"I have a heart."

Shen Zhihe's face froze, the willow leaves drooped low, but the bottom of her eyes was as deep as a pool, she raised her wrist and twisted the cherry blossoms in Meng Jinghuai's palm.

Her slender fingertips lightly swept over Meng Jinghuai's palm, which had been sharpened with a layer of calluses due to years of holding the sword, Meng Jinghuai's eyes were half dark, causing a tremor in the tip of her heart.

Seeing this, Ying'er consciously took a few steps back, looked at her nose and nose, and did not dare to raise her head to disturb.

"You're used to sweet and sour." Meng Jinghuai withdrew his knuckle-knuckled palm, and his words paused slightly.

The fresh and ripe red fu color is evenly distributed on the skin of the cherry blossoms, the skin of this fruit is also smooth, and the entrance is bright, Shen Zhihe is full of sweetness, and it is very greasy.

Meng Jinghuai watched her movements, and when Shen Zhihe pressed the cherry blossoms against his red lips, a few traces of color flashed in his eyes.

"When my father and they have rested, they will arrive in Luoyang in about two or three hours." His eyes were scorching, and they were all the reflections of Shen Zhihe.

"It's rare for you to remember that I love sweet and sour," Shen Zhihe covered his lips with a handkerchief, still lowering his eyebrows, "I'll be on the road later, you don't have to accompany me, go on horseback." ”

"You're avoiding me again."

Meng Jinghuai's eyes dimmed instantly, like eating bones in his throat, he stepped forward, grabbed Shen Zhihe's wrist, pressed it against his heart, and forced her to face herself, rarely showing her lust, "Ah He!" Why do you have to do this? ”

Shen Zhihe's heart froze suddenly, she subconsciously looked around, Ying'er stood a few feet away to control the wind for them, and the corner was a dead end, so she relaxed a little.

"Meng Jinghuai!"

Between the two of them, Shen Zhihe couldn't break free of Meng Jinghuai's hand with all the strength of his body, and his grip on her wrist hurt, and she instantly turned red, and she exhaled in a low voice.

"Shen Zhihe, you look into my eyes!" Meng Jinghuai rarely called her full name, he raised Shen Zhihe's jaw, his eyes pondered her eyebrows, and he whispered, "What are you afraid of?" ”

After years of delusions, I can't suppress it, and I can't hide the grinding of Sauvignon Blanc, Meng Jinghuai is warm and soft, but the rest of the bones are mottled.

From the first sight of fourteen to the present four years, it is an outbreak of forbearance.

"You always like to say that you are happy with me," Shen Zhihe saw that he couldn't break free, and he stopped struggling, his eyes were facing each other, and the bloodshot in the eyes of the person in front of him stinged her heart, and the tip of her nose was sour, "What do you like about me?" ”

"You should ask me what I don't like about you." Meng Jinghuai let go of his hand, stroked the face that he had been thinking about day and night, and fell between her eyebrows, which had broken her own Wukong Dao.

His tone is gentle, just like the old years.

"Ah He," Meng Jinghuai hugged Shen Zhihe's soft waist, holding Hongchen, and also the karma in his heart, "I don't like your arbitrariness, I don't like your evasion, you haven't given me another chance, how do you know that I can't protect you?" ”

The aftermath vibrated and smashed into Shen Zhihe's heart word by word.

Shen Zhihe's eyes were already half red, and the corners of her eyes were smeared with a daughter's red, and she raised her eyes and endured it several times before she let the tears fall: "Meng Jinghuai ......"

"I don't want to hear that."

Meng Jinghuai intercepted what Shen Zhihe wanted to say, wiped away half of her tears, and frowned, with a lot of tenderness, none of them were as boundless as him:

"Give me a chance, we can go back, just like we did in Lanruo Temple."

The bright breeze blew Shen Zhihe's hair, waving a wave of remnants of time, and her familiar and gentle eyes almost made her indulge.

It's a pity that the wind also woke up her mind.

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes, she was held in Meng Jinghuai's arms, and Meng Jing's hand around her waist was very tight, as if she was embracing the love of the world and the moon in her arms.

"Meng Jinghuai ......"

Shen Zhihe muttered, I don't know if she was calling him, or recalling something, she gently pressed her forehead against Meng Jinghuai's heart, knock, knock, the heartbeat was extremely clear, but it was only for this moment.

