It is conceivable that Wen Cheng is worried about it again.

Recently, Su Meng would brew hot milk for Ning Ran, who occasionally had severe chest pain, but Ning Ran's taste was a little tricky, so he bought a box of imported ones online. But unfortunately, Wen Cheng, it is a fact that the online shopping and delivery are getting faster and faster, but Su Meng chose not to send it upstairs in order to save a few dollars, and as a result, Wen Cheng, who carried the heavy box back, thought that Su Meng had bought something strange, and was dumbfounded until he opened the package.

"It tastes good, Wen Cheng wants to try double skin milk, I'll make it for you?" Su Meng spoke from afar.

Judging by the frustrated expression on his face, Moon Seung was not satisfied with the gift.

Anyway, Meng'er won't do such a romantic thing, trying to impress me with ordinary things is probably the essence of ordinary life, there is nothing unusual at all, just go all the way to old age, from the girl Su Meng slowly witnessed the baptism of the years, and it was ......

When he flipped under the milk carton and set a dark blue silk nightdress, Wen Cheng's head was stuck.

Then he began to make up for the way Su Meng put it on at night, and his heartbeat continued to accelerate.

"Wen Cheng?" Su Meng came over like nothing happened, and then asked something that made Wen Cheng stupid, "Ah, who bought this?" ”

Then looked at Wen Cheng.

Didn't you buy it, wife, what do you think I'm doing? Can you stop lighting and extinguishing my flame all the time!

"I, I bought it." Wen Cheng pointed to himself.

"Buy this...... Do, what to do......" Su Meng looked away as if to hide something.

But the action at hand betrayed her, and she began to touch the nightdress through the plastic bag.

What do you tell me to answer! Don't you know that I bought it at all? Is it fun for me to play like this? Oh, and it's ...... to buy this

"Use it at night." Wen Cheng suddenly replied generously.

Su Meng was suddenly frightened and fled back to the kitchen, Wen Cheng peeked at Xiaozhu who was still gurgling and tilting his head to drink milk, then put away his pajamas and went to the room, opened the plastic bag and picked up the pajamas to make up whether the pajamas fit her, and suddenly felt that it was strange for a big man to do this action and hung it in the closet, then sat back at the table, changed a few TV channels, and stood up after not being interested in the show, opened the balcony curtains, opened the glass door, and sucked the cold air outside into his chest.

Yes, I've been putting out the fire for myself, and I've finally succeeded.

Then he went to the table and simply picked up Xiaozhu's mobile phone to see what else this guy had stolen and the result.

"It's still in the transit hall, it's great that Sister Su Meng can take action."

Wen Cheng suddenly felt as if everything about me was being monitored by Xiaozhu, and fell into a kind of fear, which was completely indistinguishable from the cute look of that little guy.

In other words, Xiaozhu's cuteness is already pretending to be for me. Wen Cheng came to this conclusion.

In fact, it doesn't count, the so-called cute side will be shown in front of her brother, and she will always be cute when she gets used to it, even if she has begun to show a different side in front of her subordinates.

The sky became darker, Wen Cheng chose to put the phone back and then went to the room to read the progress reports of various projects that were placed on the table, and found that the cardboard box wrapped in the host had not been loaded after being moved. After finishing the work at hand, he pressed the button, and after seeing the familiar picture in the display, Wen Cheng looked out the window with a sigh of relief.

After doing this, it was almost twelve o'clock, Wen Cheng came to the living room and found that there were four plates of steaming dishes on the table, and Su Meng was still cooking the last dish, so he picked up a piece of braised small potatoes and chewed it with satisfaction, took another cola and drank it, and his appetite was suddenly opened. Su Meng brought olive vegetable bibimbap and freshly baked and cut toast, Xiaozhu slapped his brother's hand, took pictures of a table of dishes, and grinned and tapped his mobile phone for a while before it officially started.

