When Wan Wan saw him smile like this, her heart was as uncomfortable as a fire roasted and fried.

She regretted it very much at the moment.

She wanted to be separated from him forever, but she couldn't control her heart. She struggled so against her heart, but she subconsciously didn't want to get hurt. But she wasn't sure if he was treating her with intent or if he was really in love. If it is the latter, then she should never have said and acted like this, or even thought about it like this.

She didn't have the ability to get her heart back, but she wanted to hurt him. If she hurts him, her heart will hurt too.

What the hell is she doing?

Since when did she become like this? The word love makes people stupid and crazy, and it turns out that it will also make people timid. Or in front of love words, she is such a timid person.

If the mind is not controlled, why should it be controlled? Where it likes, it will be.

The body cannot be casual, and the heart can still be willing.

Wan Wan reached out to touch his cheek again, but when she was about to touch it, she fell down again, only pulled his sleeve and shook it, and said softly, "I'm sorry." ”

Feng Qingcheng looked at her and said, "No need to apologize, you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he paused, smiled, and said no more.

Wan Wan pursed her lips and said seriously: "I want to apologize." It was I who brought things to where we are today, it was my cowardice that I had to grease the soles of my feet when my heart hurt. ”

Feng Qingcheng looked at her for a moment, gently took her into his arms, and said, "It's my fault first." ”

Wan Wan stretched out her arms and hugged him back, and said slowly: "Hengzhi, I have always cherished myself. I don't want to suffer a little grievance, I don't want to suffer a little pain by myself. But now I'd rather suffer myself than see you hurt.

I don't have the ability to get my heart back, even if you really calculate me, I'm afraid I won't have the ability to get it back. I don't take it. ”

Feng Qingcheng touched her hair very lightly and slowly, and said, "In this case, why don't you believe me again." ”

Wan Wan said: "Hengzhi is too smart, I don't dare to risk the lives of others." ”

Feng Qingcheng was silent and said, "If I were really as smart as you think, I wouldn't have lost you three years ago." ”

Wan Wan didn't speak, but tightened the arms that were holding him.

After embracing each other silently for a long time, Feng Qingcheng spoke: "The incident three years ago, the situation should not have been like that. In Bianjing City, I am afraid that there is a hand of unknown origin stirring up the situation. Maybe by my side, maybe under my cousin, maybe among the four gates.

I am not sure about this, nor do I know if there is any remnant of that force.

You may not believe me, but you must promise me that if you still want to go back, you must be careful and careful in all your actions. ”

With that, Feng Qingcheng let go of his hand. Wan Wan was still unwilling to let go of him, and her hug became tighter and tighter.

Feng Qingcheng gently patted her on the shoulder, "Wanwan." ”

"Huh?"

"The porridge is mushy."

The millet porridge is boiled, and the taste is really unpalatable. Wan Wan seemed to have lost her sense of taste, and sent a few spoonfuls of her lower abdomen in a row.

Feng Qingcheng was surprised: "Don't you feel bitter? ”

Wan Wan nodded, "Don't stop being bitter, the taste is weird." ”

The morning food on the table is simple and miserable. A pot of pasted millet porridge, a few thin and uneven half-burnt raw egg cakes, and a plate of small wild vegetables with some coarse salt grains.

The taste of porridge is bitter and weird. The quiche is charred in some places and sticky in others. As for the wild vegetables, they were already bitter and astringent, sandwiched with gritty salt, and the difference in taste was even better.

Wan Wan is eating with the corners of her lips crooked. This made Feng Qingcheng more and more surprised. He knew her delicious temperament, and he knew best that her mouth was actually very picky.

She likes to eat what is delicious, and she can swallow it if it is not delicious, but when she eats something that is not delicious, she definitely does not show such an expression.

Feng Qingcheng put down his chopsticks and said, "But you got a cold?" ”

Wan Wan shook her head, "No." ”

Feng Qingcheng looked at the porridge and rice on the table again, looked at her suspiciously, and said, "You really didn't get cold?" ”

Wan Wan then understood why he had this question, and replied with a smile: "I didn't get cold, I breathed smoothly, and my taste was as usual." Porridge is bitter, but as long as Hengzhi's face is not bitter, I see that everything is sweet. ”

After a pause, she said again: "Three meals a day, not even coarse tea and light rice." Broken houses and bad rooms, all under the wind. But these days, I feel very happy. Happier than three years ago, happier than three years ago. ”

Time seemed to press the pause button on Feng Qingcheng's body, and after a while, he seemed to come back to life, and a shallow smile appeared from the bottom of his eyes.

He picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a piece of egg cake, tore off the piece in the middle, which was not thin, thick, raw or burnt, and handed it to the small plate in front of Wan Wan.

Wan Wan flattened the quiche, picked up a few of the most tender leaves and put them in it, then rolled it up from one side and divided it into two more portions from the middle. She brought one to her mouth, and the other to Feng Qingcheng's mouth.

The early morning sun poured through the window all over the house, shining on a table of porridge and rice under the window, and even on the two of them. The warm yellowish light gilded it all with a faint halo.

At this moment, the years have a layer of gentle color.

Wan Wan held her cheeks and watched him finish a meal, until she remembered something in a trance when she was washing the dishes and chopsticks, so she paused when she handed the bowl, "It seems that there is a very important matter, why can't I remember it for a while." ”

Feng Qingcheng took the cleaned dishes and chopsticks and put them on the table, and said, "If it has nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter." Don't think about it. ”

Wan Wan nodded, "That makes sense." ”

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Wan Wan sat in front of the door with the light blue cloth. Feng Qingcheng took jujube tea and a bag of preserved fruits and put them in front of the door, and he also sat down here.

One of them sewed clothes and the other carved a comb. A large area of sunlight shone through, and it was warm and slightly scorching.

The spring is beautiful, and people are smoked out of a lazy comfort.

When Feng Qingcheng once again freed his hand and stuffed a plum into Wan Wan's mouth, Wan Wan ate a fruit core.

She bought a pit plum, and the original pit should have been stuffed with an apricot candy. This one was supposed to be missing from the production.

Wan Wan spit out the kernel in her hand, and when she was about to throw it away, she was suddenly attracted by the sound of a bird's cry. She followed the sound and looked at the treetops not far away, then raised her hand and flicked her fingers.

The pits shot out, just in time to hit a sparrow.

Feng Qingcheng smiled: "Want to eat meat? ”

Wan Wan said: "Am I so greedy in your heart? You can't eat fishy fish with this injury, and it's not a matter of just asking you to eat some wild vegetables and snacks. Before, I was depressed that I couldn't see a pheasant or a hare in the mountains, but I ignored the good things under my nose. ”

As she spoke, Wan Wan got up and swept to the place where the sparrow had fallen. With just one glance, she was "tsk" for her secret weapon kung fu.

Look, just one kernel, half of the sparrow's head is rotten.

Wan Wan bent down, and as soon as she picked up the sparrow, a sudden flash flashed in her mind. She straightened up and said to Feng Qingcheng, "I remembered." ”