Looking at Liu Ziyan's sworn appearance, Mo Xiaoxiao still hesitated, she really couldn't call the shots, she was very embarrassed, after all, the current Xiaobao was the only trace of blood between Song Xiwan and Yang Zhe, if there was anything missing, how could this be good.

Liu Ziyan is also a smart woman, seeing Mo Xiaoxiao's hesitation, she said calmly: "Miss, Ziyan can understand your difficulties, this matter is just an idea of mine, Miss doesn't need to worry about this, Miss, you bathe first, I'll guard outside, if the water is cold, you call me, and I will heat the water for you." ”

Mo Xiaoxiao had no choice but to nod, she didn't know what to say, she looked into her eyes and saw that she was a little lost: "Well, okay." ”

Liu Ziyan withdrew from the room, and Mo Xiaoxiao took off her clothes and immersed herself in the warm water.

The white hot smoke swirled around the whole room, like a cloud in the early morning, the lamp in the room was warm yellow, like an orange lamp, a fairyland, quietly everywhere, her snow-white skin was wrapped in warm water, her hair was soaked and draped over her shoulders, and a few herbs were added to the bathtub to dispel the cold, and the faint herbs were like incense, like a whisper of love slipping through the tip of her nose.

She felt that her head was extremely heavy, thinking back to her journey, it seemed that nothing had changed, but many things could never go back to the past, she began to worry, maybe he would not come back, just like Wan'er's sister-in-law and her brother, a farewell is goodbye, many things seem to be still in time, but when you think about it seriously, you can't do anything.

She felt that she was really tired, she regretted a little, why she didn't agree to his proposal, so it caused such an ending, she even blamed herself for pretending to be reserved, some people once they missed, maybe forever.

I don't know how long the time has passed, like a murmuring water, there is silence everywhere, no one is listening, and even the sound of the wind is very far away, making people forget the time in a trance.

Liu Ziyan has been guarding outside the house, she didn't see Mo Xiaoxiao calling herself for a long time, she was a little anxious and shouted a few times inside, but there was no response after shouting, Liu Ziyan was afraid that it would be bad, and hurriedly rushed in without hesitation.

"Miss, Miss...!"

Liu Ziyan broke into the door, and as soon as she pushed the door open, she saw a strand of black hair floating in the huge bath bucket, floating on the water like a handful of duckweed, and the water surface was as calm as the Dead Sea, and the white flowers were sprinkled in the bath bucket, illuminating the black hair was particularly dazzling.

"Bang...!" When Liu Ziyan saw the scene in front of her, the basin she was holding in her hand fell to the ground at once, the basin was made of wood, and the water in it was poured on the ground and wet, and the wooden basin was also broken into several petals, and it looked like a torn murder scene on the ground.

Liu Ziyan was shocked, when she saw the scene in front of her, she panicked all of a sudden, first for a while, and then her eyes were bigger than the copper bell, and she hurriedly ran over, and she almost fell to the ground in a hurry, she felt that her legs and feet were so sore that she couldn't stand up straight, and staggered to the bath tub, stretched out her hand, and hurriedly dragged Mo Xiaoxiao and pulled her out of the water.

It was so funny that it was like fishing silky seaweed in the water, Liu Ziyan was so frightened that she couldn't say a word, and hurriedly dragged Mo Xiaoxiao out of the water, and she struggled to drag Mo Xiaoxiao from the huge bathtub to the floor.

Mo Xiaoxiao's whole body was already soaked, wet, like a rabbit that had fallen into the water and did not die, soft and wet, her black hair looked very weird at this time, like black aquatic plants, hanging on both sides of her chest and face at random.

She just lay there quietly motionless, her slightly pale skin blistered in the light of the light looked a little thorough, Liu Ziyan didn't even dare to look at her, she glanced at her with a slight tremble, and then glanced around, without saying a word, she hurriedly put the bed on the side, ripped off a pink sheet, and covered her last dignity.

"Miss...!" Liu Ziyan plucked up her courage, looked at her closed eyes, and called her out softly and tentatively.

