The word is still the same word, and the person is still the same person.

Liu Fufeng said that he liked it, and Lu Aya liked it very much.

The most important thing is that the junior sister likes it, so I won't ask about the pity in the East. --- Lu Aya thought so.

Life is like this, the person you like says they like you, even if it's just an object or a related virtual thing...... There will also be a good mood one day, and compared to this mood, other things are not important.

Inconsequential.

Lu Aya Xu guessed something, Xu didn't guess.

Probably don't want to know at all.

The junior sister is the junior sister, she is her, this does not mean that they have to separate, there must be differences, they have to walk two bridges, they have to walk two roads.

She was just chasing her shadow on the bridge where her sister was walking, trying to take another look.

It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead. In fact, life is also a bridge for her to follow.

She lives, she lives. We're all in this together.

Lu Aya is Lu Aya, and Liu Fufeng is Liu Fufeng.

Lu Aya is Liu Fufeng's, but Liu Fufeng is not Lu Aya's.

Probably that's the relationship.

The eyelids are drooping.

The old snow on the eaves melted with the temperature, and the new snow followed, but this time it was shrouded in the shadows of the two men in front of the bed, and the birds in the forest took the food and sent it back to the nest to feed the offspring.

Under the bright firelight, two shadows, one big and one small, snuggled together, even if they couldn't see each other, they should know what the scene was.

It's just the word "melting".

Lu Aya looked at Liu Fufeng and said seriously: "This is what I am pursuing." ”

"Senior sister, what did you say?" Liu Fufeng raised his head and asked again.

Lu Aya looked up and said; "It's nothing, if you didn't hear it, then I will ignore you today."

Lie, how to give up.

"Okay, I heard it, I saw it, Aaya, you really worked hard, I'm very happy." Liu Fufeng said hurriedly.

"Then you hear it." Lu Aya is very stubborn.

Liu Fufeng Xu saw Lu Aya like this for the first time, paused for a moment, and said, "I heard it." ”

"Okay, then I'll be a senior sister and you see it." Lu Aya looked at Liu Fufeng's dark eyes, and her silver eyes were reflected in the other party's eyes, as if both of them were silver.

See?

Didn't you hear that.

What to see.

Liu Fufeng couldn't keep up with Lu Aya's thoughts.

"Now it's your turn, junior sister, you're sluggish." Lu Aya shook her head, raised her head and said, "Take me and sit over there, I'm alone, although it's relatively close to sitting here, it's not good to look at you." ”

Lu Aya's voice was hoarse, less squeamish, and more strong.

"Hmm." Liu Fufeng nodded, hugged Lu Aya to the opposite side of him and returned to his original position, looking at each other.

Lu Aya carefully folded the rice paper, pushed it over, and said, "Here you go, put it away." ”

That's the word joy she wrote, which is the mood of joy and the mood of liking.

"Okay."

Liu Fufeng pressed his fingernails against the rice paper, dragged it lightly in front of him, got up and hid in the house.

It's like the piece of paper that writes Aya's name crookedly, in the same place.

Only this time, after putting one in the cabinet, there was only one left.

Lu Aya looked up and wanted to look at the cabinet, but unfortunately she didn't see that Liu Fufeng had closed it, even if she was disappointed, she didn't pursue it, she might have something wrong with thinking about these problems in the illusion.

Liu Fufeng returned to Lu Aya and sat down, under the lacquered wood red table, his jade hand rubbed slightly on his nails, as if he was savoring the taste of the paper, or wanted to be more contaminated with the ink-stained gas.

She didn't dare touch it with her fingertips.

From beginning to end, I just gently picked up my nails, and I didn't dare to use any more force.

Maybe she didn't be so careful when she fought with the immortal holding the fire sword back then.

As for the second battle against the ice sword, it was the pleasure of revenge and the relief of explaining to the clansmen, and then there was endless remorse and sorrow.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

But with this piece of paper, there is always a thought.

Knowing that Lu Aya was happy, she was relieved.

Lu Aya didn't think about whether there was a yellow piece of paper with her name written on it in the cabinet, and she was thinking about another thing now.

Lu Aya suddenly asked, "Senior sister, do you like poetry?" ”

Liu Fufeng is perfect, of course she understands poetry and likes it.

Liu Fufeng said: "I like it, I like ancient style poetry and rhythmic poetry, but I don't understand the words." ”

Lu Aya nodded and said, "Okay, then choose a poem." ”

Actually, the word is better, it's a pity.

Then show my sister a poem.

Calligraphy is the foundation of culture, and the advanced is poetry.

The snow is still falling, getting heavier and heavier, and there is no new snow or old snow on the eaves, as if the house is new or old.

Lu Aya looked up at Liu Fufeng, took advantage of the firelight, and asked, "Yanzhi, or lyrical." ”

The breath in the girl's mouth shook the candle flame, but Liu Fufeng could still smell the haunting breath of the dream.

Liu Fufeng understood what Lu Aya meant.

Feelings can be very complicated, there is only one ambition, and Liu Fufeng also knows Lu Aya's ambition.

Aya wants to walk a bridge with her.

If the bridge is still there, or the bridge can be walked without being dead, why wouldn't she want to walk a bridge with Lu Aya, let alone let her chase, she would hold her and walk together.

So Lu Aya's ambition she didn't have the courage to listen.

It's just to catch up and find her.

Liu Fufeng said: "Let's be lyrical." ”

Lyrical?

Lu Aya knew, stared at Liu Fufeng with her eyes, and said, "Okay, then lyrical." ”

The ink was dry, maybe it was too cold.

"Give me inkstone." Lu Aya said this very normally, and Liu Fufeng also took it, and did everything skillfully, as if Lu Aya had just started to learn strokes at the beginning, one was serious and the other was spoiled.

That's how it should be.

Lu Aya thought so.

Liu Fufeng was moving, Lu Aya glanced out the window, and said: "Actually, I was going to show my junior sister what I learned on the night of Shangyuan, or to show you what I have learned, or to offer ugliness, I only acted as a translator in it, but I also had a little idea, such as praise or something." ”

"I blushed a little as I spoke."

"But if I really want to translate, I still put in a little effort, maybe it's not cheeky."

Lu Aya's tone was a little serious, she really thought so,

Liu Fufeng looked up, he didn't understand, but it wasn't the first time.

Liu Fufeng asked, "Why isn't it Shangyuan Festival, it's today?" ”

Lu Aya was slightly surprised, looked at her junior sister, and asked instead: "That's right, why don't I make a fool of myself with you on the Shangyuan Festival?" It may be that I am in good spirits today, since I want to show it, then I will come together with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, by the way, I don't know how to play chess and paint. ”

Lu Aya was surprised, it was really a bit fake.

In fact, Liu Fufeng's acting was also very fake, but Lu Aya didn't see it, maybe he saw it, but he saw it as a shortcoming of the illusion.

Why isn't it the Shangyuan Festival, both of them know it, don't they?

They don't have time left.

Liu Fufeng pushed the ink and pen in front of Lu Aya and said, "The ink is good." ”

"Well, thank you, junior sister." After Lu Aya finished speaking, she stared at the old man who seemed to be close at hand, but was actually far away from the end of the world.

A thank you is rusty.

Thought to heart.

The junior sister won't understand that her love and ambition are a thing.

Pick up the pen under the candlelight.

The figure is gone.