"Little God-kun?" He called again. He didn't get angry when he saw Huang Yu staring at his face, and still asked in a gentle tone.

This time, Huang Yu finally came back to his senses, blinked and quickly retracted his gaze.

"Ah...... Yes? You call me? Do you recognize me? Huang Yu pointed his finger at himself and quietly took a small step back.

The man pointed to his eyes and said with a smile, "The eyes of the Little Divine Monarch are unique in the Heavenly Realm, and those who have seen your eyes will not forget them." The little god is even more beautiful than I imagined. ”

Huang Yu's eyes became even more flustered when he saw him approaching. "Ah...... Thank you so much, my mother is good-looking, and my father is also good-looking, so I ...... Ah no, no, no, what am I talking about, I mean...... Forehead...... You're also very good-looking......"

Especially a pair of red phoenix eyes......

It's too much like Feng Qiao......

Those slightly hazy eyes made Huang Yu think in a trance that he had returned to the days of the Nine Kings' Mansion.

The lamp is like a flower, the night is like water, the small window is facing the moon, the breeze is coming, and the moon moves the shadow of the tree.

When night falls, everything is silent, this is Huang Yu's favorite time.

She usually wears a white dress, sits by the window, holds the cuff of a white single coat in her left hand, holds a little wolf hao in her right hand, and draws with a pen on snow-white rice paper. Sometimes it's copying, sometimes it's depicting the scenery outside the window, and sometimes it's just imagining it.

Life at that time was so beautiful, so beautiful that there was no sorrow at all, so beautiful that she could laugh when she painted. Because she knew that after a while, her newlywed would wrap his arms around her from behind, as usual, and when she turned back, he would give her a gentle kiss and smile as she painted.

Everything was just as she thought, and there was footsteps down the hallway.

The snow wrist is like the moon, the light halo is soft, and the pen and ink are swaying, as you like. Everything she saw was so beautiful, the most ordinary life, the most ordinary night, was the feeling she had always wanted.

Feng Qiao walked through the corridor with freshness after taking a bath, looking at the people in front of the window from a distance, and his deep eyes were full of light. He loved to look for her light in the night, like a sailboat floating on the sea to see a lighthouse, and that was his place of peace.

In the past twenty years, he has never had such a sense of belonging and security, and the woman under the bright lights is all he has.

She held the long table in her hand, and under the light of the fire, her complexion was as clear as jade, like a new moon, like flowers and trees piling up snow, and her posture was gorgeous, indescribably gentle and lovely. Her black hair spread over her face like ink, her black forehead hair was her frosty eyebrows and twilight lips, the moonlight cut her quiet silhouette, and the wind danced on the mottled window lattice. The long hair was draped in the vest, gently held by a silver-white ribbon, dressed in white, and the flowers were even more vivid, only to feel that there seemed to be smoke behind her, and between the eyebrows, it was a different aura from the mortal woman, as if it were not a person in the world.

She must have accidentally fallen into the mortal world. The fairy let him marry, and Feng Qiao felt that he had nothing to ask for in his life.

He saw Huang Yu's beautiful eyebrows frowning slightly, sweeping out shallow worries on her delicate face, which made her originally surprisingly beautiful appearance even more pity, and made her have a touch of earthly sorrow.

Feng Qiao thought, she was like a feather in the air, he wanted to touch it, but he couldn't bear to disturb her quiet.

Feng Qiao deliberately lowered his pace, walked towards her with the shimmer of the ruler, and gently hugged her slender waist from behind. Huang Yu held the pen and ink quietly, and his body was immersed in a layer of steady shadow, as if an elegant scholar incarnated as a general, painting unhurriedly, as if he had already known that there was someone behind him.

Feng Qiao chuckled in her ear and said, "I seem to hear someone's heartbeat, plopping." ”

"You heard me wrong." Huang Yu quibbled.

"Then I'll see if I heard it wrong, or if someone is hard-mouthed."

"Hey, I'm not done yet!"

"Draw again tomorrow, now there are more important things to do."

……

As soon as Huang Yu saw this man's eyes, the above picture appeared in his mind.

It's not like anywhere else, not even like her temperament, why does she think of this?

Huang Yu's hands trembled a little, and she tried her best to forget the scene just now.

The man saw that Huang Yu always stepped back, and raised his foot and took a step towards Huang Yu.

"Don't come here!" Phoenix Yu shouted. "You're just standing there, don't come here, I don't want to get near you!"

The man was stunned and said with a smile: "Where did I offend the little god, let the little godlord dislike me so much, I won't go over, just go over." ”

The man took two steps back and stood still, waiting for Huang Yu to recover.

Huang Yu pinched his palm, comforting himself in his heart, "That's all in the past, it's all in the past, it's impossible for Feng Qiao to come to the heavenly realm, you have to calm down," and then looked at the man calmly.

Looking at each other when talking is the most basic etiquette, but when Huang Yu sees his eyes, he can't help but think of the past.

“…… Sorry, I was overthinking. Can you ...... Blindfolded? Huang Yu looked away and said, "I'm sorry, your eyes made me ...... Some are not very comfortable, it's not your fault, your eyes are beautiful, it's my own reason......"

