Dong Huiying put her index finger to her lips, and carefully lowered her voice, "No, just let him sleep like this." ”

It's rare to see weakness from Zhichen, and his appearance last night was really distressing.

Dong Huiying remembered that in her previous life, she had heard a strange argument.

Men should look like men, men can't cry, and when a man cries, he will be looked down upon, so a man should be the kind of person who would rather shed blood than tears.

Women have high requirements for men, and no one will like a crybaby, but women's double standards are that they can do it themselves, they can make trouble, they can cry casually, and they can take care of it, but if they are replaced by men, they will be annoying and disgusting.

But it seems that many people forget that men are also human beings, and no one is born "should" be what they are, and that men and women are equal.

And at this moment, her heart is soft.

Grieve for his sorrows, grieve for his sorrows.

She pitied him, she loved him, and even respected him and admired him.

Crying is not a shameful thing.

Tears are far less cheap and cheap than people think.

He is what she loves, and since he really loves him, she can accept all of him.

Whether it's the good or the bad, she can accept it, and she is willing to accept it, and she can accept it.

Knowing his weaknesses and knowing his weaknesses is better than seeing flowers in the fog, better than only watching from afar, and better than having different dreams in the same bed, and not knowing what each other wants.

Yi Xuan lifted the hem of his robe, and he sat cross-legged on the floor.

He and she were next to each other, plucking a piece of grass, smoothing the veins on the leaves, and then wiping the dew off it.

The blades of grass are placed on their lips and gently blow a leisurely little tune.

This tone is ethereal and clear, delicate and gentle, just like him.

Dong Huiying looked sideways at Yi Xuan and saw that Yi Xuan was looking at the morning light on the horizon.

The morning sun is golden, the morning glow is also golden, and the clouds are shrouded in mist, and when the morning sun falls, it is as if even those clouds have been plated with a light gold, as if the sky is full of gold dust sprinkled down.

After blowing the song, Yi Xuan held the blade of grass in one hand, and he slowly lowered his eyes.

His eyebrows were drooping, and his eyelashes were long, curly, and upturned.

At the end, he asked faintly: "What are the dreams that my eldest brother had...... It's true? ”

Dong Huiying looked back, and behind her, Shuyu was sitting at the table under the eaves, focusing on the chessboard, holding a sunspot in her hand. The black chess pieces and the white jade-like hands complement each other.

She looked to the side, Lao Si Haoming picked up the sleepy and napping Yue Ning and walked towards the house, while Shujun was leaning against the wall with her back to the wall, her expression was hazy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She turned her gaze back to Yi Xuan's face. "It's true."

She caressed Zhichen's cheek with pity, and then she said faintly......

"A lot of everything in his dreams is traceable. It was first when it was in Qingfeng Mountain, when Pei Yu had not yet appeared. Some of the things Shujun has done are well concealed, but no one knows about them, and he naturally doesn't know either. But in that dream, he knew, so he also specially asked Shujun to verify it. ”

Yi Xuan suddenly raised his head, he looked at his wife, and asked incomprehensibly, "Why does the eldest brother have that kind of dream?" ”

"Why?" She was slightly stunned for a moment, then replied with a frown: "...... at the beginning"