The girl was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to agree, and then her eyes lit up.

The two came to a baked cake shop, which was small but very popular.

The girl took the spirit stone and got into the crowd, and talked to the stall owner: "I am tired of two beef-smelling ones, and one of them does not put green onions......

Wen Wugui stared at the girl in front of him.

She was sweating on her forehead, perhaps because of the heat, and her cheeks were faintly crimson, and her eyes seemed to contain thousands of scenery.

His eyes were slightly stunned for a moment, and then he returned to his original appearance.

Wen Wugui took advantage of the moment when she didn't pay attention, and her body flashed-

Soon, he entered the crowd and disappeared.

……

"Eh, that's weird, what about people?" The girl came out with two beef patties, only to find that he was missing.

The food in her hand was still fragrant, and the stall owner saw that she was good at talking, so he added more meat to her, and the cake was bigger than others.

The girl patted her head in frustration and took a bite of the beef patty in a huff.

"I'm so angry that I'm lost."

The person just now looked unusual, although he was dressed in cloth, he was generous. If she didn't admit it, the thing he was carrying around his neck was the spiritual jade that had been passed down from generation to generation in the family.

She took out a brocade bag from her sleeve robe and took out another jade stone, and if she looked closely, she had many similarities with Wen Wugui's.

It is said that his parents set up a baby kiss with their best friends when they were young, and gave jade as a token.

For so many years, she has been obsessed with medical skills and rarely goes out to avoid the snow valley, but she has never seen what her fiancé looks like.

At first, of course, she often complained, who would want to marry someone she had never met, she persuaded her mother, but her father never changed his words.

Recently, however, she heard a not-so-good news.

What I was very reluctant to do at the beginning, after this happened, I felt a little delicate.

So......

I don't know if this person is a thief who takes people's things, or her surviving fiancé.

……

Wen Wugui returned to this realm, and after he put his things away, he lay down on the lawn and looked at the sky.

Thousands of miles long blank clouds and flowing water.

He suddenly felt a sense of openness.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, although the sound was small, but he caught it.

He didn't get up because he knew who it was.

"Feeling good today?"

"Perhaps." Wen Wugui replied softly.

"Did you encounter something interesting out there?" Master asked.

"Met a ...... Interesting people. ”

"Well, and then what?" Master sounded interested.

"Then, I'll be gone."

The air was quiet for a moment, and then a chuckle was heard.

"You......" Master shook his head and handed him a basket.

"What is this?" Fruit picking?

"Pick some spiritual flowers and spiritual grass, make tea and drink."

"Okay."

……

Wen Wugui picked some unnamed flowers and plants on the mountain, in fact, he still had some impressions in his mind, before in the world, he could still distinguish most of the spirit flowers and spirit grass.

But the things in this realm are strange and strange, and he doesn't know any of them.

He simply went casually and put those colorful ones together. Anyway, when the time comes, what to use to make tea, the master can choose it himself.

The Master accepted it gently and praised him.

In fact, Wen Wugui felt that he really didn't need this kind of childlike praise, he had grown up.

But it seems that in Master's eyes, he still looks like a child.

Where did she come from? Wen Wugui sometimes thinks.

He guessed that his identity was unusual, but he still wondered where she came from.

He remembered a recent tentative question, and the other party was silent at first, and then opened his mouth slightly.

"Master used to live in a very distant place."

This is similar to not saying it, Wen Wugui raised his eyebrows.

He thought, since the other party didn't want to say, then he didn't ask.

Wen Ruo's expression was slightly dazed, and she spoke again.

"Where Master used to live, there were the most expensive treasures, the most precious delicacies, and countless riches."

"But there is no freedom."

Her voice was slightly hoarse.

"Master used to do a lot of things that I couldn't help myself, and I regret it. If there was a chance to do it all over again, Master would definitely not."

Wen Ruo's gaze gradually dimmed, and she said, "What am I thinking, how can I do it all over again." ”

That was the first time Master had mentioned her to him.

He suddenly regretted asking the question.

Because the other party's expression looked sad.

"Master, make tea and try your craft." Wen Wugui tried to change the subject.

"Okay." Wen Ruo smiled helplessly.

She poured the flowers and plants from the basket into the cup and pot, picked up the utensils beside her, and poured a small amount of hot water.

The boiling water spreads the tea leaves, and the room is suddenly filled with the elegant fragrance of camellia.

Then, Wen Ruo poured more hot water, and in the mist of the clouds, her eyes were also hidden in the fragrance of tea in this room.

Tea leaves tumble and dance in cups and pots.

Wen Ruo casually poured the flower tea, sniffed it, and lowered his head to take a sip.

"Does it taste good?" Wen Wugui asked casually.

"It's sweet." Master took a sip and said softly.

Wen Wugui took a cup and tasted it too.

His brow furrowed.

He raised his eyes and looked at Master.

Master stared at her twisted features and smiled softly.

Many years later, the deceased is gone, and Wen Wugui always thinks of this scene.

The taste of the pot of flower tea that day was very bitter.

I don't know if it's because the variety is too varied, or if some kind of bitter spirit flower is added, the taste is bitter and astringent, which makes it a little difficult to swallow Wen Wugui, who has never been picky.

But the master in front of him.

It's so gentle......

She was the one who fished him out of the pile of death and gave him another life.

He sometimes thinks that if he had a mother, he would be like that.

Unfortunately, there is no one like her.

……

Just when Wen Wugui thought that such a life would go on like this, the master suddenly fell ill one day.

Wen Wugui didn't understand why the master was suddenly so weak, she couldn't eat anything, and it took a lot of effort to even talk to him.

But obviously half a month ago, she was still like an ordinary person.

Wen Wugui's always calm face was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

Master looked like he wanted to smile comfortingly at him, but his smile was a little stiff.

In the middle of the ring, she took out a bag from her bosom, and inside was a clear bead.

It was the "fog-breaking bead" he saw in the room that day.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wen Wugui felt that the color of the bead had changed somewhat.

A trace of blood appeared in the center, and the blood line was so bright that it made Master's pale face a little more bloody.

Wen Ruo looked at it, and his eyes gradually blurred.

In her mind, she revisited the image of many years ago, that lonely and lonely full moon night.

This game is too real

This game is too real