Blindfolded in front of someone you just met is too dangerous for anyone to agree to easily.

But the man chuckled in a low voice, and did not question Huang Yu's strange request, only said yes, and blindfolded his eyes with the conjured white ribbon, covering a pair of sharp Dan Feng eyes.

"Little Shenjun, is this okay?" The man asked.

Huang Yu nodded, suddenly remembering that he couldn't see, so he replied: "Thank you." ”

The familiar feeling disappeared, and there was no shadow of Feng Qiao, and the man who covered his eyes seemed to be a different person in Huang Yu's eyes, and Huang Yu talked softly.

Huang Yu was also a little reluctant to ask a stranger to be blindfolded, and he was so obedient that Huang Yu was even more embarrassed. Huang Yu touched his nose and tried to explain: "I ...... Your eyes are beautiful......"

"Hahaha, if it's hard to say, don't say it, it's my supreme honor to be able to meet your requirements, and I don't need to explain anything to me. Xiao Shenjun frowned, as if he had something on his mind. ”

It was obviously a questioning sentence, but he said it as a declarative sentence.

"Huh? Aren't you blindfolded? How do you see that? Huang Yu asked in surprise.

"Oh yes, I forgot, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Fog, my name is also Fog, and I'm the god who manages Fog, and my appearance rate and ranking are not high, and few people like me, so Xiao Shenjun may not have heard of it. Fog said with a smile, as if telling other people's stories, and he was used to disliking others. I was driving a group of fog to the world, and I happened to run into the little god, and the little godjun is now in the fog I was driving. I'm in a haze all year round, my eyes are of little use to me, and I can see things even if I'm blindfolded. Sometimes, no eyes are more useful than having them. ”

The last sentence seemed to hit Huang Yu's heart, and she muttered and repeated: "No eyes are more useful than having eyes......"

Wu smiled: "Hahaha, just listen to my words, don't think about it." I'm used to being alone, and when I'm alone, I always like to think about boring things, such as God's philosophy or something, which I think about by myself and have no basis. ”

Huang Yu shook his head, covered his heart with his right hand, and asked him: "Mist, you are right, I rely too much on my eyes, I should ask my heart." ”

"I should ...... Ask your own heart......"

Back in his small bamboo house, Huang Yu lay flat on the cool bamboo bed, one hand under his head, and the other hand held the Forgetfulness Pill given to her by Taishang Laojun, looking at the Forgetfulness Pill in a daze.

Huang Yu had been in this position for an hour, and the little animals watching outside were a little worried about whether something was wrong with Xiao Shenjun.

An hour later, Huang Yu sighed lightly, put down his raised hand, closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.

Thinking about it carefully, the days with Feng Qiao were bitter and sweet, she had eaten the sweetest sugar, and she had also suffered the most bitter suffering.

She asked herself, is she really willing to forget.

…… If you forget Feng Qiao, you will forget everything about him, Qiuchen...... Qiuchen is Feng Qiao's son, which means that Qiuchen will also be forgotten. But when she thought of her children suffering in the world, she, as a mother, couldn't bear to forget.

After so many days, she can calmly think about what happened in the past. There is less hatred in my heart, and more is just melancholy.

In the past few days since he came back, Huang Yu has sometimes been very melancholy, will suddenly be in a bad mood, occasionally seems to be autistic, and will suddenly not want to talk.

Maybe everyone has a dead end, they can't get out, others can't break in, she puts the deepest secret there, maybe no one will ever touch the answer in her heart, or maybe a word will become the key to open the door of her heart.

If it weren't for the fog, she might have hesitated for a while.

But now, she wants to ask her heart and live for herself once.

In fact, no one could tell her what she should do if she gave up a person, she had to survive countless dark nights by herself, and then get up the next day as usual, pretending that nothing had happened. When she survives the necessary hardships alone, she will find that it is not a big deal. My heart is numb, and I don't even have hatred.

But the feeling of wanting to give up and still love is the most torturous.

Huang Yu thought, it's sometimes strange to trust this kind of thing, it's the kind of feeling that you shot me in the back, and I still think the gun went off. Her trust in Feng Qiao is like this, the first time is that she doesn't believe that he will use tricks on her, and she doesn't know what it means to be disheartened until she sees Feng Qiao take Feng Xiyue to the family.

She used to always think about Feng Qiao and make excuses for Feng Qiao. Feng Xiyue must be a pawn of Feng Qiao, and if Feng Qiao didn't tell her the reason, he might be afraid that she would know too much and be too dangerous. But back in the heavenly realm, the master told her not to be too well-behaved, you can refuse what you don't want to do, don't force what you can't do, pretend not to hear if you don't like it, her life should be brilliant, not to be entangled in a certain thing, entangled in a certain person.

It's a bad fate, why don't you forget it? Huang Yu asked himself.

She remembered a quote she had read in a book: "Whoever you meet, he is the person you should be in your life, and it is no accident that he will definitely teach you something." ”

After many years, on this day, Huang Yu finally figured it out.

"Wherever I go, it's where I need to be, to go through things that I need to go through, to meet the people I need to meet. They are all passers-by in my life, and I am the master of my life. ”

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