The weather in June is always cloudy and sunny, yesterday it was a dull day, and today it rained a little, revealing a little coolness. The noisy cicadas outside finally shut up, and the rain suddenly became heavier, bending the waist of the branches. There was a clear sound of rain falling on the eaves, she closed the book in her hand, walked to the window and scooped up a handful of cool rainwater, pondered for a moment and opened her lips and said, "Qianxue, you teach me to make porridge!" ”

Qianxuedi's eyes were always looking at one place in a trance, and when she heard her sudden words, she was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay! "Qianxue, this girl is what she likes, she does things smartly, and she never asks why.

Looking at the pots and pans in the small kitchen, she didn't know where to start for a while, and Qianxue carefully guided her. After going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, I finally boiled a pot of fragrant lily and lotus seed porridge. He was so busy every day, and the candles in his study were often lit all night. Lily can moisten the lungs and relieve cough, clear the heart and calm the nerves; Lotus seeds strengthen the spleen and stomach, and it is just right to boil into porridge.

The pouring rain just stopped, leaving only the scattered rainflakes drifting in the wind. The smell of earthy scent rose in the air, and green leaves fell on the muddy loess, and she walked through the slippery bluestone after the rain down the corridor to his study.

"Buckle" she gently knocked on the closed door and opened her lips, "Lord Wang! ”

There was a dull sound of footsteps in the room, and the door creaked open. I saw him standing at the door in an ink-colored brocade robe, but there seemed to be a faint anger between his eyebrows: "Mu Yu, the road is slippery on a rainy day, you..."

She lowered her eyes and was silent, he sighed and stretched out his hand: "Come in!" Her eyes brightened a little, and her soft hand rested on his broad palm.

Yunqi took the tray in Qianxue's hand, brought it to the desk and withdrew. She stepped forward and lifted the lid of the small cup, and the steaming lid was so hot that she retracted her hand, and with a "bang", the lid of the white porcelain bowl painted with green bamboo shattered to the ground.

He hurriedly grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and blew softly, his brows furrowed. She skimmed the hideous scar on the palm of his right hand, long and wide, entrenched in his broad palm. Didn't you say that you didn't mean to rub it? Why? She looked away, withdrew her hand and motioned for him to sit down: "Eat some while it's hot, you won't be able to eat when it's cold." ”

"Hmm!" He snorted, picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of the white porridge, she paying close attention to his every subtle expression. He ate one bite after another without revealing his face, with neither appreciation nor disgust on his face, but after a while, the small cup had already seen the bottom.

She took out a brocade handkerchief from her arms and handed it to him, her tone full of expectation: "How?" He shook his head, and she hung her head in frustration.

He stared at her dull eyes and said, "You didn't know before, and you don't need to do it now, I shake my head because I don't want you to learn to do this." With that, he picked up her right hand hidden behind him, and saw a red and swollen bubble on the tip of her white index finger, which was particularly eye-catching.

He opened the small porcelain vase, dipped his fingertips in a little white greasy paste, and gently rubbed it onto her fingertips. Cool, moist, his long thick eyelashes fanned, tickling the tip of her heart. She couldn't help but imprint a light kiss on his eyelid, like a breeze blowing, like a cloud gliding by. He raised his eyes and stared at hers, the only sound of their shallow exhalation remained in the large study.

She couldn't take her eyes off the dazzling stars that dwelt under his eyes, and her hand inadvertently scraped off a slender hand, which fell to the ground with a dull sound. She looked away and was about to bend down to pick it up, but his rough hands cupped her tender face, and the clear breath instantly invaded her body. His slightly cool lips kissed softly, seducing her to sink step by step.

He pulled out just in time, and the heavy snort hit her face, burning her breathlessly. At the end, he pursed his lips tightly and said, "I'll send you back!" ”

Before she could come to her senses, he stopped her and picked her up, and his deep voice came from her head: "The road is slippery." She snorted and put her arm around his neck, listening quietly to the sound of his low, regular heartbeat. The cool breeze blew gently, and the water droplets on the eaves fell into the shallow puddles, and the sound of "beep" was clearly audible.

"The weather is cold, remember to add clothes to the princess, and don't let her temperament be greedy for cold drinks." He said this to Qianxue behind him, and it seemed that he was also speaking to her.

He lifted the curtain of the inner room with one free hand, put her on the beauty and turned to leave. She grabbed the corner of his clothes, raised her face and asked in a thin voice, "Where are you going?" He looked at her slightly sideways and said, "Study." She let go of the hem of his garment, and he stepped out of the room, the light curtain hanging from the door swaying gently. He has always been a man of few words, but now he cherishes words more and more.

She got up and walked to the table, picked out a white and tender rice cake and threw it into her mouth, the sweet taste wrapped around the tip of her tongue, and she liked these sweet and greasy pastries more and more.

