Yan Jue didn't speak, but picked up Chen Wangshu horizontally, and Bai Ci on the side hurriedly took a cloak and covered her body.

The previous situation was too crisis, Chen Wangshu dealt with it wholeheartedly, where could he pay attention to the side, but at this time, he was shocked to feel cold, especially the bare feet, which were frozen like ice mounds.

"Little grandfather, you can also put on a robe!" Bai Porcelain took Yan Jue's cloak and asked with concern.

Yan Jue shook his head, "Take a few more braziers and put them in the study next door." This house is uninhabitable, so Orange Wu cleaned it up. Prepare some hot water, ginger soup, don't let your girl catch a cold. Cook some soothing soup. ”

Bai Porcelain nodded, "The slave knows." The slave has already been ordered, and there is no need to make a noise about this......"

When Yan Jue heard this, he glanced at the white porcelain in surprise, "Just hand over the person to Orange Wu." You did a good job, tell Chen Fu, don't worry, this is not the first time, and naturally it is not the last. ”

After Yan Jue finished speaking, he dodged, hugged Chen Wangshu and walked to the study next door.

This study is Yan Jue's habitual use, and there are beds and ready-made bedding in it, but it is clean. Bai Porcelain moved quickly, and after a while, he sent a brazier, as well as the things Yan Jue ordered, and some food.

She arranged everything, as if she sensed the strange atmosphere in the house, quietly closed the door, and went out to clean up the aftermath.

"Let's have a bowl of ginger soup first. It's not as good as before, if you get caught in the cold, you won't be able to do it, and your life will be lost. You have to pay extra attention. ”

Chen Wangshu obediently took the bowl and took a big sip, the warm ginger syrup was in his stomach, and even his stomach was warm. As soon as she was about to open her mouth, she saw Yan Jue reach out and push Tang Pozi towards her feet.

"The cold starts from the feet."

"Put on your clothes, too!" Chen Wangshu looked at Yan Jue's eyes, he didn't dodge, his eyes were still so clear, as if the sun had penetrated the bottom of the lake.

Yan Juesi slowly put on his clothes, sat down in front of the brazier, took a piece of glutinous rice and sandwiched it with small tongs, and burned it on the charcoal fire. The glutinous rice is white and tender, and when it is burned with fire, it will bulge up and become round, like a little white pig that has been blown out.

The light of the fire reflected on his face, and his whole body softened.

"Here you go, poke it!" Yan Jue said, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and handed them to Chen Wangshu.

Chen Wangshu was stunned for a moment, her hand holding the ginger soup bowl tightened, and she looked like it was really like this, she said angrily: "Qin Zhen, you really know me for a long time?" Then I said that my name is Zhao Qing, and you are still ...... Who are you? ”

"I don't like to eat glutinous rice cakes, but I like to puncture the glutinous rice cakes that others have baked, and I feel very healing when I see the glutinous rice cakes bulge up and deflated again. Only those who know me well know about it! ”

"I haven't said it in any interviews or in public. Because when I was a child, my mother always didn't cook, and when my father came back late from work, he would give me baked glutinous rice to eat. When he saw that I was annoyed, he asked me to poke and play......"

"I loved it when I was a kid, and when I grew up, I didn't even want to see it. It's only when you're very, very angry that you ......."

"The last time I was in the cemetery of the Muxi clan, you called me Song Qing, right? At that time, I heard it in a daze, because the voice was so familiar, and I couldn't figure out who it was for a while. ”

"At that time, I fell for the illusion again, and I thought it was my own fantasy. But today, I heard it so clearly, you say, Song Qing, Tang Pozi! ”

"The situation was so urgent at that time, you couldn't lie, what you said subconsciously was the most true."

Yan Jue sighed and looked at Chen Wangshu innocently, "Qingqing, why don't you poke a few more first, and I'll talk about it!" ”

Girl, I just know that you are angry, and I know that you are going to be mad. That's why I specially prepared something to relieve your anger, and I will poke it for you first!

Chen Wangshu snorted and looked at Yan Jue's side, this look was speechless.

This guy actually prepared a big bucket of glutinous rice cakes, she poked it until dawn, and she couldn't finish poking it, okay!

"What am I angry about? Don't I also say that I am a Hengdian trick? Half a catty to eight taels. It's just that you know me, I don't know you, it's too unfair! ”

Chen Wangshu said, stretching out his hand, "My name is Song Qing, and I am famous, so I don't need to introduce me." Now, it's your turn to introduce yourself! ”

Yan Jue sighed, grabbed Chen Wangshu's hand, and took her to poke the glutinous cake, neither of them spoke, and quietly watched it deflated and turned into a crumpled ball.

"And said you weren't angry. When you're angry, you like to say you're not angry. I like you very much, since I was a child, there has only been one you in my world. ”

"But there is no me in your world. At that time, I was thinking, Song Qing has worked hard enough, and I don't have to bring it anymore, as a burden. ”

Song Qing was stunned, no one had ever said that she had worked hard.

The girl who became rich overnight successfully became a big star, and won the actress, which is a good luck that others can't think of in their lives. Who mentioned her Song Qing didn't say a word, and every time she walked on the road, she stepped on a piece of shit!

Yan Jue thought about it, stood up, and walked to the table.

This table was full of books and words he had read and written these days.

Yan Jue gently stroked the top book cover, bent down, and took out a piece of paper from the porcelain bottle on the ground.

Compared with other framed paintings or characters, this crumpled piece of yellow paper looks quite stumbling, as if it was painted by the owner, and then crumpled into a ball and stuffed into a bottle.

He handed the piece of paper to Chen Wangshu and didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Chen Wangshu took it, opened it and looked at it, and was really shocked at this moment.

This painting, she has seen.

Blue sea, blonde hair, woman in white dress, drowning.

It's just that the painting she's seen is only half of it. This painting is half overwhelmed.

A little boy with black curly hair, sitting on the golden sand, the sun shining on his body, making his black hair give birth to the luster of seaweed.

He sat there, quietly watching the woman walk step by step towards the sea, neither happy nor sad. The wind blew and ruffled his hair, revealing his eyes, as clear as the bottom of a lake through which the sun had penetrated.

Chen Wangshu raised his head violently, and the eyes on the drawing paper coincided with Yan Jue's eyes, as if they were born to be a person.

"You painted the painting I picked up at the beach? The woman who walked to the sea......"

Yan Jue nodded, "It's me." Song Qing. ”