The wind blows through the treetops, and the sun is warm.

Gu Nansang sat in the gazebo, pinched his arm that had obviously become much softer, and sighed: "I have been lying here for more than ten days, and my muscles are soft. ”

Meng Wanyue picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip, and sighed lightly: "I haven't tasted tea for many years." ”

Gu Nansang was slightly stunned, looked at her slowly, and called in a low voice: "Rou Jia? ”

Meng Wanyue's fingers trembled, she almost couldn't hold the teacup in her hand, she was a little out of shape, she hurriedly held the teacup with both hands, put it on the table, and said with a wry smile: "Those who have passed, don't mention it again." ”

"Then ......" Gu Nansang bit his lip, and finally couldn't help it, and asked, "What about Wanyue?" ”

She sympathizes with Rou

Chapter 126 of "The Old Wind Cuts the New Mulberry", the death of the late moon is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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