Xiangyun looked at her a few times and didn't vomit or feel unhappy, and finally couldn't hide her words and asked: Do you like Wang Beijing?

"What, what are you talking nonsense?"

"If not, why do you twist so much, why don't you see the shyness of your love with that painter in the past, people came to eat a cake with you, crying and avoiding there, my eyes hurt when I saw it......"

"It's not what you see, he'...... He is Jingyu, Jingyu is him, I am really panicked for a while"

For the next few days, Jingyu didn't look for Daiyu.

In this way, Daiyu was stunned, Wang Beijing him, alas, what does he have to do with me, at best he is just a netizen, but what's wrong with me in my heart......

So a week later, he expressed this feeling:

"When the heart of man begins to struggle, he has some value."

The scary thing is that Wang Beijing still hasn't contacted her.

For another week, Daiyu was even more sad for a while, sad and sad, sad for Wang Beijing, and sent another mood: wind and rain, full of rivers and lakes, like a dry jasmine in flower tea, like his eyes at a certain moment...

The next day it was like this: People say that the moon is a one-winged bird, carrying loneliness and beauty.

The next day it was like this: Learning to get along with people was one of the hardest lessons of my life.

And then it was like this: loneliness, like nature, like soil, like flowers, like flowers, like memories, so ruthless and dissolving.

And then it was like this: there is no beauty in the world without a reason......

On the eighteenth day, Daiyu picked up the withered and rolled sycamore leaves in the winter wind, it was too cold, she was afraid that they would freeze, so she picked them up and crashed into a person's arms.

Daiyu looked up: Oh, Wang Beijing, it turned out to be you.

"It's me."

After saying that, I accompanied her to pick up sycamore leaves, and I didn't need to say anything, just accompany her.

The electric heater was turned on in the Xihua shop, Daiyu took the sycamore leaves to bake the fire together, Wang Beijing sat beside her, Daiyu didn't dare to look back at him, Wang Beijing didn't dare, no one dared to act rashly.

Not long after, the dried sycamore leaves actually roasted a warm fragrance, and Daiyu showed a faint smile: You smell it, right?

"Yes"

"I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you a painting for free, you wait"

Daiyu went to grind the ink and came back, spread the paper on the dining table, and gave her hands a few gass, Wang Beijing saw this and turned on the air conditioner in the store.

Daiyu painted a picture of "Wutong chasing snow", and there were two people picking up leaves at the bottom, that is, she and Wang Beijing, but the distance between the two was slightly farther.

Wang Beijing accepted the painting and wanted to take her to eat hot pot, but she was afraid that she would be uncomfortable, so she invited all the employees of Xihua, and Daiyu saw that everyone was going, and there was nothing wrong with it, so she also followed.

In their time, there was also hot pot, but the name was different, the method was different, and the taste was similar.

Seeing that she was coughing violently, the white horse stopped his chopsticks and asked her: Is it important?

Xiangyun waved his hand: It's okay, we usually eat more cold food, but today we ate hot, probably the heat is going to force the cold to go up, so I coughed.

"How can you eat cold food, Xiaonan, they cook every night"

Xiangyun waved his hand, indicating that it was difficult to say.

Xiao Nan answered: Originally, they ate with us, but they thought that what we made was not delicious, and would rather eat bread, milk, instant noodles and the like in the room by themselves.

Wang Beijing glanced at Xiao Nan and said to Bai Ma, I will arrange their dinner in the future.

Xiangyun shook his head: Don't bother you, instant noodles are delicious.

Daiyu didn't say anything, just lowered her head and ate a piece of lotus root, not knowing what she was thinking.

Bai Ma asked Xiangyun again: Your mobile phones have been used for a month, and you still can't order takeout?

"Won't"

"Come here, I'll teach you now"

Daiyu looked at the bottom of the pot with red and white milk, and suddenly wanted to drink rice wine.

So I searched in my mobile phone: rice wine?

Wang Beijing pretended to get up to get the paper, and the afterglow swept over her screen, and immediately understood, so that the waiter brought a can of rice wine over.

Daiyu picked up a paper cup, hesitated again and again, and Xiangyun snatched it for her to pick up the wine: drink a little nothing.

Daiyu drank with her sleeves down, only two small sips, her cheeks flew red, her face was smooth and delicate, like a peach blossom in March, which made Wang Beijing's heart move.

Xiangyun thought it was funny, so he coaxed her to take a few sips, and drank about a glass back and forth.

When he went back, Bai Ma deliberately let Daiyu sit in the co-pilot, Daiyu lazily leaned on the seat cushion, sometimes looking out the window, sometimes looking at Wang Beijing, sometimes stretching out his fingers to copy, and he didn't know what to draw, it seemed that he was a little drunk.

When they arrived at the Jackdaw River, Wang Beijing stopped the car, but he didn't get out of the car in a hurry, the white horse slipped everyone out of the car, and even Xiangyun was pulled by her: Don't worry, they just said two words.

Daiyu covered her face with a handkerchief and almost fell asleep.

"Daiyu"

"Hmm"

"Daiyu"

"Hmm" Daiyu woke up smartly, and straightened her waist lazily: You called me?

"Well, it's not cold"

"Of course it's not cold," he said, taking out a paper-cut butterfly from his sleeve: Is it pretty?

She shook the butterfly and shook it under Wang Beijing's nose, and then put the butterfly on his head.

"Good-looking"

"I won't give you a good look" Daiyu took the butterfly back and caged it into her sleeve.

Wang Beijing saw that she had received the butterfly and fell asleep again, her face was as red as a thin cloud of rouge, and after getting out of the car, she went around to the co-pilot's side, took off her coat and wrapped Daiyu, and carried her back to the dormitory.

didn't take two steps, a cold wind and drizzle drifted down a burst of first snow, falling on her face, hair, innocent and soft sleeping appearance, even more tempting sentient beings, Wang Beijing swallowed a desire to be close to her, and slowly hugged her back.

When Wang Beijing left, he told Xiangyun: Don't eat instant noodles and bread in the future, what do you want to eat, just look for me.

Xiangyun didn't know what Daiyu's attitude was towards him, so he didn't answer.

Daiyu slept soundly, and asked Xiangyun the next day: What time did we return last night.

Xiangyun smiled: I came back when it snowed.

"Look at your smile, it's either a traitor or a thief"

Xiangyun was about to sneer at each other, when he suddenly felt that his lips were burning, and he looked in the mirror and found that his lips were cracked.

"I've been in this world for half a year, and I don't remember to buy some rouge back, you see my lips, there are a few thin blood cuts."

"Yes, people here call it cosmetics, as for the use of the lips, I didn't remember it in detail, just ask Sister Bai"

Today, Xiangyun's life-saving benefactor is here again, since Xiangyun knows that he is a killer, his image in her heart is different, tall and heroic, Xiangyun's previous dream is to be a chivalrous woman, rob the rich and help the poor, kill the evil and eliminate the evil, but he is timid and afraid of death by nature, and he does not have the courage and determination to be a chivalrous woman, he can only do daydreaming and think about it, now this person appears in his own world, he saved himself, and his feelings about him are completely different.

Xiangyun hid behind the screen and peeked at him, stunned.