Meng Jinghuai turned around, his gaze was firmly fixed on Shen Zhihe's face, inch by inch, the most greedy gaze, locked in the boundless mountains and rivers outside the heavy wall:

"You've lost weight."

The wind was strong and mournful, wantonly entering through the window, enveloping the pavilion.

Shen Zhihe's dark clouds fell slightly, Chun Dai lowered, her legs were sore, she held her eyes, rubbed her fingertips on the handkerchief, and covered her chest:

"Has Yun Xi's affairs been dealt with? Can you enter the palace? Have you seen your father and mother when you go home, they ......"

Before the words fell, Shen Zhihe only felt a pain in his arm, and Meng Jinghuai suddenly hugged her into his arms, blocking Shen Zhihe's chattering words.

"Ah He, when are you going not to think about this?"

Meng Jinghuai said in a deep voice, with a little indignation, he hugged the person tightly, lowered his eyes to look, and saw Shen Zhihe's eyes were red and his face was full of tears, Meng Jinghuai's heart ached, and his tone softened a little, he continued:

"You are sad, you are sad, endure in front of others, I can understand, but in my place, you don't have to pretend to be strong and force yourself to deal with those things."

"Because you are my business, you are my reason."

Shen Zhihe was pressed tightly against Meng Jinghuai's chest, his delicate cheeks rubbed against the hard armor, and he could feel almost every beating of Meng Jinghuai's heart, he said it very slowly, but very hard, and it sounded in her ears.

"You ......"

Shen Zhihe lowered her eyes and swallowed the surging thoughts, she wanted to say something, moved her lips, but it was like being swallowed by chaff.

"Yun Xi has been leveled, I have also entered the palace to worship Emperor Wei, and I came here to see you after Shen Xiangyun."

Meng Jinghuai sighed softly, and still answered according to her question, he hugged Shen Zhihe, hung his head in her hair, and was trapped in it, thinking about it for many days.

Shen Zhihe unloaded her strength, abandoned her complicated thoughts, and felt that the slightest pain in the corner of her forehead had dissipated, so she leaned on Meng Jinghuai quietly, and did not push away:

"I see."

She coveted this moment of Songxi.

"I know you can't send your birth mother—"

Meng Jinghuai clasped Shen Zhihe's slender waist, and couldn't help but be depressed in his heart, and he rolled out the words from his throat, trying to let the light swallow the darkness:

"Ah He, I've sent it for you."

The sound of the rain is dripping, washing away the dust of the world, and the traveling geese are soaring, suddenly feeling everything, not more than a moment.

Shen Zhihe's body stiffened, tears overflowed his eyes, and they spilled into the armor of the person in front of him, and his thoughts were like rain horns, and they never stopped-

Meng Jinghuai rushed back to Huai'an, first entered the palace to tell Emperor Wei, and then went to Shen to get along with him to ask for permission, and then pinched the time to send his biological mother Wei for Shen Zhihe on the last journey.

He thought of everything.

He had everything arranged.

Shen Zhihe doesn't like to cry, she is afraid of embarrassment, afraid of exposing her weakness to Qiu Yun, hiding her vulnerability, carefully, for fear that others will catch her to make up for it.

But now, at this moment, her heart is full of tears, and she is really full of tears.

The pear blossoms bring rain, and the water is still and sunny, carrying the cold of early winter.

"You ......"

Shen Zhihe's voice trembled, his towering nose was red, and layers of ripples appeared under his eyes, stirring the sky of the lake.

"I want to thank her for giving birth to you and raising you," Meng Jinghuai put his hands on Shen Zhihe's shoulders, his eyes were facing each other, his eyes were full of obscurity and pity, "Otherwise, I would never know in my life, it turns out that Yaotai Xian'e came to the mortal world early in the morning." ”

The last osmanthus flower of Fuyao, the first plum of the year, and the color of the jade sand flying in the snow, are all his cranes.

