This sleep was really dark and sweet, and Long Xi didn't have any more nightmares!

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, she finally woke up, actually hungry.

She found that she and Brother Kun's bodies were still tightly together, he was lying behind her, holding her in his arms with both hands, the two of them looked like a little couple on a honeymoon, which made Long Xi's heart sweet and a little sour.

She was afraid, afraid that she would lose Brother Kun!

She turned her head and looked at his plump and handsome face again with fascination, at this sleeping beautiful man, and finally forced herself to turn her head and stop looking at him.

She tiptoed out of bed, sat down in front of the vanity mirror, and brushed her hair.

She was about to get up, but she saw a painting folded on the table next to the mirror.

She unfolded it gently, it was a picture drawn by Long Xi because he missed him after Mokun lost his memory that day.

In the painting, there is a bright moon, and Mo Kun stands in the courtyard under the moon, his face is as plump as jade, and his body is free and easy. The elegance is peerless, and the star-like eyes are full of affection, as if they are looking at the dragon tide outside the painting, with a trace of charming sadness, as if they are telling lovesickness with their eyes.

And in the corner of the painting, someone inscribed a poem with a dignified but slightly jerky brush word, and the name of the seal was actually Mokun!

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

When Long Xi read this poem, he couldn't help choking.

She knew that Brother Kun had been practicing writing the earth's brush Chinese characters, but he had been hiding and practicing, not letting Long Xi see his crooked brush characters, saying that he wanted to wait for the day of practice to surprise Long Xi!

Brother Kun, what do I want to use to repay your affection? I only wish to hold the hand of the king and grow old with my son!

Long Xi walked to the rosewood desk with tears, spread out the painting, pressed it with a jade paperweight carved from mutton fat white jade, and then put down the pen like a cloud of smoke, and added two lines of juanxiu Xiaokai under the small poem: how to bear it when it is strong, and there is no complaint in the depths of love.

"What are you writing about?" Mokun had somehow stood behind her and hugged her from behind.

Long Xi said softly: "This is my favorite poem by Nalan Rongruo!"

Mo Kun said as he whispered in her ear: "Your handwriting is better than mine! When will you teach me to write? I want to see you every day, accompany you to draw and write, plant flowers and drink tea, even if I don't do anything, I am satisfied!"

Long Xi's ears were all red, like a piece of tomato.

Happiness and sweetness rippled into a brilliant wave in her heart.

Mo Kun said affectionately: "When I first saw this painting, I understood your thoughts, I understand, what it feels like when you are hopelessly waiting for an amnesiac person......

Lowering my eyes, a tear slipped out of the corner of Long Xi's eyes again......

Mo Kun raised his hand, wiped away her tears very gently, and said, "I swore to myself, with you for the rest of my life, I don't want you to shed tears of sadness again......"

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