Situ suddenly turned around and found Lan Keman looking at him with a smile, the familiar little face was as pretty as usual, and the lips that opened and closed were even softer than before, pink like a blooming peach blossom.

Situ looked at Lan Keman blankly, and a dazzling beam of sunlight penetrated through the small window of the high side wall, which happened to shine on Lan Keman's face, instantly making Situ unable to open his gentle and warm eyes.

Situ's heart jumped suddenly, a thousand words were in his throat, but he didn't know how to speak, the bright red cheeks like peach blossoms were like a knife, piercing into Situ's lungs alive, and then fiercely opened a bloody wound, such a delicate and slightly shy vine, but it was never revealed in front of Situ.

Situ closed his trembling eyes slightly, stretched out his clenched palms, his fingertips trembled, and through the thick shaking of his eyelashes, he stroked Lan Keman's cheeks uncontrollably:

"Sister Man'er."

With a sigh, Situ opened his eyes and looked up at Lan Keman, and for a moment the reflection of the brilliant fiery red light of the sun in those eyes, slowly, a layer of trance and sadness floated in those eyes, and finally there was a slight anger.

Like a fish in his throat, Situ looked at Lan Keman with slightly sore eyes, and the water suddenly became hazy, but when he saw Lan Keman holding his palm, he suddenly raised his hand to look at her again, and in an instant, his eyes were full of stars, and the brilliance flowed.

Fair and slender, with distinct joints, Situ's palms are always very warm, and his voice is very soft and warm when he speaks, but there is unsolvable sorrow and remorse between his eyebrows, like a sad spring breeze, missing the flowering period.

"Sister Keman, I'll take you to lunch, you stand still, just wait for me."

Situ quietly wiped the blood stains on the palm of his other hand on the corner of the placket of his clothes, the smudged bright red, as desolate as a peach blossom landing, I was afraid that a ruthless rain would fall, sweeping away the traces.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Situ still gently led Lan Keman's slender wrist towards the dining hall, unlike before, when he walked across the bluestone arch bridge and walked to the side of a shallow garden, Situ quietly pretended to be unintentional but naturally loosened the broad palm that held the vast wrist, and then moved forward a little, and then vigorously grabbed the delicate little hand at the end of the vast wrist, and clenched the thin fingers of the palm tightly, and never wanted to let go.

Lan Keman also froze for a moment, and wanted to pull out his palm immediately, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that the thick sadness in Situ's eyes couldn't dissolve the sadness, and he didn't continue the next action, so the well-behaved Situ clutched his thin fingers tightly and went to the dining hall.

As expected, before entering the door of the dining hall, Lan Keman saw at a glance that Ling Xingyue was leaning on a seat by the window, looking at his side with burning eyes, and there seemed to be a flame in his eyes that was hunting and burning himself.

Lan Keman subconsciously wanted to pull out his palm, but Situ held on to it as if he didn't know, and just pulled it tightly to the dining hall of Sijia Academy.

Then, Situ grabbed Lan Keman's soft fingers and went to the place where the food was distributed, and ordered the specially prepared cumin mutton, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the students in the dining hall.

Situ pulled Lan Keman to sit on another table that was also by the window, and forced Lan Keman into the window seat half reluctantly and half naturally, and picked a seat next to Lan Keman's outside to sit, Fang let go of Lan Keman's hand and began to help Lan Keman tear the mutton on the plate.

But today's Situ, his hands are strong for a while, and he is weak for a while, and the plate of crispy mutton that has been roasted, Situ was stunned and tore it with his fingertips several times, but it didn't die, and finally the fingertips trembled inexplicably.

Although Lan Keman doesn't know why, but she is as smart as her, she is still sensitive to the difference between Situ today and the past, when she was about to end class just now, Lan Keman had not finished packing up her book, she was looking forward to Ling Xingyue inviting her to have lunch together, maybe this is the mentality of a little daughter in love, I can't wait for a moment more and more to be together and be together.

But strangely, Ling Xingyue stood up and said:

"Miss Lan, go and see your brother Situ, he seems to be waiting for you."

After speaking, he left, and didn't even wait for himself, although Lan Keman was puzzled, but when he thought that he used to have lunch with Brother Situ every time, once he had a beloved, he would abandon Brother Situ who had always cared for him so much, it was not very reasonable, people said, "Flower magpie, long tail, married a daughter-in-law and forgot her mother!" "To myself, I became:

"Flower magpie, long tail, forget brother with Xianggong!"

Thinking of this, I just wanted to laugh out loud, and suddenly thought that I was really ashamed, and I had already thought of the word "Xianggong", and hurriedly covered up the rippling spring eyes, red through the cheeks that were like peach blossoms, and happily went to find my brother Situ.

Lan Keman looked at Situ with some doubts, his mind turned around for a long time, and he still didn't understand what was wrong with this Situ brother, why the sadness on his face was so overflowing, it seemed that if he lowered his head again, the sadness was about to burst out of his eyes and pour through his dress.

"Brother Situ, I won't eat that mutton anymore, don't help me tear it anymore, your palm seems to be injured, and it will be soaked in oil for a while, and it won't hurt anymore."

Lan Keman finally found that the palm of Situ far away from him, because it happened to be facing him, was oozing blood, and the scar seemed to be very deep, but Situ didn't seem to be aware of it, and still tried to help him tidy up the mutton.

When Situ completely tore the mutton and shredded it, he picked it up with a small piece of soft cake, and put it neatly in the jade porcelain plate in front of Lan Keman, Situ Fang called a small servant to come over, sent a few hot handkerchiefs to himself, and wiped the blood stains with little care, and then left the handkerchief in the corner of the table, and the blood stains of Yin Hong on the handkerchief made Lan Keman's heartbreaking distress.

"Sister Keman, if I am injured, will you feel distressed?"

Situ's eyes were half-closed, and he didn't look up at Lan Keman, as if he didn't dare, and seemed to be unwilling, and even more so worried that he couldn't bear Lan Keman's answer in case it wasn't what he thought.

Lan Keman hurriedly replied:

"Of course it's distressing! Brother Situ was injured, of course I was distressed! ”