Hua Qianshu wrapped all the paper foil incense candles used to pay tribute to his parents tomorrow with a bag, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, secretly distracted.

Raise your hand and take a look at the scar on your fingertips, it has all healed.

It's a pity that the raised by the old man once made great contributions to himself, and now when he sees himself, he runs away in a panic with his tail between his legs.

If you can return safely tomorrow, you must stew a pot of meat for it, so as to make up for the blood that has flowed in these days.

I just don't know, what kind of effect this Lianxin Gu has, if Liu Jiangquan dies in his own hands, will it not eat or drink and die for him?

It's a pity for a loyal old dog.

She thought that she should go to see Qianyi, tomorrow must be nine deaths, and she didn't know if she could return home safely, she was not worried about where Qianyi would go in the future.

But I'm afraid that Hua Qianyi's mind is delicate and sensitive, and she will notice something again.

After thinking about it for a while, he put pen to paper and ink, and explained what was behind him to Qianyi. I couldn't help but feel my nose sour, and the tears fell on the paper, slowly spreading.

There was a heavy footstep outside the courtyard, and Yukuer and Walnut Gong said goodbye.

It's night.

What did he come to do at such a late hour?

Hua Qianshu stuffed the paper and ink in a panic, blew out the lamp and candle on the table, and then lay on the bed, lay down with his clothes, and covered the brocade quilt.

The footsteps of the night fang paused outside the door, then gently pushed the door open, walked in, and closed the door with his backhand.

She turned her back and dug her head into the brocade quilt, not bothering her, and she didn't know what to say.

The footsteps paused in front of the bed, and Hua Qianshu could feel his gaze burning against her back, like a man.

She tried to breathe more steadily, hiding the panic in her heart.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and then the smell of ambergris became thicker.

Ye Fang took off his robe, put it aside, and then lay down beside Hua Qianshu, opened a quilt corner, and rubbed it over.

Hua Qianshu's whole body tensed, and her breathing became disordered.

Ye Fang's solid arms wrapped around her waist, her hot chest pressed against her back, and the breath she breathed rolled in her ears, with a smell of tea.

"I'm used to having you in my arms, and I can't sleep alone. Ye Fang whispered: "I just want to hold you, so that I can sleep peacefully." ”

Don't drink strong tea again in the evening.

Hua Qianshu told him this in his heart, but he didn't say it, and he didn't struggle, so he obediently let the night put around his waist.

Her whole body was curled up, there was no night, and she always slept in this position. And the temperature on her chest at night can always gradually soothe the uneasiness in her heart, making her slowly unfold like a flower bud.

She has also become accustomed to the presence of night releases.

Yefang's chin rubbed against the back of her neck, a little prickly.

A bearded man will always give people a sense of vicissitudes and melancholy, like a quaint city wall, heavy, clumsy, full of the smoke and fireworks of war, which makes people look forward to it and sink their hearts.

Ye Fang knew that she was pretending to be asleep, and said in a low voice: "I'm scared, when I wake up, the feeling of being empty around me is like losing you, and my whole heart hurts." I couldn't sleep, I was tormented. ”

What intoxicating sweet words, Hua Qianshu felt that her heart could be melted.

She sighed lowly, "I'm sleepy, let's sleep." ”

Yefang laughed softly: "Well, sleep, but you have to promise me that you won't leave my side while I'm asleep." ”

The voice is soft, with the coquettish tone of a child.

Did he perceive something?

How could he suddenly say such inexplicable sad words?

Hua Qianshu opened her eyes and looked at the low-hanging tent in front of her in the dark: "I have nowhere to go." ”

I'm homeless, and unless you give up on me at night, where can I go?

The big hand that was resting on her waist tightened tightly: "You must give me time, Qianshu, give me time to prove myself." ”

How long will this time be? For a lifetime? Maybe it will be the day when you return to Xie Xinlan's side and sit on your seat as regent?

I can't wait, my heart is already discouraged.

Hua Qianshu closed her eyes slightly, she thought, there are some things she should say, what if, there will be no chance in the future?

But what do you say? Say that you already like him?

Accuse him of taking advantage of his feelings?

Ask him if he still minds the betrayal in his previous life?

Or ask him to take care of Qianyi?

Without the presence of feelings, there is no need to say anything. Asking anything is just self-inflicted.

Both fell silent.

The breath gradually becomes long, and then, you fall into a deep sleep.

Outside the house, the cold rain was dripping, like crying and complaining.

The heat of summer has long since disappeared without a trace, and has been replaced by the bleak cold of autumn. It's like a favor in the past, but it's just a flash in the pan.

The wind is up.

On the first day of October, winter clothes will be sent.

After an autumn rain, Shangjing suddenly felt a little cold, and the leaves became more and more emaciated, dried up, and fell into the mud, adding to the gloom and desolation of late autumn.

January is like a hook.

Hua Qianshu stood in front of the grave of his parents, listening to the night wind, shaking the branches and leaves, and making a rustling sound.

She was dressed in a black night dress, which blended perfectly into the inky night, shrouded in heavy sadness.

The cemetery is becoming more and more bleak.

Uncle Chen picked out a lantern and hung it alone above his head.

Hua Qianshu took out the incense and candles from the baggage, and said, "Uncle Chen, I actually forgot to buy wine for my father and brothers." ”

Uncle Chen stood silently behind Hua Qianshu, and when he heard this, he turned around and went back to the house, and came out with a jar of wine.

Hua Qianshu just glanced at it, and then shook his head: "Father, they like the Kanto brew in the north of the city the most as a celebration wine, saying that the wine is spicy and mellow, and it can arouse the pride of men the most." The other wines were so bland that they seemed to be mixed with water. ”

She didn't raise her hand to pick it up, and the old man was a little embarrassed when he looked at the sky.

It's not close to the wine shop, almost through the entire capital, and I don't know how long it will take to come and go. I walked there, maybe everyone's taverns were closed.

Hua Qianshu looked at him with a pleading: "I want to stay here and talk to my father and mother for a while, can I think of a way?"

Chen Bo really couldn't bear to disobey her plea, and gritted his teeth: "I'll buy it." ”

If you're lucky, you'll be lucky enough to take a horse-drawn carriage.

Hua Qianshu smiled very sweetly at him, took out a few silver tickets from his arms, and stuffed them into his arms: "Take it." ”

The old man looked at the faint light and was startled: "How did you use so much? I have the wine money here, and the Seventh Prince will send someone to send it every month." ”

Hua Qianshu insisted on giving it to him: "Give it to you, you just take it." In the future, you can buy wine and meat by yourself, don't be wronged. My parents still have to rely on you to take care of them. ”

Uncle Chen always felt that something was wrong with Hua Qianshu today, **quiet, and smiled too gently.

Xu is touching the scene. After all, who can really laugh in such a scene?

He couldn't resist Hua Qianshu, took the silver ticket, carefully put it in his arms, turned around and hurried away.