In the early morning of the second day, Wan Wan opened her eyes and the perspective was still the same as the previous two days.

She got up naturally, cooked the morning food naturally, washed naturally, helped Feng Qingcheng change the dressing naturally, and then naturally rummaged through the kernels, took the unfinished clothes and sat in front of the door.

In these actions that she thought were extremely natural, Wan Wan stole her eyes to observe Feng Qingcheng several times. He didn't show anything unusual all morning, and it seemed that he really thought last night's events were dreams. Or perhaps, when he fell asleep, he had forgotten what happened in the half-asleep and half-awake time.

Wan Wan breathed a sigh of relief, and despised herself fiercely in her heart.

kissed it, how did she dare to do it and didn't dare to recognize it.

The red blood jade ring between her fingers shone with a dazzling luster in the sun, and the shiny Wan Wan was very happy. After sewing a distance of about a foot long, Feng Qingcheng walked over and placed the small basket in front of Wan Wan.

In the basket were the berries that had been picked the day before, and they had been cleaned, and the dripping water was full of tempting freshness.

Wan Wan looked Feng Qingcheng up and down twice.

Feng Qingcheng sat down and said, "I didn't get wet with water. ”

Wan Wan sighed: "After just a while, you ran to pick the fruit and went to the river to wash it." You're all healed, aren't you? ”

Feng Qingcheng immediately shook his head, "It's not good." As he spoke, he picked up a berry and fed it to Wanwan's lips.

Wan Wan looked at him again, and finally withdrew her gaze to continue the needlework in hand.

The river flows quietly, and the warblers come and go. The sound of the leaves swaying in the mountains was everywhere.

A large expanse of warm sun shone in front of the wooden house. Neither of them spoke, but they were more comfortable and leisurely.

Feng Qingcheng handed berries to Wan Wan's mouth one by one, and Wan Wan ate them one after another. It wasn't until the corners of her lips were stained with a little reddish berry juice that Feng Qingcheng's half-handed hand stopped.

He put down the berries in his hand, reached over and gently wiped the berries with his thumb. Then he paused for a moment and leaned over.

His fingers didn't leave after wiping the juice away, and Wan Wan looked up at him. Seeing him leaning over at this moment, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

In the next moment, Wan Wan thought: What is she doing! What does she do with her eyes closed!

Realizing the unreasonableness of this action, Wan Wan immediately opened her eyes, but his dragonfly kiss was over.

Feng Qingcheng's face was close at hand, and his eyes were bright with a natural blurred smile. He looked at her and smiled slightly: "You are dreaming, it is a dream." ”

Wan Wan stagnation.

On the old tree not far away, a warbler fell. A few unknown wildflowers are quietly blooming among the blades of grass. A warm breeze blew through her sideburns.

Feng Qingcheng raised his hand to comb the few strands of hair that swayed slightly in the wind behind her ears, and when she was about to get up, her collar was suddenly grabbed by Wan Wan.

He looked over for some reason, and she grabbed him by the collar and leaned forward slightly, the berry-scented lip flap pressed heavily between his lips for a moment. Then she let go of her hand and said to him, "You're dreaming, you're dreaming." ”

Feng Qingcheng laughed. Because of his pleasure, the spring light around him seemed to become more beautiful in an instant.

Wan Wan struggled to turn her gaze away from him and back to the needle and thread in her hand. The eyes don't look at him, but the heart in that cavity is still beating rhythmically.

Wan Wan thought that the person in front of her was a poppy spirit, how could she make her unable to control her behavior again and again.

For the second time today, she despised herself in her heart.

She's doing something again!

What about her temperament? Well, she never seemed to have that thing before.

What about her principles? Well, she doesn't have that either.

......

Wan Wan was despising and torturing herself, when she saw a berry being brought to her lips again. She blinked, opened her mouth to bite the berry, and bit his finger at the same time. As soon as I exerted a little force, I heard the sound of him gasping for air.

Wanwan's heart was inexplicably happy, and she let go of his fingers, only taking the berry in her mouth.

The crisp and sweet berries once again diffuse a piece of spring in the mouth.

Wan Wan didn't expect that after she finished eating the berry, he handed over another one. She was slightly stunned, then bit his finger again with a smile.

Every time she handed a berry, she had to bite him. Feng Qingcheng still didn't stop. His fingers were covered with dense tooth marks, and he smiled happily.

The day passed like this, and at dusk time, Wan Wan finally made a set of underwear.

After the twilight was gone, she stepped on the drooping twilight and went to the river to wash the freshly made clothes and the dress she had changed out of earlier.

Wan Wan squatted by the water and washed her clothes, and Feng Qingcheng sat aside and brought her honey locust powder.

For such a soap powder shelf that has no practical meaning except for being pleasing to the eye, Wan Wan did not object. As long as he doesn't get wet, he can sit for as long as he wants. Anyway, for her, pleasing to the eye is also a relatively significant significance.

The scales of the water gradually changed from the warm color of the setting sun to the cold glow of the stars and the moon. Above the sky, a few thin streams of clouds drifted with the wind. A galaxy of shimmering stars crossed the horizon, falling from one side of the sky to the other.

Wan Wan washed her clothes, put down her sleeves and sat next to Feng Qingcheng. She looked up at the star dome for a while, and suddenly sighed.

Feng Qingcheng smiled and asked, "Why do you always sigh?" ”

Wan Wan said: "This situation suddenly remembered a poem. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

Feng Qingcheng was silent and said, "It's Cheng Wenzhong's Queqiao Immortal." ”

The sorrow in Wan Wan's heart suddenly dissipated. Cheng Wu's goods are really shameless, and he doesn't know how to pick some distant plagiarism. At this time, Qin Guan was almost born. He took other people's paths, and how did he let people go?

Wan Wan gave a particularly disdainful "tsk" twice.

Seeing her expression, Feng Qingcheng was a little puzzled, "Didn't Wan Wan want to say that she would be separated from me?" ”

Wan Wan turned around and said, "I really admire you, if you really admire me, you are not in one place, isn't it better than those husbands and wives who stay together but are separated from each other." ”

Feng Qingcheng's expression on the face froze slightly. It turned out that she still meant it.

After only a breath of time, Feng Qingcheng resumed a smile on his face, "Even if the husband and wife are not in the same place?" ”

Wan Wan patted her mouth, "It's wrong, we're already separated." ”

Feng Qingcheng blinked and said, "How many times have we ever been separated?" Even if Wan Wanfei said that we have separated, then you have to rely on Feng Han's marriage. ”

Wan Wan said: "In this situation, how can I be with you." As for the marriage letter, I signed it by Feng Hankeng, and I don't count those who were pitted. ”

Feng Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, "Marriage book? ”

Wan Wan nodded, "Marriage book." ”

Only a moment later, Wan Wan spoke again: "Didn't I say anything about the marriage book?" ”