As you see fit...... Pick a Daddy......

What does Dad look like, he says he picks it?

Ahem, it's not so easy to pick copper plates, right?

I finally stumbled and explained things clearly, of course, there are many small tricks such as concealment, omission, avoiding the important and light, etc., fortunately, there is Lei Fang to prove that I am not lying, Qi Jing nodded: "Okay, since you are a life-saving benefactor and a senior with great skills, you can admit it if you admit it." ”

Qi Han is not as easy to fool as Qi Jing, but since the eldest brother spoke, it was inconvenient for her to refute, and she glared at me fiercely, indicating that I was not done yet.

"Let them wash their faces and eat, look tired all the way." Qi Jing touched my head: "It's thinner than when I went out—but it seems to have grown up again." ”

Having escaped for the time being, I patted my chest.

The first snow brought the food, which I usually love to eat, so it can be seen that these meals are by no means hastily prepared. Probably they were ready for me to come back. If it weren't for the unknown situation, he would have gone out early to find me and greet me.

"Girl, eat quickly, look at this for a few days, and your face has lost a lot of weight." Chu Xue set up the dishes and chopsticks to serve the soup for me: "But it looks more like a big girl." ”

I didn't have much appetite, so I drank a few sips of soup and half a bowl of rice, worrying about my father and aunt, as well as my grandfather......

"Lei Fang, you rest for a while, I'll go and see the situation at Shigong's place."

Lei Fang was reluctant to lift his face buried in the rice bowl, and said vaguely: "Go, go, go." ”

There was only one lamp in the house and it was placed not far from the window. Shi Gong'an lay quietly on the couch, the window was open, the wind blew in, and the tassels on the tent swayed gently. On the ground beside the bed, shallow shadows are also swaying.

I walked over and closed the window.

It's autumn, and the wind is cool.

Close the window. The room suddenly seemed warm and peaceful, as if all the troubles and anxieties outside the body were shut out, and the inside became a small world of its own.

I walked to the couch and checked my master's pulse first, his fingertips were slightly cold, and his pulse was still stable.

I stood there and looked at my master's appearance seriously.

His facial features are not particularly perfect when taken out alone, but they are very attractive, and when combined, they become an indescribable handsomeness.

I rarely see him that way.

Many times, I looked up to him like a child.

I'm not really a kid though.

But he's taller than me.

So I had to look up at him. I feel that he is unattainable and difficult to get close to.

But now he is lying and I am standing.

It made me feel a little vulnerable.

I stood there motionless, his face and features familiar to me. But from another perspective, the feeling is completely different. The chin is not as sharp as usual, the bridge of the nose is not as high, and the lips are not as thin as they usually look. It was as if someone had cast an illusion on him, making him soften and gentle all at once.

I don't know how long I've been standing. When I came back to my senses, I was shocked to find that my finger was resting between his eyebrows—

Before I came back to my senses, I was like a fool, using my fingers as a pen to trace his eyebrows.

I quickly retracted my hand as if it had been burned by fire, and took a big step back.

What am I doing?

I am as weak in heart as every thief who has been a thief. Glancing at the doors and windows.

The doors and windows were closed, and no one could see them.

But the nervousness in my heart did not subside.

Am I obsessed?

Shigong is a good student, but he is my Shigong!

But there was another voice in my heart whispering a retort: No. He's not. He's even younger than me. When I was Wu Ning, he was a poor boy who I bought with money—I could even say that this man belonged to me.

I pressed the back of my hand to my face, and my face was hot.

I steadied myself and leaned down to put my master's hand back into the quilt.

He seems to have lost weight, too......

Suddenly, my wrist tightened. Shi Gong turned his hand and grabbed me.

I almost screamed. When I looked up, I saw that Shigong's eyes had opened. His eyes were shining, by no means like a person who had just woken up from a deep slumber, and he didn't look half cloudy and dazed, but terrifyingly bright.

"Teacher......"

I stammered.

Oh my God, when did he wake up?

It can't be that I woke up when I touched him, right?

I...... Did I look lewd and obscene like a female flower thief?

He......

My heart rose to my throat for a moment, and I couldn't say anything, and I looked at him blankly, like a prisoner waiting to be beheaded by the autumn queen.

He suddenly laughed.

There are no cold eyes, no scolding, no scolding.

It's a laugh.

Shigong's smile was as rare as snow in the middle of summer. He rarely laughs, and when he does, it's just so faint that people don't have time to catch it, and it's fleeting.

Such a heartfelt, happy smile, I have never ...... Never seen before.

Squinted his eyes, pure and joyful, like a child.

He pressed the back of my hand against his cheek and rubbed it lightly twice.

I was stunned, and I only thought of one thing in my heart at this moment: Master's face, well, was really tender and smooth......

"Aning......" his voice was as soft as a sigh: "I miss you so much......"

I felt like a thunderbolt was coming down from overhead, blasting me into a cloud of debris.

Shi Gong ...... This is Shigong, right? Someone is pretending, is it?

He, how could he show such a look and say such words?

His smile was extremely satisfied, and the slightest and brief touch seemed to have given him great comfort and happiness. I watched as his eyes closed again and fell asleep again.

Is this - he's really not awake?

So what was going on just now? Hysteria? Talking in your dreams?

No, no, no, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is, what did he just call me?

Who did he think of me?

Aning ......

Which one is Anin?

I felt my heart pounding and pounding, like someone was pounding a hammer in the chest.

The whole person seems to be trapped in a whirlpool, constantly turning, constantly turning, turning dizzy, unable to distinguish the direction.

I didn't know how I got out of the house, the cool breeze outside was blowing on my face, I walked to the flower pot in the corner of the house in three steps and two steps, and splashed two handfuls of water on my face.

The small fish under the lotus leaves were so frightened that they swam around, hiding under the big lotus leaves and refusing to come out.

The water in the tank swung around and hit the edge of the tank.

I felt like my head was buzzing, like boiling water, and I couldn't figure out anything.

Who is Aning in his mouth?

All I know, the one with a word in my name, is myself.

Wu Ning.

Shigong also knew Wu Ning.

But when he mentioned Wu Ning, he always avoided it, and his tone and eyes were full of deep disgust.

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Yesterday, I didn't pass the picture of the cake, and the cake was very small. (To be continued)