After eating, Su Meng was about to clean up, Wen Cheng held her down and then cleaned up with Xiaozhu, Xiaozhu was responsible for wiping the table, and Wen Cheng was responsible for washing the dishes. After washing, I didn't know where to put the dishes and chopsticks, Su Meng smiled again, and came over to get busy together.

At one o'clock, Wen Cheng changed into the black turtleneck sweater that Su Meng bought for him, put on a gray cotton suit, and Su Meng changed into a light blue knitted skirt that Liu Zhen bought for her before, with a beige shoulder. Xiaozhu is still wearing her school uniform.

The two girls set off with umbrellas on the left and the right holding Wen Cheng.

If you make up the scene of holding an umbrella after going downstairs, you can imagine that Wen Cheng will be very wet in the rain.

When he was about to go out, Wen Cheng suddenly stopped and looked around, but he didn't find anything strange. There was no one else in the apartment, there was no sound of getting up in the master bedroom, Ning Ran did not suddenly appear from the windowsill, and the subordinates all went to the committee office so they would not come again.

In this place called a writer, Wen Cheng became uneasy, this calm was surprisingly unusual, and he always felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark.

It's really a false happiness, Wen Cheng, who blames himself, suddenly put aside the hands of the two girls and walked straight into the elevator. He felt the urge to smoke at the moment, but this underage body restrained him, and after getting off the elevator, he led the two girls to a nearby mall.

It was one o'clock when he arrived at a flower shop and coffee shop, Wen Cheng opened the door and sniffed, the vases stacked on the shelves around were luxuriant, wafting with the fresh smell of flower stem cuts, Wen Cheng sat down at the booth inside, ordered a cup of coffee, took a magazine from the bookshelf behind him and flipped through it.

The two girls had just sat down, and suddenly saw Wen Cheng stand up suddenly, endure the discomfort and pour the hot coffee that had just been served into his stomach in one go, and after explaining to Su Meng to accompany Xiaozhu well, he then resolutely went out.

He ran home as fast as he could, changing into that pair of niche running shoes and white tracksuits, God knows why he had this impulse, but the punishment of time also made him feel that he was no longer young, and only by devoting himself to heavy self-training would he not let down this gradually lonely and wonderful life.

He chose the mountain path, starting from the familiar old and cloud, which had been officially sealed off as the territory of the True Knights. In front of you, a valley is displayed, and the mountains on both sides have the tendency to leap, passing through the Laohe Mountain, and the villages and tea fields on both sides are scattered.

The light rain was still there, and he was sweating profusely, even if he was soaked in the rain, he didn't feel cold, and his legs moved forward step by step as he went uphill. It was still quiet, except for his panting and messy footsteps, the occasional curious white bird flying by in the sky, and a wild dog running along the way, but not long after falling behind the sight.

A river meandered under the bridge, he suddenly stopped and listened to the sound of the river, looked back at the past road, looked at his mobile phone, and ran about ten kilometers, but he was still not satisfied.

His strength was exhausted, the raindrops quickly cooled his will, the sky hung with mournful clouds, the sun pierced the only crack in the clouds, his eyes were black, his chest was dull, and his legs were so heavy that he could no longer lift them. The body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, it didn't belong to me at all, my head began to swing, and my limbs lost feeling. The air next to it seemed to be burned by the breath that came out of it. Sweat slid down his forehead and down his neck to his back and legs, blending with the rain. The mountain road is very dark, and there is no end in sight. There was no one around, and he didn't know if it was too cold or something else that made the world suddenly silent.

He then ran down the mountain road towards the lake, and after a short time came to a pavilion by the Sirlang Bridge.

In the pavilion is a tombstone.

After twisting his ankle, he looked up at the gloomy drizzle of the rainy day, and then looked down at the sad lake, and it was then that he found two people standing in front of the tomb.

"Changji, I've been waiting for a long time." Wen Cheng ran over to greet the man in purple.

But who is the other white-bearded old man? I didn't ask him out, so familiar......

