[I wanted to get rid of it, but because the day of the missing shift was the birthday of the little lord of Liyue, the scum ink picked up the supplement of conscience]

Can you give or receive a ring casually?

The answer, of course, is no.

Wan Wan touched those rings, and her heart was infinitely entangled. There's nothing wrong with his logic, but the ring isn't something that can be taken casually.

Is she a principled person? No.

Is she a ghost with only principles? No.

Then why should she bother!

Wan Wan took all the rings on the table in front of her. The sound of the rings brushing against the stone table, the rings striking against each other, was pleasing to her.

The best red blood jade, there are so many of them.

Wan Wan was so happy that she couldn't see her teeth, and picked up the one she had at hand and put it on her finger, which was just right. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and regardless of whether it was suitable for wearing it on other fingers, she wore a few on each of the ten fingers.

Wan Wan put a pair of hands in front of her eyes, but looked at it back and forth, and her heart was full of joy for a while.

Those blooming hearts bloomed for a while, and then withered in an instant. Wan Wan thought that she accepted other people's rings but did not give them a wife, this behavior did not seem to be a matter of principle.

She looked at the rings on her hands and on the table, and after a long period of contradiction, she ruthlessly opened her eyes and took the rings off her fingers one by one.

Putting all the rings together in one place, Wan Wan's hands couldn't push them out no matter what.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes dangled in her heart during the day. If she pushed the ring like that, he would be sad.

But it's not good to take it like that.

Wan Wan was hesitating, and saw Feng Qingcheng's gaze fall on her hand. He was aware of his intentions, right? Wan Wan involuntarily let go of her hand, picked up a few rings at random, and pretended to play.

was entangled in her heart, and a rough texture appeared on her fingertips. She paused slightly, and subconsciously looked at the ring in her finger. The material of the ring is the same as the other rings, all of which are of the best red blood jade, but the workmanship is rough, and the traces of carving are full of clumsiness.

Wan Wan looked carefully at the rings on the table again, and then noticed that the rings were a little delicate and a little rough, as if they could be arranged in order from rough to delicate.

She suddenly remembered the two pairs of spoons and chopsticks, raised her head almost in a daze, and said to Feng Qingcheng: "These ...... You didn't do it yourself. ”

Feng Qingcheng bent the corners of his lips slightly, and said, "I don't want to fake my hands to others." ”

At this moment, Feng Qingcheng didn't realize that there was actually no smile in the smile he revealed.

Her movements were so obvious that he couldn't see her intentions.

She didn't want to take it.

She liked these rings in her heart, but they were just a toy, and she didn't want to take them.

He had expected this situation for a long time, but he still couldn't calm down when he really had to face it. Since the northern land came to Kyoto, no matter what the situation is, he can control his joy and anger with ease. Only when facing her, he couldn't control his expression and actions freely.

This time, especially this time.

Wan Wan had silently withdrawn the idea of returning the ring to him at this moment.

The wrench she gave him was made by herself. When she got married, the one he put on her was prepared by the Dingbei Hou Mansion, maybe she found a skilled craftsman to make it, or maybe she bought it casually.

She had been overjoyed by the same texture, but now that she had so many rings carved by his own hands, she felt her heart sink and wanted to cry.

Wan Wan silently picked out the roughest one and asked, "This is the first one?" ”

Feng Qingcheng nodded, "Hmm".

Wan Wan put the ring on her hand.

Even if she had come to this point, she had never thought of asking him for the wrench. There is even a faint hope that he will wear it forever. Thinking about it in another position, she can no longer be his wife, and she will never break his heart at this moment if she accepts the ring.

Wan Wan struggled to pull her mind back to reason. And I thought, if he didn't treat her like what he saw without a trace of water, but had other intentions, then ......

Then don't let these treasures be in vain!

She kept her head down, Feng Qingcheng couldn't see her expression, all he could see was her movements.

When he saw that she had only taken the first ring and put it on her hand, he thought to himself: she had carved this wrench in his hand, and she had never asked him for it even if she had left. Now she only takes this first ring, probably because she wants to keep a souvenir.

Feng Qingcheng suppressed the coldness in his heart and said, "You ...... Just take this one? ”

Wan Wan raised her face and said in surprise: "What do you want?" ”

Halfway through the words, Wan Wan swept the rings into the purse and took them down the table. Her action made Feng Qingcheng stagnate, and then the coldness in her heart faded, and she was infinitely happy.

Wan Wan saw the smile on Feng Qingcheng's face, and her heart unconsciously bred a joy. She sat up straight, put the pouch on her lap, and took out the rings one by one to look at them.

By the silvery light, she noticed a strange pattern on one of the rings. The pattern is the shape of a willow leaf, but the movement of the leaf vein in the middle is like a sudden mistake carved by a knife.

The more Wan Wan looked at it, the more she felt that this willow leaf was carved to make up for the wrong knife. She handed the ring to Feng Qingcheng and asked, "This nick is a little strange. ”

Feng Qingcheng glanced at it and said lightly: "There was a sudden accident, so I carved a knife." ”

The smile on Wan Wan's face gradually retracted. What kind of accident can make a person like him mistaken?

If it weren't for the sudden earthquake, or if he happened to be sitting in the carriage and the carriage suddenly jolted, it would have been difficult for him to make such a mistake.

Wan Wan rubbed the ring, carefully observing the nick. Thinking of the old scars on his body, his breath was stagnant.

Could it be because of an assassination?

Wan Wan sat silently at the table, rubbing the rings one by one. Feng Qingcheng sat on the other side of the table, still looking at her quietly.

A crescent moon disappeared from the night dome, and it was already the middle of the night.

When she went to bed, Wan Wan also held the purse. She hugged these rings, as if she was holding him for the past three years.

The night wind blew through the window, bringing with it the distant sound of running water and the low chirping of night insects.

Wanwan closed her eyes and couldn't sleep anyway. She simply opened her eyes and looked at Feng Qingcheng beside her.

She raised her hand and slowly traced the contours of his brow, forehead, lips and nose through the thin layer of air. Thinking of the old and new bits and pieces he made for her, I couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in my heart.

How could something that was originally simple be made like this by her?

If she didn't take the Four Orders at the beginning, but wandered the rivers and lakes alone. He treats her with the same half of his heart, and she will go back with him with joy.

But she took it, not only took it, but also threw it under Zhao Zixuan.

Providence does not make people. It's dog blood that makes people.

Wan Wan bit her lip, and her heart hurt slightly.

I have died once, I have been a ghost for so long, and I am used to seeing the various scenes of the Nai He Bridge and the Vain Dead City. She can pick up everything she does and put it down.

But for him, it seems that he can't put it back when he picks it up.

Wan Wan leaned over silently, and carefully dropped a light kiss between his eyebrows and eyes. This kiss stayed for a long time, and Wan Wan just held her breath and remained motionless in this position.

The rustling of the mountains and forests, and the low chirping of night insects.

When Wan Wan held her breath to the limit, Fang slowly withdrew with a very light movement. Only halfway through the retreat, Wan Wan saw Feng Qingcheng open her eyes, and the pair of peach blossom pupils that confused her heartstrings looked at her just right.

Wan Wan stiffened, cleared her throat in a low voice, and said softly and slowly as if hypnotic: "You are asleep." It's a dream, it's a dream. ”

After that, Wan Wan shrank back, covered half of her face with the quilt, and fell asleep seriously.

In the hazy starlight, Feng Qingcheng looked at her for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Everything seemed to have never happened, but the corners of Feng Qingcheng's lips hung with joy and joy all night, and the arc was full of uncontrollable self-restraint.