Gu Jingzhi walked towards Qingluo, reached out to touch her cheek, and when he saw that his hand had just been washed and still exuded a little heat, he shook his head again, and walked upstairs quickly.

When she came down again, she had changed into a pale blue robe, and when she saw the full number of seats in Luo, she could only sit opposite her.

Qingluo blinked, and then looked at Gu Jingzhi, who was dressed in a home robe with a plain color and only embroidered with a little dark pattern.

He sat across from him, his black hair scattered across his broad back, and only a wooden hairpin in a half-erected bun.

With his hands on his knees, his handsome eyebrows looked at her calmly, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, his eyes were as light as the moonlight, and gentle.

The face is like a beautiful jade, and the eyes are like a star.

In front of himself, he will always be sharp and warm as jade.

Qingluo lowered her eyes and smiled, she always liked him, whether it was cold and hard or warm, or gentle and strong, she loved him.

A small wind pot was set up on the dining table, and slices of meat and various greens were put in, bubbling and gurgling.

There was also a large pot of bones and meat on the table, and occasionally I ate too many steaming dishes in the wind pot.

Sandwich a little frozen bones, the mouth is cold and faded, and there is a fragrant flavor that spreads out, which has a unique taste.

In the cold winter, his appetite was even more open, and Gu Jingzhi watched Qingluo eat a bowl and a half of rice with a smile in his eyes, and he was very satisfied.

I also thought about the meat that was pickled and hung in the cellar, and there were a lot of whole chickens and ducks, but I was tired of eating too much.

You still can't go out to hunt less, you can hunt some fresh animals back, so that eating can nourish your body better.

Now that Arlo is even colder in winter, he has to hunt more prey whose flesh can nourish his qi and blood.

Gu Jingzhi in the afternoon finally seized the opportunity to put Qingluo on another empty seat of the Arhat bed and sat with her again.

Although the man is not as soft as the soft pillow, it is hotter.

It's as if the whole person is wrapped in a hot but not hot warm bag.

Qingluo did needlework and embroidered some moire patterns on the sides of his sleeves.

Generally, Gu Jingzhi does not embroider other patterns when making clothes, at most he shows off a little moire, and he feels that embroidering too much is adding to the snake.

Gu Jingyi knew that this was made for himself when he saw it, and his heart was bubbling with sweetness, but he had to say not to be tired.

Qingluo said angrily: "You're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, you don't know that I see you wearing thin clothes every day, I always feel cold and panicked for you!" ”

Saying that, Qingluo cut a piece of cloth with scissors, sewed two more pieces at the elbow, and the sleeves had to be connected with another layer, which was the most abrasive fabric.

Gu Jingzhi touched his nose and didn't dare to speak more.

Arlo always felt that he would be cold, and because of this, he had already worn an extra piece of clothing this winter, but he didn't expect Arlo to still think that he was wearing less.

There is a warm kang burning in the house, and there is a charcoal basin, which is really not cold.

But Arlo said that the cold wind was blowing outside, and a cold air would pass through his feet from the ground.

He felt that the room was a little stuffy and cooler outside.

But he was afraid that as soon as he said this, Qingluo heard that if the charcoal plate was extinguished, he would have nowhere to cry, so he could only acquiesce.

Qingluo didn't know that her behavior had become a kind of coldness, called your wife thinks you are cold.

After a few more days, the robe was completed, and it was in the style of a pale blue robe.

Darkly placed inside, Gu Jingzhi put on this simple, elegantly colored robe, and his tall and majestic figure was just right.

It has also removed a bit of coldness and hardness, and it is even more handsome and plump, with calm eyebrows and eyes.

Qingluo looked through the half-open wooden door and watched Gu Jingzhi come from outside, with fluttering sleeves and fluttering clothes.

The ground of the courtyard is covered with a thin layer of cold white ice, and sometimes frost and snow fall lightly from the gray sky.

He is like an immortal who stepped into the sky, and like an elegant hermit who has returned to the mountain garden.

Gu Jingzhi entered the house, closed the wooden door sideways, sat on the warm couch, and took off his shoes.

