An unfulfilled vow is the most painful poison in the world.

But at this time, he didn't feel anything.

I can't even remember whose voice it was.

Both men turned around at the same time.

The moon hid in the dark clouds, and Duan Lizheng couldn't see Song Huaizhu's expression clearly.

He thought that the man in front of him would be silent for a long time, but the real pause might only be a moment.

The speed of time between the two of them has even become different.

The next moment.

"Hmm." Song Huaizhu responded.

The moment Duan Lizheng said those words, although he didn't imagine Song Huaizhu's reaction, he didn't expect the person in front of him to react.

What does that mean?

He thought so, and he wanted to ask.

Song Huaizhu raised his head slightly, and the two looked at each other.

"Then protect her." Song Huaizhu stared into the eyes of the young man in front of him and said quietly.

No matter what comes across.

He still has a chance.

There was the deepest mist in the eyes of the man in front of him, but at that moment, Duan Lizheng inexplicably had an illusion.

The man in front of him seemed to be looking through him, looking at someone else.

Song Huaizhu obviously didn't have joy or anger in his eyes, but his eyes made Duan Lizheng's heart suffocate.

He looked at him.

It's like looking at an unfulfilled dream.

But this feeling only lasted for a short moment, and the next moment, all the temperature disappeared from the young grandmaster in front of him again.

It's like Duan Lizheng's illusion alone.

The man in front of him hid everything behind that white jade mask.

This person's mask is too thick, and if you want to peel off his mask, you can't do anything about it at this moment.

Duan Lizheng deeply understood this.

At the same time, he realized that the conversation between the two of them could only end there.

He didn't know if he would be able to compete with this unfathomable man if he was on the test floor.

I don't know how that woman will face this young grandmaster.

Duan Lizheng knew very well that Zhu Luan was far more powerful than he knew, but at the same time, he also understood how cruel the world in which that woman lived.

That woman, always wanting to protect everyone.

She doesn't think she needs anyone's protection, and she has the courage to overcome unprecedented odds.

And he who was attracted to her by her side.

What can be done is really only as this man said.

I can only protect her as much as I can.

It's not a responsibility, it's not a doctrine, it's not a psychology, it's not wishful thinking.

It's just that he is now, just fifteen years old, out of a desire in his heart.

One last glance at the determined eyes of the young man in front of him, Song Huaizhu closed his eyes and turned around again.

"A quarter of an hour is almost over." He turned his back to Duan Lizheng and said quietly.

The implication is that if you don't go, you'll have to tell you the route again.

Duan Lizheng was stunned and saluted the grandmaster in front of him again.

"Farewell."

The next moment, no one stayed.

Duan Lizheng turned around and swept towards the end of the corridor.

Whether what happened that night is true or not, no one knows.

But this time, if nothing else, he was finally able to find a room to sleep in.

……

……

The teenager left.

The door of the bamboo window pavilion opened and closed, and Song Huaizhu walked into the room.

The furnishings inside the bamboo window pavilion are very simple, and the most striking thing in the depths of the room is a bamboo bed made of Xiangfei bamboo, which is exquisitely made.

The most interesting thing is that the bamboo on this bamboo bed is alive.

Song Huaizhu heard the sound of bamboo leaves in his ears, he raised his head slightly, and the bamboo branches on the railing of the bamboo bed were full of life, green in the soft light.

You can see the ingenuity of the people who designed this room.

Lying on this bed is like lying in a bamboo forest.

The air is filled with the fragrance of fresh bamboo, which can make people's eyebrows cool and comfortable at any time.

The quilt on the bed is not satin, but a delicate cotton cloth, as if it has been washed and used many times, and it looks very soft and exudes an indescribable fragrance.

Seeing such a picture, no one wants to go to sleep and lie down.

That's how it should be.

Song Huaizhu silently walked towards the bamboo bed.

At this moment, a faint male voice sounded on the side.

"Obviously, I heard people downstairs say that they arranged for their fiancé to go to Huawu Pavilion, and you still asked people where they lived tonight?"

Song Huaizhu stopped and turned his head to look at the bamboo case by the window.

The monk who was wearing a white-washed robe and was sitting on his feet to copy the scriptures lifted his pen and raised his head, looked at him with a smile and said.

"Xuezhai ......" Song Huaizhu's voice was a little helpless.

"What? Am I wrong? Monk Xuezhai smiled slightly, "Or is it that the grandmaster can't hear it?" ”

Monk Xuezhai silently looked at the few bamboo leaves that had fallen from the side of the bed that had been affected by the aura of the grandmaster.

Song Huaizhu noticed his gaze, silently turned his body, walked back to the bed the same way, and glanced at the futon on the bed.

And then.

Be serious.

……

……

"You're enough." Monk Xuezhai looked at the man sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, and he was speechless.

Posture as always.

As always, he had nothing to say.

"Are you still going to sit here for the night?" Monk Xuezhai took a deep breath and looked speechlessly at the man sitting on the edge of the bed like a statue not far away.

Every time I see the Xuezhai monk, I feel that my Zen mind has been challenged.

"Why are you making such a fuss tonight," Song Huaizhu looked at him and said quietly, "It's not the first time." ”

It is precisely because it is not the first time that the monk Xuezhai is speechless.

"It's because it's not the first time that I have nothing to say, okay?" Monk Xuezhai took a deep breath.

"It costs so much money to live every year," the sea of stars in the eyes of the Xuezhai monk glared mercilessly at the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"And then you sit on the edge of the bed and don't move every year."

Monk Xuezhai looked at Song Huaizhu with a cold gaze, "You tell me, since you don't sleep here, what's the point?" ”

Song Huaizhu looked at him silently and did not speak.

Monk Xuezhai lowered his eyes and sighed.

"I don't understand why you want to stay here."

It's better to say that he understands it very well.

"You should know," Monk Xuezhai frowned slightly, "Even if it's just a Bamboo Window Pavilion, it will cost me and Master a lot of money to make a reservation. ”

"I'm sorry," Song Huaizhu said as he looked at him.

"I don't care about that," Monk Xuezhai sighed, looking at his senior brother with hatred.

Merely.

"Now that the room has been decided, will you die if you lie down?"

The room is for sleeping, not sitting.

It cost so much to set up a room, and the man just sat on the edge of the bed the whole time.

It's like this every year, and over time, the monk Xuezhai, who has been watching from the sidelines, finally can't help it.

Song Huaizhu sat on the edge of the bed in general, his eyes a little embarrassed.

"I ......"

"All these years have passed," Monk Xuezhai looked at him expressionlessly, "even if there is anything that should be dispersed, it is almost gone." ”

"Would you like to roll on this bed?"

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