Meng Jinghuai's heart was filled with ecstasy in an instant, and he was about to say something, but the next moment he was pulled away by the person in his arms and sent into the cold winter.

"You have to remember that your surname is Meng." Shen Zhihe slowly raised his hand, and lifted Meng Jinghuai's hand on his waist inch by inch, as if he was using all his strength, and then his eyes were clear, and he left his arms:

"It's true to remember the affection you first met, it's good for you and me."

Meng Jinghuai felt that she left her arms little by little, and took half a step back, stepping between them at that time, it was a gap between the spring and autumn of four years.

"Ah He, you still don't believe me." Meng Jinghuai's face sank, and the warmth in his palms remained.

Shen Zhihe's eyes were soaked with tears, her eyes were blurry, she wiped it away, and the afternoon sun sprinkled down, stinging her eyes.

What a beautiful day.

"I often say that your eyes are soul-stunning, and you will have to charm a few girls in the future," the breeze gently rolled up the corners of her skirt, Shen Zhihe's voice was hoarse, and looking at his eyebrows and eyes, it was a rare memory.

Meng Jinghuai was silent, just looking at her.

"But Ah Huai, you shouldn't be me in your eyes."

Shen Zhihe's lips opened lightly, and she spit out a long-lost title, but what she said was a cool word, she lowered her voice, and only entered Meng Jinghuai's ears: "Everyone else says that people who are full of children and daughters in their eyes can't cover the world." ”

The last two words are heavy, which can be regarded as explicit.

The most incomprehensible thing in the world is the word love, which grinds people's hearts and hurts people's hearts.

It is a lifetime when it moves.

"I'll protect you."

In the middle of the sound, Meng Jinghuai tore his voice and opened his mouth, his eyes were like torches, and he couldn't find out the sadness and joy, but he could only see the perseverance in it.

"I'm more sober than you." Shen Zhihe sighed slightly, his eyelashes twitching, "I don't dream." ”

The sigh is immeasurable, no matter how it is cut, in the final analysis, it is just an idiot.

Ying'er stepped forward quickly to break the deadlock, lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the two, and only said, "Young master, madam, someone is coming." ”

Meng Jinghuaixing's eyes stirred, he glanced at Shen Zhihe deeply, turned around and left, and stepped back to the post station.

"Madam......" Ying'er looked at Shen Zhihe's red eyes worriedly, and also contained a wave of spiritual water, "You don't have to be sad, but you quarreled with the young master?" ”

She was far away, and her attention was focused on checking whether there were people around, so she saw Meng Jinghuai and Shen Zhihe pulling, but she didn't hear anything.

"Nothing."

Shen Zhihe brushed his messy hair behind his ears, and the pain in his eyes disappeared with the cool breeze, and no one else could even find a trace.

Her voice was astringent, knowing that her appearance was not suitable for seeing people, so she raised her handkerchief to hide her complexion: "Follow me back to the carriage to tidy up my makeup." ”

Ying'er Nuonuo only answered yes, and cautiously carried Shen Zhihe out.

After getting his makeup done in the carriage, Shen Zhihe looked at himself in the small square bronze mirror and couldn't see anything, so he made up his mind.

Suddenly there was a shouting sound outside, Shen Zhihe lifted the small curtain tent, and saw an old man holding a bamboo pole, which was full of sugar people and rock sugar gourds.

Shen Zhihe shook his heart until Ying'er came in with a sugar gourd, with a smile on her face: "Madame loves to eat rock sugar gourds the most, the slave maid bought a bunch, don't be sad." ”

With that, he handed the sugar gourd to her.

Shen Zhihe took it in a daze, took a bite, the sweetness of the rock sugar crumbs and the slight acidity of the hawthorn flesh were mixed together, with the warmth of spring, but she only felt bitter.

Ying'er stared at her: "Is it delicious?" ”

Shen Zhihe nodded lightly, she muttered, but her eyes were hazy again, and it was blurry:

"It's delicious."

The red marks on his wrist have not faded, and Meng Jinghuai's strength at that time can be seen, and Shen Zhihe wore tourmaline beads and strung down his wrist to cover it up.

She gently chewed the sugar gourd in her mouth, and her eyes fell on the string of beads.

The Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are delusional, and the cause and effect are all thought of as karma.

What she tasted now was fruit, and the bitterness in it was known only to herself.