Feng Yaojue never thought that she would say this, the hand holding the pen suddenly slammed, the ink drops fell, and the paper was dyed with a small cloud of ink rhyme, which looked abrupt and dazzling on the white paper, and an unfinished word "Yi" was instantly submerged in the ink and disappeared. His heart was sour, as sour as he tasted the green apricots, and his expression changed and changed when he looked at Li Pian'er, from disbelief to faint remorse, from remorse to guilt, and then to the slightest sorrow, which was extremely complicated.

He looked at her indifferent face for a long time, and finally put down his pen and got up, and walked towards the reclining figure on the soft collapse. He sat down next to her lap, staring down at her who was still holding his hands as pillows, and his slightly trembling hand slowly stretched out to her cheek: "No, I don't allow you to say that, don't deliberately belittle yourself." I want you to believe that I have never thought like that, that you are not the same as those concubines of the eldest brother. As long as I live, I will always be kind to you and will never break my word. ”

Li Pian'er looked at the jade-like hand that was close at hand, gradually enlarged and blurred in front of her eyes, a side head, the warmth crossed, and the hand finally fell into the air, turning into a sour bubble erased in Feng Yaojue's heart.

"Yes or no, I don't care, calm. How many little wives to marry, and what to do with them, this is the business of your ancient people, and what does it have to do with me? I don't need to be hypocritically explained, I'm just a novelty watcher, and maybe one day I'll be able to go back if I die, but I haven't had enough of it yet. When she first came here, she thought of suicide, thinking that maybe she could go back to her time when she died, but when she thought about it, she felt that it was too unsafe, and if she couldn't go back, then she would really die.

Li Pian'er's heartless appearance and her last few words made Feng Yaojue look particularly harsh and piercing, and her heart became more and more sour and stinging for a while. In the end, there was a faint sorrow: "You don't care, I care!" You remember, you are not any tool of mine. Don't talk about death from time to time, even if you don't have me in the future, you have to live well. ”

Li Pian'er was a little stunned by Feng Yaojue's expression, and stared at him with a pair of eyes, this was the first time she was so excited to see him as indifferent as spring water. She propped herself up and sat up, but she didn't want to be at close eye level with him, each breathing could be heard, and the mirrors in her eyes were visible, and for a moment, she had the illusion that time stood still.

She fanned her eyelashes, looked at the face in his eyes that she had just adapted to, and slowly spoke, actually laughing: "Sometimes I really want to know why people live to hang out in nightclubs?" Or fight with people, or go to an Internet café? After all, that's my way of life. Because she was afraid of loneliness, she had to seek solace and excitement, maybe it was just a way for her to numb herself, and gradually turned into her own unique character.

A gust of morning breeze blew in from the window, carrying the green fragrance of lotus leaves from the faces of the two people, blowing away the distance between the two people. Li Pian'er raised her hand and brushed the wind-swept broken hair in front of her forehead, lowered her face, and no longer looked at him, leaving him still without moving her eyes.

"Look at you like this, Miss Ben won't talk nonsense with you, I've found something interesting again, I'm going to pick lotus canopies outside the house." Li Pian'er retracted her throbbing and rippling thoughts, and got off the bed as she spoke, shook the corners of her skirt, and glanced back at Feng Yaojue, who was about to get up.