Shen Zhihe hated her unstoppable tears like broken beads, she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at the deep gaze of the person in front of her, in those eyes, there was no difference between the sunny day and the deep sea.

Meng Jinghuai sighed softly, he raised his hand, bent down, and stroked Shen Zhihe's face that was more delicate than Hua Jiao, and the tears on it stained his fingertips, and they were hot, and they burned into Meng Jinghuai's heart.

He cherished the tears and wiped them away.

If you pluck it from this man's heart, you will only cut out a heartfelt bruise of infatuation.

"I miss you so much."

Shen Zhihe heard him say so.

The cold and gentle fingertips roamed over her face, Shen Zhihe's eyes welled up with tears, she mustered up the courage to raise her red and swollen eyes, and the water waves were light, reflecting that she was the only one.

Meng Jinghuai's eyes are like black clouds rushing over the reef of destruction, there is a faint light fluttering in the lighthouse, the thunder is thousands of peaks, thousands of peaks are stacked, and the last bit of thick ink in the night will be drowned in the sky of Jiangming.

It was her dawn.

The cocoon chrysalis, which had been curling up, gently broke a small opening.

"Okay," Meng Jinghuai straightened up and opened his voice in a hoarse voice, "Ying'er said that you haven't eaten for a long time, so let's use some." ”

Meng Jinghuai clenched his ten fingers into a fist and pinched his palm fiercely, before slowly pushing Shen Zhihe away, the moment of the void filled his arms, Meng Jinghuai grabbed Shen Zhihe's hand, and the moment he touched the slender jade wrist, his eyebrows became a river for a moment.

It's so thin that it can break off with a slight turn.

But Meng Jinghuai didn't say anything in the end, he suppressed the dryness in his heart, turned around, and wanted to take Shen Zhihe to the outer pavilion to pass the meal.

But after walking less than two steps, as soon as he lifted the white tent with his hand, a light trilling sound came from behind him, which made him pause in an instant, and the overwhelming tide filled his heart and eyes-

“…… Will you protect me? ”

Shen Zhihe's eyelashes were wet, and she said very softly, but she was also extremely steady.

The torrential rain that had been falling outside for a few days seemed to have stopped, and the sunlight of the four fields gradually closed in, and through the window lattice, it swept into the pavilion, and a light fell that was neither light nor heavy.

Meng Jinghuai turned his head sharply.

His eyes were full of surprise and ecstasy, and he trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but he was afraid that he was hallucinating, which made Shen Zhihe look at the tip of his nose again.

This is the young man she dreamed of.

It was her dawn.

The cocoon chrysalis, which had been curling up, gently broke a small opening.

"Okay," Meng Jinghuai straightened up and opened his voice in a hoarse voice, "Ying'er said that you haven't eaten for a long time, so let's use some." ”

Meng Jinghuai clenched his ten fingers into a fist and pinched his palm fiercely, before slowly pushing Shen Zhihe away, the moment of the void filled his arms, Meng Jinghuai grabbed Shen Zhihe's hand, and the moment he touched the slender jade wrist, his eyebrows became a river for a moment.

It's so thin that it can break off with a slight turn.

But Meng Jinghuai didn't say anything in the end, he suppressed the dryness in his heart, turned around, and wanted to take Shen Zhihe to the outer pavilion to pass the meal.

But after walking less than two steps, as soon as he lifted the white tent with his hand, a light trilling sound came from behind him, which made him pause in an instant, and the overwhelming tide filled his heart and eyes-

“…… Will you protect me? ”

Shen Zhihe's eyelashes were wet, and she said very softly, but she was also extremely steady.

The torrential rain that had been falling outside for a few days seemed to have stopped, and the sunlight of the four fields gradually closed in, and through the window lattice, it swept into the pavilion, and a light fell that was neither light nor heavy.

Meng Jinghuai turned his head sharply.

His eyes were full of surprise and ecstasy, and he trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but he was afraid that he was hallucinating, which made Shen Zhihe look at the tip of his nose again.

This is the young man she dreamed of.