"Wen Cheng," said the poet, pointing to the old man, "you don't remember?" This is the ...... at the door of the committee"

I see! He's the same retired magician who defeated the demon king Leviathan thirty years ago, but ......

What did Li He ask him to do?

The old man didn't answer Wen Cheng's eyes, but only smiled with satisfaction.

Say?!

"Wen Cheng, my perception tells me that beyond the distant universe, a powerful force field is gradually disintegrating, and this may have something to do with you." The old man paced over and looked at Wen Cheng.

"No, it's not about me." Wen Cheng suddenly understood.

In fact, it can be faintly felt from the beginning, and if the old magician's perception is true, everything makes sense.

Feeling that everything had an answer, Wen Cheng faced Li He,

"Changji, in fact, the first day I met you, I felt that you were hiding a lot from me."

"Wen Cheng, I can finally give her peace of mind to you, so ...... Want to know everything? ”

"No, I just want to say goodbye to you."

"Goodbye?" The poet was puzzled.

"It doesn't matter who she is, I don't care."

"I'm satisfied, your answer, so ......"

Li He turned to the tombstone and knelt down on one knee.

"Master, the vow has been fulfilled, please allow me to rest in peace."

The breeze drenched his clothes, and the poet turned into a purple particle of light.

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After everything cooled down, Wen Cheng solemnly bowed three times to the tombstone by the bridge.

Then he took a long breath and continued to walk with emotion, only to find an unexpected figure.

"Sister-in-law is coming home?" He asked the girl who had come running.

"Do you need to say it? My brother is really wolf-hearted. ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

"Comfort your sister-in-law at night."

Wen Cheng did not answer. He smiled and inhaled, tugged in, stretched his right foot forward, exhaled, threw off his arm, and took another step.

The trees began to retreat, breathing in the fresh air comfortably, and moving in harmony with their whole bodies. The body that has cooled down is slightly warmer, and the breathing begins to be even and forceful, and the speed stabilizes. It was slow, but he didn't stop. It seemed that everything was relaxed again, and a happy smile appeared on his ruddy face.

"Brother, no matter who leaves you, I will always accompany you."

As she ran, she uttered the words.

"No one is going to leave, silly boy."

"Really, brother?" Xiaozhu tilted his head curiously, but continued to run with all his energy.

You may already know that she is the lily on the shore of the West Lake, the heaven and the earth grow for her, and the valley is full of the fragrance of her virtues, but she herself is unaware. Infinite fighting spirit fills her heart, she doesn't need emotional nourishment, only the figure that keeps moving forward.

However, all of this, including the sparkling blue water, the valley with light rain and smoke, the graceful rowing willow trees, the oak forest and tea plantations that stand out from the winding muddy mountain road, and the gradually dreamy empty sky are all expressing her feelings.

I don't know how long it took, listening to the rustle of his shoes against the ground, fine beads of sweat and raindrops on his forehead little by little, and then let the sweat flow on his back, and looked up to see the dark red night sky, a few stars hanging sporadically, the moon was very round, sometimes hidden in the dark clouds.

In the deep twilight, Wen Cheng suddenly sat on the stone steps and trembled with his head in his hands.

In fact, the sky thinks that a man's mind is clear, but it is not.

Only a little spark in the sky could tell her why her brother wanted to run so desperately. Even if you're soaking wet and your feet are worn out, you have to run.

She held him in her arms.

He wept profusely.

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"Is it better? Brother? ”

"Can you keep it a secret for me?"

"If you can trust me."

"It's okay, tell your sister-in-law, I don't want to hide it from her."

"Actually, Sister Liu Zhen ...... her"

"It's not her," Wen Cheng stood up and laughed, "You're thinking too fragile about me." ”

"Not her?" Xiaozhu stood up curiously, "Brother, you are really wolf-hearted. ”

"One day I will make her happy," Wen Cheng stretched out his hand to Xiaozhu,

"It's yours, stay."

I want you to be my sister for life.