If the rock rock is independent, if the lone pine is independent, the puppet will collapse if the jade mountain will collapse.

This verse came to Qingluo's mind.

She leaned over, her elbows resting on the padded table, her hands on her cheeks, her eyes shining.

Gu Jingzhi also leaned over, different from Qingluo's clear eyes, but with appreciation.

And Gu Jingzhi looked at Qingluo fixedly, his hand touched the warm and delicate skin, and his deep eyes swelled with obscurity.

Qingluo suddenly gave him a fierce look, and now he is also an "old husband and wife", who doesn't know that the untimely and dirty thoughts that arise in his mind.

In the afternoon, I naturally only thought about it, so I could only sit there honestly.

But at night, it was freezing outside, the mountain wind was howling, and a strong breath gushed out of the closed and warm bedroom.

A faint moan, spilling out of the closed wooden door, hazy, looming, incomparably reverie.

After a long time of clouds and rain, Qingluo's pretty face was charming, and his sideburns were scattered and snuggled in Gu Jingzhi's generous arms.

The whole body was soft and seemed to have no bones, and it took a few moments of breath before it slowly calmed down.

Only then did Gu Jingzhi get up, casually picked up the robe at the end of the bed and draped it on his body.

Walk to the corner outside the wooden door, where there is a stove with bamboo charcoal burning underneath, and warm water in the stove.

The cloth cushion lifted the stove, poured a cup of hot water, and then took out a piece of caramel from the wooden shelf in the storage room outside, threw it into the cup and shook it, and it quickly melted.

Pushing open the wooden door and walking in, Gu Jingzhi's shoulders shook, and his robe fell.

Gu Jingzhi quickly got into bed, picked up Qingluo and sat up half-on his own, and the quilt was pulled up.

Qingluo lazily half-closed the reddened peach blossom eyes at the end of his eyes, and Gu Jingzhi carefully fed a small half cup.

With a tilt of his head again, Gu Jingzhi's warm fingertips wiped the water stains on her lips, and he drank the remaining hot sugar water in one go.

As soon as the empty porcelain cup was placed, the person who was paralyzed on him was hugged in the quilt and laid down.

Gu Jingzhi leaned over and kissed Qingluo's ruddy lips, hugged her tightly, and the two fell asleep together.

When he woke up early in the morning, Qingluo closed his eyes and touched the side, it was already empty, but it was not cold, it was still warm.

She shrunk into the quilt, rolled around the quilt, and then heard footsteps, her hair sticking out of her head, and her moist eyes open.

I saw Gu Jingzhi holding a wooden plate.

Qingluo stretched his neck, and saw a bowl of barley and red date porridge on a wooden plate, and another small bowl with two small buns and a small steamed bun.

Then a plate of diced radish, shredded radish and a little dried plum vegetables.

Qingluo smiled and frowned, Gu Jingzhi put the wooden plate on the low cabinet on the kang first, took off his shoes, took off his robe, and sat on the bed.

He put his hands under Qingluo's armpits, lifted her under the covers, and moved her in front of him, his two long legs trapping her.

Qingluo sat in Gu Jingzhi's arms, his eyebrows were smiling.

Gu Jingzhi stretched out his long hand, lifted the small wooden table by the kang, and placed it in front of the two of them.

Qingluo stepped on it with two hands, and was immediately held by Gu Jingyi's hand and stuffed back into the bed.

Qingluo muttered, "It's not cold when your hands are outside." ”

Gu Jingzhi: "But it's going to be cold, and then it's going to be cold." ”

"Okay~~ Then you can only feed me."

Gu Jingzhi's eyebrows lowered, looked at the top of Qingluo's head, and said happily: "Naturally, I feed Aluo." ”

The wooden tray was placed on the table, and Gu Jingzhi took a wrinkled sip for Qingluo.

At this time, Qingluo saw that there was a wet towel on the wooden tray, which was steaming.

Gu Jingzhi put down the thick porridge, supported Qingluo's head with one hand, and gently wiped her face with a soft towel.

Suddenly, Qingluo felt that the whole person was refreshed, buried his head, stretched out his hand a little, and patted his smooth and tender face.

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