love between men and women in his heart, burst out with a strange look in his eyes for a moment, which contains surprise and a certain yearning.

How can there be such a free and easy woman in the world? Wen Sixian, who looks down on love and ignores love, is indifferent to the point of cold-bloodedness, but faintly has a trace of sympathy for Mercy. "It is difficult to find a bosom friend in the mountains and flowing water", what you care about, what you care about, what you guard, and the rest are thousands of floating clouds, how similar is this heart to yourself? glanced at Lian Lei...... There was a hint of a smile on Wen Sixian's handsome cheeks, and there was also a hint of respect.

"She was hurt too deeply and too badly, if you have the heart, don't provoke her!" Zhan Qingfeng, who returned to his bedroom, kept echoing Wen Sixian's words in his ears. A poem actually touched Wen Sixian's heart, or a heart that Wen Sixian had not yet realized that the "love seed" had been deeply planted.

Wen Sixian, who was promoted to the owner of "Mingyue Building" three years ago, is the world's No. 1 killer on the rivers and lakes. has known and intersected for many years, and Zhan Qingfeng knows him better than Wen Sixian himself. It was the first time he had seen feelings in Wen Sixian's eyes, yes, Zhan Qingfeng was very sure that he was not wrong, it was different from the feelings for him, a friend who was a close friend. He has killed countless people, and the scars on his body are also layered, and there is only cold and death-like silence in his eyes...... A poem, but his eyes warmed!

"The long-sleeved dance is good at living in the cold, and the jade rabbit is the companion of the dust" Zhan Qingfeng also heard the coldness and pain in this poem, the heartache that hurts the heart, and the heartache that he has no choice but to escape. He wanted to warm her...... But the heart is weak!

There is no quarrel with the world, but there is family company...... This is also my imaginary home, no conspiracy, no trivial entanglements, as long as the harmonious family affection, and endless leisure. The words entered Zhan Qingfeng's heart, and Zhan Qingfeng's mind was full of pity. Not to repay the favor, just to miss. Think of her laughter, think of her words...... Even the shady deceit is so cute in the eyes of Zhan Qingfeng! Zhan Qingfeng's heart was a little flustered......

The endless night was like ink, obscuring everything, including Rei's hut and a slightly cleared shadow. Zhan Qingfeng didn't know why he returned to the osmanthus tree in front of the small window of Lianlei, maybe he just wanted to see, or maybe the night was a little boring! The small window, the flickering candle flame, and the face of the pity, these things are mixed together, like a magnet to attract the battle breeze. Love? Is it okay to be desperate? Zhan Qingfeng didn't know, he only knew that he would forget a lot when he saw Lianlei, and his heart was unusually quiet.

In the hut, Lian Lei was looking at the story of the Buddhist scriptures that had been exchanged by Master Jingyue by the faint candle flame. Content? Lianlei is not cold, it is nothing more than a cliché story that leads people to goodness. But Qingwu was always noisy to listen, and Lianlei had to twist her nose and tell page by page. The heart is a little wandering, looking at the little dancing face, thin but delicate and lovely, six years old, it should also be the age of binding feet. But the pain of binding your feet is a kind of torment - pain, itching, dampness and heat make you want to chop your feet off. She dances in pain, wants to make her happy, binds her feet? She was a little unbearable and reluctant. But the aesthetics of men in the world love the three inches of golden lotus, and big feet will be despised by others. The heart is very conflicted, Lian Lei sighed, today is a little late, think about it in a few days...... Lian Lei comforted herself in her heart.

"Mother, are your eyes tired? Light Dance will rub it for you! Qingwu got out of the bed, and her little hands scratched Lianlei's eyebrows.

Smiling, Lianlei pulled Qingwu's little hand back, the night breeze was a little cold, Qingwu's body bones were weaker, Lianlei was worried that she was cold.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Lianlei was a little tired, Qingwu pillowed her head on Lianlei's arm and asked in a low voice.

"Miss your feet, you see that your little feet are about to catch up with your mother's big ......" Tiptoe hooked the light dancing toes, and Lianlei said tentatively.

"Want to wrap your feet in the light dance?" Qingwu rolled her eyes and asked.

Looking at Qingwu's somewhat flustered little eyes, Lian Lei's heart broke to the ground. will soften his harder heart in this gaze in an instant, and lie to himself that the light dance is still small, and it is not too late to drag it out for a year and a half.

"What do you think? Mother, but I think that Xiao Qingwu must be a beauty when she grows up! Lianlei shaved her little dancing nose and covered it.

"Liar...... "Liar" Qingwu pouted, and her little head squeezed to Lianlei's chest: "I want to be ugly, the boy who likes me like that is the one who really likes me, not my face!" ”

"People are little ghosts and big ......" Lian Lei pinched the little face of the light dance, "red face and troubled water" women are troubled water, what about men? is the source of the disaster, without their eyes, where can the female ** mess with the world's face? True love, maybe only girls from poor families and low looks to the floor can be found, right? Gu Lianlei was deeply impressed by the strange tone of the light dance.

"Mother, can you tell me your story? Qingwu is a little uninterested in 'cutting meat and feeding the eagle'! Qingwu asked tentatively.

"Why? Isn't Light Dance always by her mother's side? Lianlei looked at Qingwu with some confusion and asked.

"But Qingwu doesn't have a mother's mother, and Qingwu doesn't know before he remembers. It's not fair, my mother knows everything about Qingwu, but Qingwu doesn't know anything about my mother's past......"

The only memory she has is that she knows that her mother is very good to her, but that's all she has! Qingwu didn't like this hazy ethereal feeling.

"Okay, my mother was born in the Gu family, and she can be regarded as a fine food since she was a child. But your grandmother died young, and your grandfather was a heartless man. When I was a child, what my mother wanted most was to have a mother, like other children. But you know, when a person dies, he dies, and his mother's mother can't come back to life, so his mother lives cautiously. I'm afraid of provoking this, and I'm afraid of getting tired of that...... let go of it, but the mother found that she had let everything out. The home is gone, the relatives are indifferent, and the originally beloved husband ...... Alas......" tears rose in an instant, and the circles under the eyes of Lianlei were red.