The dumb girl hurriedly took the dried silk handkerchief next door, and took it out to clean it after seeing that someone had finished wiping it.

When she came back to clean up the plate, she saw someone looking at a painting, and said with a strange feeling, "What kind of nondescript hair is this?" Why is this woman so much like me? ”

The whisperer was full of doubts. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the person came back and hurriedly put it away, and the picture on it was a pair of obsessed men and women who were almost half-naked, if they were really themselves, how could they show others.

The dumb girl bowed her head and did her own thing, she didn't know what was painted on it, but the painting tube had been sleeping in someone's arms recently.

After the letter period ended, she went out happily, although she was wearing black clothes like a charlatan who couldn't see her face clearly, but it seemed that many people knew her.

"Girl, can you write a follow-up?"

A man who came to the door said bluntly with a bookcase on his back.

"What's the follow-up?"

In fact, this story is used to pass on the song in real time, that is, part of it is written and part of it is announced, and now it has been broken for many days, and the girls who have read the book recently are enthusiastic and eager to know the follow-up.

And the people in front of them seem to have forgotten that they wrote the story, although the person who was waiting for them did not come back, but these times have been long enough to compile thousands of words.

Raising his hand to look behind him, Mu Fandi looked back and knew that this was a story teahouse, and there was a standing sign next to the door, with slightly jerky words written on it, but she just happened to recognize:

I am refining stories in the world, waiting for the wind to stop, waiting for the rain to turn clear, and waiting for you.

"Who wrote this?" Asked this obvious insider.

"The girl's original words, the young student is not talented, and she writes it by ghostwriting." As he spoke, he took down the bookcase and took out the unfinished book inside, and presented it with both hands, "Let's take a look at the story in the girl's heart, and come back after the little birth." ”

Seeing the people leave, they were about to go back upstairs to read a book, and the tea guest who came out of it said with a smile: "When will the shopkeeper show his tea mixing skills again?" ”

Tea-blended? Still a stunt? An embarrassed but polite smile back, her whole brain was blank now, what had she done... Nothing.

It took half a day to read this book, which vaguely expressed a touching love legend between a woman with an unknown background and an unidentified man, which mentioned that he had written a book before.

Although it was from her hand, she didn't know it now, and after seeing that it was still early, she put on sunscreen clothes and went out.

She was going to find a book called "Three Lives and Two Worlds to Cleanse the Mortal Dust", but before she could reach the place where the book was sold, she was stopped by the sudden rain.

The legs were inexplicably weak, and they hurriedly took shelter from the rain under the eaves, and the sky was dark, and the people in a hurry on the street hurried home.

Now it was different from the past, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bitter wind and rain were very ruthless, and she wanted to borrow an umbrella to go back, only to find that this was a pharmacy that had long been closed.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck! Slammed a spirit, panicked, held the door, and moved to the corner step by step, followed by a loud thunder that completely crushed her, and one stumbled and fell to the ground.

The rain began to stir up with the help of the wind, and poured mercilessly on the woman huddled in the corner, and let her cry pitifully without mercy.

On the other side, it was already dusk when Qin Cao entered the city, and there were few people on it, not afraid of wind and rain, walking steadily.

"Excuse me, where is the teahouse where there is a beautiful woman with seven books?"

The walking young man looked at the well-dressed boy on horseback and pointed behind him, "Ahead, turn right." ”

"Thank you!" Let's go on horseback.

But when he arrived, he didn't see the person he wanted to see, and seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, the little girl was still a dumb person, so he hurriedly asked the second child in the store to learn that she went out by herself, wearing a hood and a black shirt.

went out without stopping for a moment, lightning and thunder, one after another, and his heart was anxious, "Fan'er! ”

"Fan'er!"

"Fan'er!"

"Fan'er!"

……

While searching and shouting, I didn't let go of every street or alley, and finally saw a person trembling there in a corner.

Dressed in the same way, he hurriedly stepped forward to check, and called out in his mouth: "Fan'er? ”

Mu Fandi heard the sound and glanced at the people who came to her, except that her hair had become longer and the same as the person in the painting, she was holding her hands on the wall and wanted to stand up, when suddenly a lightning bolt crossed and she almost fell, and she was being protected in her arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

The voice mixed with trills rescued her with endless warmth.

Stopped crying and hugged tightly, this must be the person she was waiting for.

Qin Cao protected Fan'er's ears to avoid the next thunder from irritating her.

And after this thunder, God seemed to be very interested, changed directions, ran elsewhere, and began to thunder and lightning.

Qin Cao took off his robe and draped it on Fan'er, picked it up and went back to the teahouse directly.

He was also unfamiliar with this place, but everyone downstairs knew him, and the little maid who couldn't speak was even more pleased, "Prepare hot water." He commanded.

The dumb girl hurriedly pointed to the next door, which was the bathroom.

Neither of them knew, the person in his arms just looked at him, so he hugged him directly, a huge bathtub in front of him was slowly steaming, surrounded by light gauze to add a touch of artistic conception, this is undoubtedly his style, but his previous memory only stayed at the moment when he drank the blood of the puppet.

He put the man in his arms on the stool, and reached out to loosen his rain-soaked clothes, "I'll come by myself." The stranger stared at him, "You... You... Turn your back..."

There was a tingling sensation in his heart, and Qin Cao went out directly and closed the door to avoid being discovered.

How so? It's as if I've forgotten myself...

Until a puddle of water flowed beneath his feet, and a voice came from the room, "That... I don't have clothes. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll come right away."

The people in the tub were at a loss, the sound of departing footsteps, the sound of the door opening next door, the sound of opening the closet, followed by the footsteps of returning...

The little deer who banged immediately leaned on the edge of the bath bucket with his hands around his chest, the man came in and held a red bedgown in his hand, full of drape, handed it to her with one hand, found that it was wrong and took it back, and took the bath towel from the hanger next to him and came to the edge of the bath bucket, "Dry it first." ”

He just looked at the underwater scene behind him, his face was hot, and he hurriedly took it with one hand.

The phoenix's eyes were slightly narrow, and she turned around, why was the bottom of her body red? It feels like it will break when you touch it.

"Whoa!" As soon as the water sounded, there was a haunting voice behind him. Mu Fandi hurriedly wiped off the water, came behind the person and took the bedding clothes from his hand, light and semi-transparent, extremely soft, how to wear this?