Time seems to stand still.

At dusk, her fair skin looks like an egg membrane that can be blown and broken, and it looks even more charming under the light, her brows are slightly furrowed, her slender willow eyebrows are bent into a smooth arc, and her long and dense eyelashes are like two small brushes, gently sweeping through her skin with her breathing, and her dark jade-like eyes exude calm contemplation. The lips that bloom like cherry blossoms outline a half-moon-shaped arc, gentle as flowing water, and the beauty is shocking.

After taking a bath, there are no complicated decorations, and the smooth and white forehead is generously exposed, giving people a sense of mystery that is not clean. The long hair is untied, naturally draped over the shoulders, the end of the hair is tied with a silver-white headband, and the long hair hangs straight down to the waist, which complements the big ao with a good sense of drape, which makes people feel calm when they look at it.

Feng Qiao had just returned, and his voice when he entered the door was not heard by Huang Yu.

He opened his mouth, but finally did not make a sound and called for someone to light the lamp.

Feng Qiao walked in like this, sat down in the chair, and did not alarm her. This look is very charming, indescribably charming, and her back facing the window is so thin and lonely when night falls.

Feng Qiao's eyes looked down and saw a few pale yellow peony flowers embroidered on the hem of Daao, and under the pleats of the white undershirt, a few cute and round toes were exposed. The feet on the black plush mats were slender and slightly small, snow-white, and their toes glowed pink like tender lotus root buds, looming on the black carpet with the movements of the phoenix feathers.

Not far away, there were socks embroidered with gray-blue flowers, and I didn't see the shoes, so I thought it was too troublesome, so I came out with only socks on.

The beauty is really a beauty, and even the feet are so good-looking.

Others describe beautiful women, all of which use up gold and silver jewelry to set off the beauty of women, Feng Qiao remembers a poem that reads:

The beauty is idle and idle, picking mulberry and divergent roads.

The soft strips are rising, and the fallen leaves are fluttering.

Sleeves to see plain hands, Hao wrist about gold ring.

The head is golden, and the waist is cuilang.

Pearl Jiaoyu.. body, coral between the wood difficult.

Luo Yi is shaky, and the light coat is returned with the wind.

Looking forward to the brilliance, the long howl is like an orchid.

The apprentices use the rest to drive, and the rest forgets to eat.

Because he grew up in the palace since he was a child, Feng Qiao has seen too many beauties and gorgeous jewelry. When he read this poem as a child, he could imagine how bright and dazzling the woman described in the poem was.

He always thought that women should be like his mother and the poems described in the face of appliqués, ears with bright moons, wearing a phoenix crown, and wearing gold and silver clothes to look good. Even the poorest woman would adorn herself with a flower in her ear.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and women are even more so.

He never thought that someone would be able to look like a fairy without any decorations.

It is the purest beauty, beautiful enough to cleanse the worldly soul, so beautiful that it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The hand of the night breeze gently brushed her hair, as if blowing ripples. She looked up at the front, thought quietly, and gave Feng Qiao a beautiful side face. A tear mole next to her cheek accentuated her loneliness.

Loneliness is a temperament that Huang Yu has always had, and since she woke up, Feng Qiao has found that Huang Yu has changed a lot.

It's not the kind of change caused by amnesia, but the indifference and resistance that emanates from the inside out. He attributed it to the amnesia that caused Phoenix Feather to panic in the outside world.

Just imagine, if you open your eyes and find yourself in an unfamiliar environment, a group of unfamiliar faces looking directly at you, and you have nothing in your head, who will not be afraid, who will not resist.

But after such a long time, the resistance in Huang Yu's eyes decreased, but the indifference remained in the depths of his eyes for a long time, making people unable to touch or see through.

He often saw her sitting alone in front of the window in a daze, exuding a cold temperament all over her body. No one can blend in.

She is like a cat, she can show her clinginess in front of familiar people, and she can also generously show her white and tender belly to humans. While meowing coquettishly, while faintly alienating.

Cats will be spoiled, put away their sharp claws and play with humans, thus giving humans the illusion that this cat loves this place and will not leave.

People can stop in front of it for a short time and even touch its furry brain and belly.

But the cat will never stay like this forever because of temporary comfort, alienation is its nature, loneliness is its habit, it will always leave.

At night, it jumps up and looks down at all living beings with its eyes, and the people who have played with it and the people who have fed it things will sweep it lightly, and then disappear into the afterglow of the setting sun before you know it. No one can see through what it is thinking, no one knows where its home is, and where she can stay willingly for whom.

Feng Qiao's heart ached, he didn't want to see her look so lonely.

Huang Yu looked out the window, and Feng Qiao looked at her.

You're looking at the scenery from the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you.

Even if she is a cat who does not love home, he has to catch her back again and again, give her warmth, and let her stay by his side willingly.

"Ahem, ahem." Feng Qiao pretended to cough and regained Huang Yu's senses.

She turned, her face quiet and beautiful, her blue eyes full of starlight. Feng Qiao wasn't even sure if she saw herself, her eyes seemed to be clear flowing water, which could penetrate people's minds unconsciously.

