The woman's voice was a little confused, and for a while, the end of the flower curtain was quiet.

After a long time, another light sigh sounded, but it was the woman in the light lake shirt who sighed: "You are really reasonable. Like that Yan girl, she is old but still alone, just like this flower, the color is old, and she is no one to take care of her. ”

was talked about behind someone's back like this, and he also called a strange man to listen to it, no matter how generous Yan Mo was, he was inevitably embarrassed in his heart, and he couldn't help but glance at the man.

The man didn't look at her, he still stood there with a sparse face, facing Yan Mo sideways, looking at the sky outside the flower curtain.

His attitude made Yan Mo feel a little more comfortable, and he glanced at him again.

At this glance, Yan Mo was shocked to realize that this man was born extremely handsome.

From the side, his eyebrow bones are slightly higher than ordinary people, and his eyes are extraordinarily deep, from the nose bone to the jaw, as if drawn by a fine brush, which is exceptionally clean and neat, but also a little fluent, so that people can't see it at a glance.

It's just that on this fairy-like handsome face, there is no trace of immortal freedom, but there is an indescribable sadness. The pale temples were pale, and the flowers around him were like brocade, and they couldn't hide the deep loneliness on his body.

Somehow, Yan Mo actually felt a little sour.

The vicissitudes of this man's body, she felt it at this moment.

The sound of talking outside stopped at some point, and the two women had already left, the east wind was coming, the sweet fragrance floated in the flower curtains, and the branches and flowers trembled in the wind, as if nodding to the visitors.

Yan Mo squatted down at the man. Turn around and walk back.

Walking around the corner, she quietly looked back, but saw that the man was still standing in place, unmoving, as if he was resisting the prosperity with a lonely cold.

"Sir, why do you want to do that?" Yan Mo couldn't help but whisper, and her footsteps stopped.

The man turned his eyes to look at her, not saying a word.

"The little woman and Mr. Pingshui meet, and there will be no time in the future, but I want to persuade Mr. to say two words, and see some things openly. Live your own life. Sir, if you feel that fate is unfair. Just think of the little woman. Speaking of this, Yan Mo smiled, "The person in the mouth of those two girls is a little girl." Although they felt pity for the little woman. But the little woman didn't feel anything wrong. Be an old girl like a little girl. You don't have to look at a man's face to live. You don't have to be bullied by your mother-in-law and sister-in-law, and you have enough money to spend, but you can feel very comfortable. No matter how much others say, the little women just think they have nothing to do and chew their tongues. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Mo couldn't help but laugh.

The man's eyes were slightly deep, and he glanced at Yan Mo again.

Yan Mo smiled and asked: "Mr. Guan's bearing, do you want to be a master, or a guest?" ”

Answering Yan Mo, there was naturally silence again.

However, Yan Mo has seen some of the world over the years, and she has some ability to observe faces, and when she saw that there seemed to be disapproval in this man's eyes, she knew that she had guessed wrong. She was not embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Ah, it turned out that the little woman guessed wrong, and the little woman guessed again, could it be that Mr. is a servant in the house?" ”

The man still didn't say a word, but the breath on his body suddenly cooled.

Yan Mo hurriedly squatted and said apologetically: "Please sir, the little woman is vain, please don't take it to heart." ”

After that, she straightened up again, and smiled to herself: "No matter what Mr. does, just looking at Mr. like this, he must have read a book." According to what the little woman said, this book is not good if you read too much, people who read a lot of books will think about things very carefully, but in fact, how can life be so delicate? It's just food, clothing, housing and transportation, and thinking too much is burdened. How vast is this world, and how cheap is the gentleman as a man, why bother to stay where he is, and suffer like this? ”

The man probably didn't expect Yan Mo to be able to say such a thing, and there was a little color between his eyebrows.

Seeing this, Yan Mo couldn't help but cover her lips and chuckle.

"That's good. The gentleman seemed to be a little more alive now, and he looked like a man carved in stone. Yan Mo said with a smile, and squatted again: "The little woman is talking nonsense, Mr. Wang, don't blame it, the little woman will go here, and Mr. will do it himself." ”

With that, she turned around, but this time she didn't look back, and the purple figure of the palace soon disappeared into the depths of the flower curtain.

Fu Geng stared at the back.

If anyone who is familiar with him is here, they will be able to see that his expression is a little dumbfounded at this moment.

This woman is really ...... Bizarre.

It was so strange that Fu Geng didn't know how to describe it.

He had come out of the autumn dwelling.

Just now he was visiting in Qiuxiju, and Zheng suddenly went berserk, not only grabbing his clothes and not letting go, but also scattering his hair, making him embarrassed.

He hadn't spent the night in Qiuxi for a long time, and for a while he only found an old home-style shirt, so he put it on casually, and only pulled his hair casually, and walked out.

Zheng's illness is gradually sinking, and now even Fu Zhang doesn't know much, every day he either falls asleep, or wakes up and goes crazy, sometimes two or three people can't hold her down, and can only be pressed with medication for a day/day.

Lu Yizheng said that Zheng was only afraid that he would not survive this year.

If it is said in this way, it will not be long before Fu Geng's continuation of the string will become the focus of Pingnanhou and Mrs. Hou again.

Thinking of this, Fu Geng's heart was very irritable, since Qiu Xiju came out, he did not know the direction, only walked, unconsciously walked to the Wendi Annex, only to find that there were female guests in the house, he avoided between the flower curtains, and then met this strange woman.

This woman is really weird. Somehow, he came up and made a big phone call, and in his words he slandered reading, and called herself an old girl.

And the most eye-popping thing for Fu Geng is her ability to recognize people.

Which eye did she see that he was a good man?

Just because he was born handsome and dressed in tatters, he was regarded as a servant?

Can a servant have his bearing? What is this called Aunt Yan/Niang/, I don't know how long these eyes are, it's just a matter of thinking of him as a master, and he will be a dignified Dajiuqing, the prince and the young master, and think of him as a servant for people's fun, which is really ......

Fu Geng shook his head secretly.

Unclear people and gibberish, it's no wonder that this woman will become an old girl.

However, what she just said was not a nonsense, and some of the words were quite interesting.

It's just that everyone understands the truth, and it's easy to say, but there are tens of thousands of people in this world who understand the truth, but there are only a few people who can really act according to the truth.

Fu Geng shook his head again, looked outside the flower curtain, but saw that the garden was lonely, only the east wind blew through the flowers and trees, and occasionally the red drifted by, and there was no one else.

He dusted off his clothes, slowly stepped out of the flower curtain, and walked away.

The Wendi annex became quiet again, and those light smiles and whispers were soon disrupted by the warm wind, only the roses were still the same, and the fragrance of flowers was still ...... (To be continued.) )