After a long time, Situ wrapped the back of Lan Keman's neck with her entire palm to support her little head, and with the other hand, he held a cup of sweet osmanthus brew to Lan Keman's lips, and whispered to her:

"Man'er, I brought sweet brew, or a rare osmanthus sweet brew on the grassland, you come and taste it, so as to moisten your throat and lips, your face is very bad, and your lips are pale."

The distress in his tone was intense, but Lan Keman seemed to be a little stunned and looked at Situ's eyes full of affection, and just lowered his head and took a sip of the cup of sweet osmanthus wine.

I vaguely remembered that Sister Man'er's teeth trembled that day, Situ couldn't bear to slowly let go of that embrace, held her hands on Lan Keman's cheeks, and lifted her little face, she had already seen Lan Keman's face full of tears, more than pain, and still murmuring in her mouth:

"Brother Situ, he's leaving and never coming back, what should I do? What about Man'er? ”

Although these are slight, they are enough to make Si Tu's heart-rending murmur, and the direct Si Tu can no longer support it, and his heart is suddenly barren and isolated, he can only look at Lan Keman in despair, looking at her intense unbearable pain, no need to ask, that "he" is Ling Xingyue will not be wrong.

Situ only felt that his throat was constricted, and his throat seemed to be clogged with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't help but be unable to say any more words, and even his breathing became rapid for a while.

After a long time, Situ half-knelt down, and once again pulled Lan Keman into his embrace, tightly, letting Lan Keman's tears soak his clothes, and the tear-burning Situ's body gradually trembled.

Situ quietly hugged Lan Keman in his arms, his lips gently touched Lan Keman's hair from time to time, and when Lan Keman in his arms finally calmed down slowly, he seemed to fall into a nightmare in a daze, sighed, and a thick obscure wind blew between his eyebrows, for a long time, against Lan Keman's cheeks, his lips gently touched the warm ear roots and whispered:

"Man'er, you still have me, I've always been, do I still have a chance to exchange hearts with you?"

Lan Keman was shocked by the warmth in his ears, stretched out his thin fingers and stroked upward, but his fingertips accidentally touched Situ's cheeks and lips, just this slight touch, in exchange for Situ's breathing was slightly broken, in exchange for Situ's determination, and then hugged Lan Keman in his arms tighter, as if he was like this for the rest of his life, and he was never willing to let go of it again.

That day, the night outside the car was quietly and completely covered with everything, not giving any light the slightest chance, Situ gently called the coachman and asked him to stop the carriage, so that Lan Keman in his arms could sleep well for a while, which is also the best way for Man'er to recover as quickly as possible, Situ just hugged Lan Keman in his arms, and the cloak on his body had already been gently covered on Lan Keman's petite and weak body, sometimes, Situ would think about how good it would be if time stopped like this.

……

Thinking of this, Situ was suddenly waiting for the arm that put on his coat and never put it down again, so stunned to think about how good it would be if the time in the carriage could be reproduced that day, and he was willing to give up all this, and only wished that he would snuggle up in the cramped carriage with his sister Man'er in this life, occasionally lift the curtain and look out the window, so good.

Seeing that the young master had been standing motionless like this, he didn't know when it happened, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support Situ's arm and then put it down on his leg.

The stone did not dare to say much, but stood aside with his head bowed, waiting for Situ to sit down so that he could serve him breakfast, which had only been eaten for almost an hour.

Shi saw that the young master Situ sat there and looked out the window when he took a bite, only when the pair of Ling Que were chattering and noisy, the young master would take the next bite, sometimes with some depression on his face, sometimes with a light red on his face, sometimes his cheeks were wet for a moment, and sometimes the corners of his lips bloomed with a smile, and he looked at Situ who had been waiting for the tea to pass on the talent beside him.

Finally waited for the young master who had always been elegant and steady to go to the place where he practiced martial arts every day with some vain steps, the stone was still not at ease, and called a small guy to come in and clean up the leftovers and those dishes, and he followed him to the martial arts field, he felt that it was better to look at some, the sword has no eyes, if the young master Situ was not very determined, and lost his head and hurt himself, then when the four stewards came back, he could no longer live well in this homesick house.

Along the way, the stone was very puzzled, what happened to the young master who has never been sloppy and never made mistakes in doing things at this time, since the day before yesterday inexplicably let himself hang up this glazed palace lamp, the young master Situ seems to have been sucked by this glazed palace lamp, yesterday morning, the eyes are dark, and it is not good to sleep at a glance.

The stone was worried that it was because the glazed palace lamp was too bright, so last night he deliberately only left only two palace lamps, one at the door of the small courtyard, and one under the cedar tree, which was not very bright.

After a whole night of thinking and memories, coupled with the clear past at the breakfast moment, it slowly continued to impact Situ's heart, but at this moment, he knew his mind more clearly, no matter the heavens and the earth, even if there was a gap as wide as the sea between him and Sister Man'er, he would not feel the slightest tired, and he would inevitably cross the ocean and step forward, until he would hold Sister Man'er in his arms forever and never let go.

Situ had already gotten up late today, and he had eaten breakfast intermittently for almost an hour, and by the time he had absentmindedly completed the usual marksmanship that he had practiced many times three times, it was already in the middle of the day, and it was time to summon lunch again.

Turning his head, he saw that the stone was standing cautiously to the side, looking at himself, as if he had something to say, so he bowed his head slightly, nodded at him, and the stone hurriedly moved to Situ's side.

Situ threw his arm, and the red-tasseled iron spear flew straight in the direction where the stone was standing, the upper body of the stone leaned forward slightly, his hands changed to catch the gun, turned around and stood on the wooden frame of the weapon, and asked with both arms:

"Young master, you haven't rested well in the past few nights, look at the black green under your eyes, you are about to become a panda, and you have practiced this many times, rest, besides, it's already noon, do you want to pass the meal in the kitchen?"