3.

In the pavilion, a pair of teenagers about ten years old walked in, with flat eyebrows, narrow and long Danfeng, a little ripple in the eyes, microwave vertical and horizontal, when looking at her, the slightest emotion oozes.

Although Gu Wei closed her eyes pretending to sleep, she knew who was coming when she listened to the voice, she didn't bother to raise her eyes to take a look, and her left hand holding the pu fan shook without a match, "The prince of Pingyang has been a little idle recently!" This month, my Chang'an Mansion is the seventh time to entertain the prince, right? ”

The young man was not annoyed when he heard her unkind words, picked up the chair closest to her, patted the ashes and sat down, the cold night wind blew down the peach blossoms in front of a tree pavilion, and by the wind, a few petals fell on his mopping moon-white robe.

He bent down to pick it up, clasped his palms in the palm of his hand, and sprinkled it from her head, itching her face, she sat up from the couch with some annoyance, "Shizi is this, are you joking with Gu Wai?" ”

The boy laughed, "Yes! Can my sister rejoice? ”

She brushed off her peach blossoms in disgust, "I don't like it, very, no, happy, happy." ”

"What my sister doesn't like, is it this flower, or is it my brother?" Words are all my pity.

Her words followed, "I don't like flowers, I don't like Shizi, I don't like it even more," poked her head closer to his face a little bit, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, and the smile was sarcastic, "I don't like Shizi's affectionate eyes even more." ”

"Oh," he laughed, and asked into her eyes, "that sister, are you going to rip it up?" Jiyun's light tone seemed to be discussing with her what to eat tonight, pasta or rice!

Gu Wei is also a ruthless character, when he heard the words, he pulled out the last hosta from his head, and was about to stab him in the eye, but he didn't hide and sat upright, and the corners of his mouth were a shallow smile.

Staring at the tip of the hairpin a stone's throw away, he asked, "Why didn't my sister stab?" In troubled times, soft-heartedness is the most important problem. ”

She took back the hairpin, hid it in her wrist sleeve, and asked him, "The prince of the world likes it is obviously not Gu Wei, but why do you stare at me affectionately?" ”

The young man got up from the chair, took out the hosta from her wrist sleeve, slowly sat down beside her, stroked her hanging green silk with his hand, twisted two strands of fingers from his ear into a bun on the top of his head, and used the hairpin to hold it steadily.

"My sister's hair really looks like my aunt," he turned to her, "and her eyebrows and eyes are like them, and even this little temper is really like it." ”

"If my aunt is still here,,,

"How can it still be? My aunt is gone, only my sister, only my sister, cry, don't worry, I will always protect you, and my brother will always protect my sister. In this world, there is no one who can kill you. ”

Grabbing his hands and pinching his wrists, Gu Wei suddenly turned around and grabbed him, but leaned against the couch, "Who is the aunt in your mouth?" But my mother? ”

In the midst of the pressure, he stretched out a hand and touched her eyes with his index finger, "Crying looks like my aunt!" ”

"You like my mother?" Gu Wai looked at him and asked.