The moon is bright in front of the house, and the shadows of the trees hang upside down in front of the window.

There were two people in the room, one sat at the head of the bed, and the other bent down to salute.

I don't know when a breeze blew from the window.

Blow off the red cloth on the bride's head.

A pretty face appeared in front of Zhao Han, with a point of grievance, a point of lovesickness, a point of maternal love in her watery pupils, and the remaining seven points were unclear persistence.

This is the first time in this life that the two have met face to face.

Without the reckless attitude when he first came to the villa after being reborn, at this time, facing the water-like woman in front of him, Zhao Han's heart was full of bitterness and a trace of sourness.

After a long time, he spoke: "The owner, but he is unreasonable."

After that, the red wedding dress on his body shattered, and a plain white Confucian dress appeared on his body.

For Zhao Han, the woman in front of her is an unattainable holy fairy, and if she is devoted, it can be said to be a great blessing.

Pity......

Jun was born, I was not born.

Now that Zhao Han is married, he will not be moving his true feelings to others.

If he met this woman before he met Fuji Xinyue, or if he was kidnapped to be a groom in his previous life, he would have been from ...... will also be a good husband in the eyes of the other party.

But to miss it is to miss it.

Bowing again, as a thank you for the woman's kindness in saving her life, Zhao Han turned around and walked out.

He owes a lot here.

But if you repay it with that love flower...... But he didn't want to.

Stepping out of the room, he hesitated for a moment and said: "If there is anything in the future, Xiao Sheng only needs to send a message, and Zhao Han will repay the owner's kindness."

In the next step, the figure disappeared into the distance.

Only the bride was left in the house in a red wedding dress, and there was an inexplicable lament.

"Why?"

"You are mine, this is your life, where can you go even if you leave?"

......

......

Zhao Han didn't hear the sound in the new room.

Maybe even if he heard it, he would laugh it off.

He is not a person who believes in fate, even if there are many mysterious things in the world, but fate is only about people's hearts.

Zhao Han didn't believe it, so he could laugh it off.

But some believed......

A huge Qingmei Villa, after Zhao Han took a step, a woman appeared in front of him.

Liu Yue bent her eyebrows, and Xiao Li, who was dressed in a yellow palace dress, said lightly: "Uncle at night, where do you want to go, Miss is still waiting for you in the new house, don't let her wait in a hurry."

A pair of big talking eyes blinked, and Xiao Li had two more cute dimples on his face.

She smiled sweetly.

Zhao Han smiled bitterly at her, and took another step, but he didn't have the heart to joke with Xiao Li now.

But when he stopped again, Mo Chou's black clothes appeared in front of him......

He bowed slightly to Zhao Han. This beautiful woman, who has always been a little feminine in Zhao Han's impression, said: "Please ask my uncle to go back to the room"

Zhao Han's expression froze for a moment, and then he took another step.

This time it's snow.

Sitting on the swing and flying high, the two lumps of meat on her chest trembled up and down, and she didn't show any surprise when she felt Zhao Han appear behind her, but said in her cold voice: "Uncle still has leisure and elegance in the middle of the night to hang out."

A trace of memory flooded into Zhao Han's mind, it was a winter day when he reached forward and pushed forward in the same place.

Shaking his head, a modest smile appeared on his lips, he reached out and nudged behind the woman, before disappearing in place again.

When he reappeared, his figure appeared next to the stone jade pillar of the villa.

Here a woman full of books smiled at him: "Uncle came here late at night, but he wanted to leave words on Shishi's side?" ”

After finishing speaking, the woman burst out laughing, and Zhao Han was full of embarrassment.

The embarrassment was followed by a sense of tranquility.

After all, he is no longer the one who spends his days under the stone pillar with gold and iron in hand.

He bowed to the woman and disappeared in front of her with a smile.

Next to the pool and in the long pavilion, the woman strokes the piano and reflects the moon.

"Like a mirror flower, like a water moon, my uncle wants to listen to Wan'er play a song?"

"No, you're playing too badly... Well... I've wanted to say this to you for a long time."

Ignoring Wan'er's slightly angry expression, she turned around leisurely and disappeared into the night.

After a burst of leisurely emotion, Zhao Han's figure appeared on the roof of the hall.

This time, there was no palace woman waiting for him, so he stole half a spare time to lie on the roof and watch the full moon.

A jade hand beside him handed over a pot for a long time.

"Heh... Thank you! ”

Zhao Han was stunned and then took it with a smile, took a sip and handed it back with a smile.

The pretty boy next to him was not polite to him, but also took a sip and sat beside him.

The two have no prestige.

After a long time, Zhao Han spoke first: "Why didn't you come to persuade me?" ”

When the other party heard his words, he seemed to have just noticed that there was a person beside him, and he wanted to say something when he opened his mouth.

Seeing the appearance of "him", Zhao Han hurriedly stretched out his hand to block her mouth, and then said with a crying and laughing expression on his face: "If you talk again, I will have nowhere to go in this Qingmei Villa."

"He" blinked, a teasing smile on his face.

Zhao Han shook his head: "Xiao Li, Mo Chou, Bai Xue, Shishi, Wan'er, the five of them are all open-mouthed" uncle "Closed mouth "Miss is waiting for you" or something, if you are following the bad learning, then don't blame me for not being a brother enough, take care of you!" ”

The smile on the pretty boy's face was even stronger.

Zhao Han looked at her like this, sighed and let go of his hand.

There is also a faint scent of daughter on his fingertips......

"Although we are meeting for the first time in this life, some things ......" his mouth opened, but he couldn't say the words that followed.

The pretty boy shook the wine jug in his hand, and showed a disgusted expression at him: "Don't say it so numbly, I can't afford the leaves!" After a pause, she spoke again: "You said that you can't beat the owner, and you can't run out of this Qingmei Villa, except for from.... What else can you do, uncle? ”

The commotion on his face suddenly froze, and then he looked like he wanted to cry.

Zhao Han opened his mouth and said, "Lord Zhuang won't play so hard this time, right?" ”

"Guess what?"

"If I could have guessed, I'd come and ask you?"

"Heh... Scold... Heh..."

"Hehe, your sister!"

Looking at the contempt on the other party's face, Zhao Han shook his head and disappeared again, leaving only one person on the roof to drink alone.

Next, he appeared at the front gate of the villa, and not far away was the way down the mountain.

But this step of the road, but no matter what, I can't take it.

The scene in front of him became distorted, and a black and white figure stepped out of the distortion and saluted him.

The woman spoke: "Uncle, you are already in the painting, how can you get out of the cage in your heart?" ”

Facing the woman's words, Zhao Han gave her a middle finger angrily and funny, and then the figure disappeared out of thin air in a flash.

Only one sentence of dismay.

"A ghost in the painting, believe it or not, I burned your yellow sorghum pen, you little girl who hasn't grown any hair, let's go home and paint eggs..."

The woman's face instantly turned pale.

But then a hand appeared out of thin air behind her.

With a gentle pat, the black and white brushwork around the woman's body was scattered.

The big girl who has become an adult has become a little girl who looks like thirteen or fourteen years old with black and white...... (To be continued.) )