The sun was just right, mottled light and shadow leaked between the branches, sprinkled on the shoulders with a slight temperature, Bai Qianfan stood dumbfounded, watching Mo Rongmian spread a blanket on the grass like a trick, took out an oily paper bag from the food box and opened it, it was actually full of snacks, he put things in place, and took out a small red clay stove, hit the silver charcoal inside with flint, put a small pot on it, and actually boiled tea in the open air.

After all this was done, he looked up and saw Bai Qianfan stupidly there, and smiled slightly, "What are you in a daze, sit down, are you hungry?" ”

Bai Qianfan thought that Murong Mian took her out to eat, but when she went out of the city, she wondered, because she was angry with him, she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, and thought she would be hungry, but she didn't expect him to be all ready, I can't help but say that it was a surprise, and the way he squatted on the ground and did things seriously made her feel warm in her heart, and there was a vague inexplicable touch, he was really good to her, so good that sometimes she would forget his identity.

Bai Qianfan often eats in the open air, but there is no such pomp, and the food is steamed buns and wotou, and it is good to drink saliva and drink, and he has never had the luxury of drinking hot.

She sat down and smiled with crooked eyebrows, "The prince is so thoughtful, and you won't have to worry about going hungry when you go out with the prince in the future." ”

Murong Mian glanced at her, "It looks like you've been hungry." He brought her a chestnut cake, "Eat, and give you tea after eating." ”

Bai Qianfan is also sensible, how can he let the prince serve him, while eating, he leaned over to take care of the stove, saw the water boiling, and hurriedly prepared the tea cup, scalded it with water before putting the tea leaves, Murong Mian did not stop it, sat upright, and looked very useful.

After she made tea, she respectfully handed it over, "Lord Wang, please drink tea." He chuckled slightly, as if something was wrong. He took the tea and skimmed the tea foam casually, "Don't call the prince in the future." ”

"What's that called?"

Murong Mian was silent for a moment, and the words husband rolled around in his mouth, but finally he didn't spit it out, and said, "It's the same as the red women, let's call the master." ”

"It's called close, right, no wonder the two sisters have been calling the prince master."

Murong Mian didn't answer directly, he preferred her to call him husband than his master, they were husband and wife, but they had such an inexplicable relationship now, of course, the culprit of all this was himself, and now he couldn't cry or laugh when he devoured this bitter fruit.

Eating snacks and drinking tea, basking in the sun and blowing the wind, there was a faint smell of flowers and grass in the air, Bai Qianfan stretched his body, leaned back with his hands on the ground, his small body was pulled out of a graceful arc, Murong Mian glanced quickly at her chest, his eyes were staggered, and a trace of red clouds floated on his face.

Eating and drinking enough and basking in the warm autumn sun, this feels too comfortable, Bai Qianfan simply lay down and pillowed a hand behind his head, I used to hear that you can have a picnic when you go out, but I didn't expect that autumn can also be. The sun shone on her face, she covered it with her hands, opened her palms slightly, the sunlight leaked from her fingers, reflecting the light and shadow on her face, she kept changing her gestures, and had a lot of fun.

Murong Mian lay down quietly, holding one arm to look at her, his eyes full of pampering. Such a little girl, who doesn't know how to be a scholar, doesn't know how to be a woman, and doesn't understand the rules, but he was fascinated and fascinated, it's incredible to think about it.

After playing for a while, she was probably tired, closed her eyes and turned slightly sideways to recuperate, Murong Mian put her hands behind her head, the top of her head was dense branches and leaves, looking out through the gaps, the blue sky in the distance, the white clouds floated on it, as soft as a vegetarian brocade in summer. The sky is high and wide, there is a beloved woman lying beside her, her gentle breathing rings in her ears, there is a faint fragrance in the air, and Murong Mian's heart has never been so full. He crept over, moved her head into the crook of his arm, pulled the cloak over it, and closed his own eyes.

I don't know how long later, a bird flew away from the branch, Bai Qianfan suddenly flicked open his eyelids, and found himself lying in the crook of Murong Mian's arm, the man breathed lightly and evenly, and seemed to sleep soundly. She felt a little embarrassed, although the relationship with Murong Mian is getting closer and closer, but it is not good to sleep together like this, after all, there is a difference between men and women. She didn't dare to alarm him, and little by little she moved to the side, and with great difficulty moved herself out of the crook of his arm, stroked her forehead, and let out a long breath.

Murong Mian closed her eyes, the satisfaction in her heart slowly became empty with her departure, she was rejecting him, getting close to him, but never crossing the bottom line, she had her criteria.

Far away, Bai Qianfan got up lightly from the ground, stretched his waist, and walked out of the woods, Murong Mian waited for her to go far before sitting up, rubbing his face, and began to clean up the things on the ground.

When he was about to finish cleaning up, Bai Qianfan came back, "Lord Wang, you're awake." ”

He snorted, took his things and put them away, "Let's go." ”

"Where are you going?"

He didn't speak, only raised his chin, and walked towards the mountain, Bai Qianfan followed behind, looking very excited, Murong Mian rarely had time to take her out to play in the mountains and rivers, how could he not be happy. But walking and walking, she felt that something was wrong, she didn't seem to be a stranger to this place, looking around carefully, she suddenly quickened her pace, and walked along the mountain road, although she looked weak, but she walked on the mountain road very steadily, turned right on the last slope, and went around behind the big tree, and suddenly opened up in front of her, and the memory was not the same as before, a magnificent tomb appeared in front of her.

She rubbed her eyes, a little incredulous, and looked blankly with her mouth half-open, Murong Mian didn't know when she arrived at her side, and patted her on the shoulder, "Didn't you ask me to bring you a long time ago, why are you stunned." ”

Bai Qianfan swallowed her throat, and when she raised her foot, she seemed to weigh a thousand catties, she walked over step by step, she was already in tears, and knelt down when she arrived, "Nurse, Qianfan sees you coming." ”

I wanted to go on again, but it was like choking in my throat, and only the cry of wow was left. Murong Mian stood silently aside, but his heart was knotted, knowing that she would cry, but seeing her sad and crying, he was really sad in his heart. He didn't try to persuade her, let her cry, and when she cried enough, she was relieved.

Or the year when the nurse died, she spent money, begged someone, only to know that the nurse was buried here, the first seven, she secretly went out of the house, bought ingots candles, took a big car to the suburbs, and searched for a long time to find the small grave.

That day, she sat on the grave for a long time, first crying, and then chattering, saying that after the nurse left, her life was not miserable, and she had to live a life, so that the nurse could rest assured that she could take care of herself. Speaking of the back, as if she had persuaded herself, she became more and more confident, threw aside her reluctance and sadness, wiped away her tears, and went down the mountain with her chest held high, she vowed to build a magnificent grave for the nurse in the future, and erected a tombstone of Black Rock, with the words of gold clay painted on the tombstone, but she never thought that she had done nothing, but Murong Mian had already done everything for her.