Soon after Wei Wenyan left, Wulian hurried over, but today's Wulian's expression seemed to be a little dimmed, not as radiant as in the past. Dugu Muyu hadn't seen Wulian for a long time, and she hadn't heard anyone mention her, so she thought she was gone.

Wulian suddenly strode forward and grabbed her hand, her eyes sank as if she was thinking about something, and she murmured, "Fortunately, it's okay." He looked up at her and smiled brightly, "I'm here to say goodbye to you today." "That kid has a conscience and returned the fat Gu worm to her. Now she has nothing else to ask for, but the guilt in her heart hooks her day and night.

The smile of the dancing lotus has the brightness of a jasper girl, and the prejudice against the dancing lotus in Dugu Muyu's heart suddenly faded a little. Wulian took out a small square box from her bosom and put it on the table: "This is a hundred turn pills, which can cure a hundred poisons." ”

She looked at the brocade box on the table and asked puzzledly, "Why did the girl give medicine?" ”

"This is a life I owe you Dugu Muyu." Wulian replied in a low voice. Dugu Muyu is still confused, a life? Where to start? Wulian looked at her with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth: "It seems that he hasn't told you yet, but soon, you will know." ”

What does she mean by that? Why is Wulian always cloudy when she speaks today? Although she is always the same on weekdays, sometimes she is deep-minded, sometimes naughty. I saw Wulian turn around and step out of the threshold, she walked out of the outer room and called Wulian softly: "Is there a place for the girl?" ”

"The old woman is home all over the world, and she will meet again!" Wulian's words dissipated with her figure. She opened the brocade box on the table, and there was a jet-black pill lying in the box, but without the slightest suspicion, she locked the brocade box into the cabinet.

After a heavy rain, the weather became more and more dreary, and the low dark clouds hanging in the sky outside, overwhelming people's breathlessness. At night, the gnats outside the house let out a low cry and spoke words she didn't understand. She lazily lay down on the beauty floor, picked up the book on the couch by the yellowish candle flame and looked at it lazily. The breeze lifted the red veil, and her eyelids sank even more.

At this time, there was a bitter smell of medicine in the room, and the sleepiness that hit him suddenly disappeared. She has eaten more decoction than food in the past month, and she has long been accustomed to it. Without raising her head, she buried her head in the book in her hand and opened her lips and said, "Let it go, I'll drink it later." ”

With a dull sound of footsteps, she caught a glimpse of an inky hem, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were suddenly dyed with a hint of tenderness. She raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her and asked happily, "Wen Yan, are you free now?" ”

At this moment, a roaring thunder swept through the sky, and a flash of light illuminated the room. She shrank back, her heart pounding.

Wei Wenyan paused for a moment and looked at her silently. Holding a bowl of black slimy medicine in her hand, her face still has a look that she can never see through. Her expression darkened a little, and she reached out to take the medicine bowl from his hand. But he clenched his hand tightly and refused to let go, "Don't you ask what kind of medicine this is?" "The voice is deeper than ever.

Her clear eyes looked at him fixedly, and she asked lightly, "What medicine?" ”

"Abortion pills!" The sonorous and powerful three words fell clearly, with a terrifying chill, draining the last trace of warmth in her body.

Her hand unintentionally touched her flat lower abdomen, where the blood of the two of them was nurtured. She didn't even feel his existence, and now she was going to lose it! She evoked a wry smile, looked at him steadily, and after half a ring, spat out two words that could not be heard: "What? ”

He was most afraid of seeing her look so desperate, and he couldn't help it. The words that rang out clearly in his mind were already on the string, and they couldn't be delayed any longer! He looked away, with an unshakable firmness on his face, and said in a low voice: "This child, you can't stay!" ”

The sun was shining outside the house, but Dugu Muyu was like being in an ice cellar, and his body was infected with an icy chill. The chirping of cicadas seemed to satirize her, and the twinkling sunlight outside the house dazzled her eyes. She lowered her eyes, her white knuckles clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, and her voice was dyed with a sluggish coldness: "Why? ”

He took her in his cold hand and replied with a deep gaze: "If you keep him, you will die!" ”

Death? He never mentioned what illness she had suffered from before, thinking that he would be stingy with an explanation this time. The corners of her mouth were cold, and she asked in a low voice, "Wen Yan, how long have we known each other?"

"More than ten years!"

It's been ten years, but it's just a snap of a finger. Her gaze crossed the red concentric knot on his wrist, and the corners of her mouth hooked into a chuckle: "How long have we been married?" ”

"January 7th!"

It's only been a little more than a month, but she's living like a year. She was alone every day, and the number of times she saw him was only a handful. He is always off the ground, and she suspects that the ruthless person in front of her is really the gentle and considerate Wei Wenyan?