Huai Sleeve asked, "Then does he know that you like him?" “

Guan Zhaoyu shook his head: "I don't know, I think, with his smart mind, he should understand......"

Huai Sleeve asked again: "Have you ever hinted at him?" “

When Guan Zhaoyu heard this, his face blushed slightly, and he whispered: "The day before yesterday, I went to visit his house with Eniang, and I happened to meet him at home, so I asked him a poem. “

Huai Sleeve only nodded, but did not ask, she knew that Guan Zhaoyu's daughter was not as straightforward as the crescent moon, she was delicate and gentle, if she asked rashly, Guan Zhaoyu was embarrassed to say that it was not good.

Guan Zhaoyu saw that Huai Sleeve didn't ask about poetry, and he also guessed her thoughts, and was moved that she was so delicate and considerate, so he stopped twisting and said: "It's Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc", Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows, and flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan was a little worried. Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it is time to return, and the moonlight people lean on the building. “

When Guan Zhaoyu finished reciting this "Sauvignon Blanc" affectionately, she knew that she was really moved by that person.

That sentence of love and long-lasting tone will be the poem in the meaning of lovesickness all vented out, that thinking about the mountains and waters, thinking and hating, are people downstairs under the moon, repeating the dense thoughts, the feelings between the blank eyebrows, looking at the thoughts, thinking is also difficult to rest, with this heart, even people are going to turn into a wangfu stone.

Huai Sleeve couldn't help but pity her in his heart, and asked, "Your feelings for this person must not be a day or two, right?" “

Guan Zhaoyu smiled and said: "The year before last, I accompanied Ama and my brother to visit the Old Summer Palace, and I saw his martial arts with my own eyes, so I ......" Guan Zhaoyu said this, and blushed again.

Huai Sleeve smiled and explained gently: "It's nothing, the reason why love arises, and it goes deep, is human nature." “

Guan Zhaoyu nodded and smiled: "I know that you have insight, and what you think must be different from others, and you won't make fun of me, it's really good!" It's just that he ...... Always treated me coldly. “

Huai Sleeve heard Guan Zhaoyu say this, thought for a while, and said gently: "Perhaps, he has his last resort?" “

When Guan Zhaoyu heard her say this, he had already sensed that there was something in Huai Sleeve's words, and his eyes flashed and looked at Huai Sleeve.

Huai sleeve said: "When we worry about things, most of us are easy to think from our own side, but we rarely think from the other party's side. Trapped in love, we always ask: Why does he treat me like this? However, this question is actually a fallacy, and the question that should be asked is: Why did he treat himself like this? “

Guan Zhaoyu had never heard these thoughts, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by them, staring intently at his sleeves, for fear of hearing a word.

Huai Sleeve continued: "Actually, what he does, says, does not do or does not say, there is always a reason for him, and he always needs his reasons, even if we seem to be unkind or absolutely selfish, but in his mind, that is his way of life, which has nothing to do with anyone. “

Guan Zhaoyu nodded thoughtfully and continued to listen to Huai Sleeve.

"When we meet our beloved relatives and friends behaving perversely, we can't help but sigh for why he has done so badly. Why do you behave this way? But I don't know, these were originally his own affairs, and he only needed to explain to himself, we couldn't control it, but I was worried about it. “

Guan Zhaoyu was a little confused, and couldn't help asking, "Then why does he treat me like this?" “

Huai Sleeve replied bluntly: "Everyone needs to be responsible when making decisions, but more often than not, we are powerless in the face of things, and we can't help ourselves." What you think and what you do are two different things, and you need to understand that backfire is actually the normal state of life. “

Guan Zhaoyu said excitedly: "Sister Huai means that he may have other reasons, but he doesn't necessarily mean to target me?" “

Huai Sleeve nodded lightly, smiled and said gently: "He may not necessarily be out of his original intention, but his ability is limited and he can't be perfect, while satisfying you, he also makes himself better." For example, if you like him, you no longer care about the man next to you, then if you meet the man you like again, you won't be able to respond to his emotions, right? “

Guan Zhaoyu nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly frowned: "Could it be that he also has a favorite woman?" “

Huai Sleeve smiled and took Guan Zhaoyu's hand and said, "I'm just making an analogy, not everything." “

When Guan Zhaoyu heard this, he turned his worries into joy, and then asked: "Then, did my sister say that I should continue to like him?" “

Hearing Guan Zhaoyu ask, Huai Sleeve suddenly remembered himself and Rong Ruo, and couldn't help but smile and whispered: "Let go of the imperfect personnel and look at the beautiful vision......

"Sister Huai, I understand." Guan Zhaoyu glanced at his sleeves and stood up with a smile on his lips.

walked to the door, turned around, looked at Huai Sleeve with a sparkling gaze and said, "Sister Huai, thank you!" With that, he turned around and jumped away.

Looking at the figure of Guan Zhaoyu who disappeared by the door, he couldn't help but whisper: "The love of two hearts will always be the cinnabar in a woman's heart." It hurts slightly, but it's extremely precious. “

When the words fell, I was about to turn around, when a low man's voice suddenly came from my ears: "You are the cinnabar in my heart, gradually blooming into a blood-colored lotus." “

"Who?" Huai Sleeve hurriedly turned around and looked around, but the room was empty.

Straddle to the door and look into the courtyard, only to see the thin breeze gently swaying the branches and leaves of the purple locust, occasionally a few dead leaves have fallen down like butterflies, where is there a figure?

Huai Sleeve couldn't help but secretly say: Is it my auditory hallucination? Just thinking about this, he suddenly felt dizzy again, and hurriedly supported the door with his hand.

I was going to rest before, but because the official summoned Yu to come, I forcibly accompanied him for half a day, and I felt sleepy about it.

Raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see Jian Yue and the others passing by, only looking at a person standing in front of the door of the tea room from a distance, he stretched out his hand to summon him, and when the person ran in, he saw that he was being detained by the number of people all day.

"What did the girl call me?" Buckle ran to the front and saluted his sleeve.

Huai Sleeve smiled and said, "At this time, your sister Jian Yue is not here, you can help me go back to the inner room to rest." “

"Okay, girl, be careful." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed his arm and walked slowly to the inner room.

Until he entered the house, he was lying on the bed with his sleeves, and Kou'er carefully pulled the brocade quilt over his sleeves, and asked cautiously: "Does the girl drink tea?" “

Huai Sleeve smiled and waved his hand, "You go." “

Buckle agreed and walked towards the door, walked to the door, turned around and glanced at the eyes that gradually closed his sleeves, and stood for a moment before turning to go out.

As soon as Buckle Er went out, a figure turned around and entered the inner room of the sleeve at a very fast speed, turned the screen, looked at the sleeve that had fallen asleep on the bed, and frowned slightly.

★★★

By the turn of October, the weather was already very cold, and when I woke up in the morning, there was already a fluffy hoarfrost on the ground.

The wren that was picked up had grown long feathers, and usually did not need to be chained or flying, and most of the time, he lay quietly in the small ridge specially designed for it in his arms and fixed under the window of the study.