She has a face that has two different qualities: beauty and coldness. The pupil occupies a large part of the eyes, dark green, like a bottomless deep pool, and the bridge of the nose is straight as if measured with a ruler. She pursed the corners of her lips, revealing a faint dimple on the side of her mouth, her facial features were delicate and flawless, but they gave people a heroic and awe-inspiring feeling......

Huang Yu heard a few coughs coming from the room, she turned around and saw a dark figure sitting on the chair, she was subconsciously startled and took a step back.

His lips pursed, and his indifferent pupils exuded a cold feeling that no one was close to.

Affected by that dream, Huang Yu always felt that there were people around him who wanted to harm him, so he instinctively alienated himself from the people around him.

A big living person sat here for an unknown amount of time, and she didn't even notice that if this person wanted to kill her, it would not be easy.

When Huang Yu recalled it, he was not only shocked into a cold sweat.

Her turquoise eyes narrowed, and she quietly looked at the man sitting in the dark, calculating the distance between her and him, and thinking of a route to escape.

Now she had her back to the window, and the last rays of the setting sun fell on her, extending to the man's feet.

He was completely hidden in the darkness, and she couldn't see him.

He couldn't read her expression clearly.

The brush in his hand quickly became wet with sweat.

Feng Qiao thought she was frightened, and smiled lowly: "It's me." ”

Then he felt the air around him seem to have the sound of breaking ice.

"You're back." Huang Yu said with a smile.

Under the pale yellow sunset, the voice echoed softly in her ears, like a little wife waiting for her husband to come home.

Huang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and his indifferent and cold face visibly became vivid.

"You came so unlit, it scared me." Huang Yu pretended to be angry and said.

She turned around and dipped her brush in some paint, pretending to be calm and scribbling a few strokes on the painting, in fact, to hide the panic in her heart.

Only she knows how ugly her face is now.

"You're still so timid in your own palace, saying, did you do something sorry for me, so your heart is weak?" Feng Qiao asked jokingly.

"Nope." Huang Yu said lightly.

The voice is flat, and there is a bit of a gambling taste.

Feng Qiao thought she was angry that she had scared her, so he beckoned to her and said:

"Come here."

Huang Yu ignored him and continued to paint.

Feng Qiao took a look, hey, Xiao Nizi's temper is not small, like an awkward kitten, waiting for someone to coax her.

But it's weirdly cute.

Then he's going to coax him.

Feng Qiao walked over and took her in his arms, and then the person who rushed to his arms moved, and his slightly cool fingers leaned over and snatched the paintbrush from her fingertips.

Feng Qiao's hands were very steady, his fingers were slender and white, the lines of bones and faint pale cyan blood vessels were revealed under the skin, and his long eyelashes were sprinkled with a shadow under his eyes. With each blink, the eyelashes flutter.

The faceless figures on the paper come alive under his brush.

When Feng Qiao was painting seriously, the broken stars in his eyes surged. That demeanor is serious and calm, like a water lily blooming on the water, elegant and quiet.

Feng Qiao only made a few strokes on the hands of the characters, and the hands of the people in the painting are very similar to Feng Qiao's, they are all white and jade-like.

"Why don't you paint your face?" Feng Qiao asked Huang Yu, but his eyes looked at the drawing paper. "Can't you remember what I look like every day?"

Huang Yu was frightened, thinking that there was another vinegar about to break out, but he didn't expect Feng Qiao to think that the person in the painting was him.

She painted Wen Yu in white clothes who followed her brother, a gentleman like jade, gentle and elegant, with a faint smile and starlight shining under her eyes.

"Oh...... Forehead...... It's not that I'm afraid that I'm going to paint ugly, and I want to wait for you to compare your paintings. Huang Yu replied with a dodgy gaze. In the end, I was afraid that he would not believe it, so I added, "In my heart, you are the best-looking, and no matter how good the painting is, it can't paint you and your spirit." ”

Huang Yu rarely said such straightforward things to him, and Feng Qi Ao Shang was overjoyed, and he didn't notice Huang Yu's abnormality.

Feng Qiao remembered that he was dressed in white when they first met, and later Huang Yu also said that she liked white clothes, even if she had amnesia, people's subconscious will not change, he hugged her and said with a smile, "You still like the way I wear white the most." ”

Huang Yu was still trembling in her heart to make excuses, but she didn't expect Feng Qiao to be so good at talking today, so she followed her words.

You're still dressed in white...... It's really a blind cat that meets a dead mouse......

In fact, Huang Yu hadn't seen Feng Qiao in white since he woke up.

Feng Qiao lowered his head and kissed Huang Yu's forehead, and said in a gentle voice: "If you want to see it, I will wear it for you at night." ”

When he said this, Huang Yu actually heard a little yellow ...... from it Cavity.

"I, I, I don't watch!" Huang Yu immediately retorted, and as soon as he said it, he reacted that he was too aggressive

Feng Qiao didn't say what to do...... I just said that I would show her in white......

Feng Qiao watched the kitten fall into the net, and then asked, "Huang Yu, what are you thinking?" Well? I have color in my head all day long. ”

"I, I, I didn't, no! Feng Qiao!! ”

"Ah, yes, no, my phoenix feather is the most pure, how can there be color in the head?" Feng Qiao coaxed very insincerely.

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