She didn't say yes.

The lights in the room seemed to be less dazzling, her pale skin was lovely against the black hair, and the pink sheets on her body were like a gorgeous dress, making her more beautiful than usual.

Time is like a flower tree, even if we know that it has a cycle of four seasons, and we also know when it blooms, when it blooms, but you can never know exactly how lonely it is when the first flower blooms, how lost it is when the last flower is gone, you just witness its glorious bloom and indifferent ending, the rest you don't care, but it is really looking at you over, it will never tell you its changes, it will only use things to prove that people are not the same as they used to be, Today is not the same as yesterday, and tomorrow will always be tomorrow.

It was as if she had slept and had long, long dreams in which everything went in the direction she liked or disliked.

In the early morning, the sunshine, the breeze, and the fragrance of flowers blew faintly, through the window lattice, through the lace curtain cloth, and the unfinished tea on the table, slowly blowing gently and gently on the face.

Dressed in black, a back that is too familiar to be more familiar, an old book, a long back stretched by the sun is reflected on the ground, and a side face that is as delicate as a knife......

The fragrance of tea, the fragrance of peach blossoms is sandwiched with a few traces of pear blossoms, but the most intense is not these, it is a sweet fragrance, I can't tell what the taste is, but it is so familiar that it makes her smack her tongue.

These are the first scenes that Mo Xiaoxiao saw when she opened her eyes slowly, and they were also the fragrance she vaguely smelled in her sleep, and as soon as she opened her eyes, these things became more and more intense.

"Xiaoxiao, are you awake?"

I saw that the familiar back turned around, his slender hand closed the book in his hand, the blurred face gradually became clear, the handsome face hung an extremely gentle smile, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his tall nose showed that he was more and more gentle and elegant, like a handsome boy walking slowly from a poetry book.

"He ......" Mo Xiaoxiao saw the person in front of her clearly, she froze suddenly, she couldn't believe it, she looked at the person in front of her dumbfounded, and for a moment she felt that the blood in her body was about to burst out of the blood vessels, she held her breath, and wanted to call out the person's name, but she couldn't shout it.

Mo Xiaoxiao felt that her spirit was in a trance, she looked at him blankly, she didn't say a word for a long time, she didn't know what to say, her eyes were like lotus leaves after the rain, filled with crystal tears, and it seemed that tears could fall with a light touch.

"What's wrong, why are you crying? Do you know how long you've been asleep, I'm betting every day on whether you'll wake up today, you must have heard what I said to you, so you woke up, you must be hungry, you have prepared a lot of your favorite food, crab roe crisp, fish belly simmered ham, Dong'e Ejiao longan soup, by the way, and yam pork rib soup, see which one you want to eat first? ”

He Yuwen looked at Mo Xiaoxiao's pitiful appearance, he couldn't say the distress in his heart, he bent down slightly to gently touch her face, and doted on her, the gentle hand just touched her face, and the tears in her eyes were like leaks, and they dripped on his hands.

"It's really you, Yu Wen ......" Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him intently, her eyes were red, she didn't know why she really wanted to cry at this time, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable, she didn't even know where she was dead or alive now, she was even afraid that it was just Nan Ke's dream, so she threw herself into his warm arms and couldn't help crying.

"Don't be afraid, it's me, I'm back, I'm sorry I'm late, I'm wrong, I'll apologize to you, okay?" He Yuwen took Mo Xiaoxiao in his arms, he patted her back gently, hugged her waist with one hand, and said softly and slightly apologetically.

Mo Xiaoxiao sobbed: "Why did you come, why did you come, do you know how long I waited for you?" I'm scared, I'm scared I really can't hold on. ”

He Yu gently stroked her back and said softly: "I'm sorry, my dear, I will never leave you in the future, no matter where I go, less than three feet away, there must be you." ”

"Is all this true, are you really back? Am I dead? Mo Xiaoxiao was crying bitterly, whimpering, her heart was very scared, she hugged him tightly, she didn't dare to let go, she was afraid that this would be gone, the fear was just a dream.