The corners of Feng Han's forehead twitched, "I inquired about Sister Awan, and specially prepared these colors of paint, because I can only paint sycamore flowers." ”

The implication is that there is no other paint. Wan Wan stared at the few colors of paint, and her face was suddenly tangled.

Feng Han's eyes flickered slightly, and after a while, he pretended to be questioning, and said, "Sister doesn't like it?" Then let's go find an artist, draw the beckoning cat that my sister wants, and remix the paint according to the color on it. ”

With that, she began to pack up the things on the table, and when she picked up a box of paint, she paused slightly, and her eyes showed a look of regret.

Seeing her expression, Wan Wan couldn't help asking, "This pigment is not easy to make?" ”

Feng Han said: "That's not it, it's just that a special spice is added to it, and the tattoos on the body can always have a faint fragrance." I didn't know in advance that Sister Ah Wan didn't like sycamore flowers. She silently cleaned up for a while, then turned her head to look at Wan Wan and said with a smile: "Sister A Wan has grown up, and her temperament and preferences are naturally different from when she was a child. It's me who takes it for granted. ”

The smile in Feng Han's eyes melted warmly, and the previous regrets were no longer there, and some were just a trace of sorry. "I had to ask my sister to wait a little longer."

Wan Wan took Feng Han's hand to clean up her things, "Sycamore flowers are also very beautiful, these colors cost the materials and Sister Han's thoughts, so they can't be wasted." ”

Feng Han froze for a moment, pointed to his correction word by word: "Han, brother, brother." ”

This person is really serious, but it is only three seconds. As soon as I felt that she was reliable, I started to treasure again.

Wan Wan's gaze slipped over her chest and said, "You don't have to be so unconfident. ”

Feng Han is also strange, she doesn't mind the length of time, but she doesn't mind Wanwan despising her flat chest. She rearranged the utensils needed for the tattoo and let Wan Wan lie on the bed.

Wan Wan folded the quilt and pressed it under her, giving herself a very comfortable angle.

Feng Han brought something to the head of the bed, she looked at Wan Wan's back, and first reached out with admiration and rubbed it a few times, "Sister, this skin is really like brocade and beautiful jade." ”

Wan Wan pulled out an arm, touched Feng Han's leg twice with her backhand, and said, "There is so much nonsense." ”

Feng Han chuckled for a while, stopped talking, gently wiped the scar and the surrounding skin with the potion, and began to concentrate on painting the sycamore flowers.

Her movements were very light, Wan Wan didn't feel much pain, she lay on the quilt and closed her eyes to rest, half awake and half foggy.

A string of light pink and lilac delicate flowers gradually took shape under Feng Han's hands, and she admired the string of sycamore flowers, feeling in her heart that she was really the best brother in the world. Although it is difficult to be her younger brother in the pit, she has already done everything she can do for her, and she is right to live with him.

When Feng Han's movements finally stopped, there were bursts of rooster crows outside the window.

Wan Wan got up, looked at a pair of eyes and asked, "Okay?" ”

Feng Han nodded and pointed to the bronze mirror in the room, then looked at the window again, and said, "Why is it dawning." ”

Wan Wan sat up and put on her shoes, and said, "You called for most of the night, and it took you half a night to get these, of course the day is bright." ”

Feng Han yawned, lay down directly on the bed, and said, "No, I'll sleep for a while." ”

Wan Wan looked at the string of sycamore flowers behind her through the bronze mirror, and it was really good-looking. She saw the joy in her heart, and thanked Feng Han: "Thank you." ”

Feng Han lay motionless on the couch, only stretched out one arm and pointed to the head of the bed, and said, "The little cyan jar, remember to apply the ointment in it, twice a day for seven days." ”

Wan Wan walked over and picked out the celadon jar she said. The egg-sized jar was filled with a snow-white and moist paste, and Wan Wan picked up a little with her fingernails and applied a layer with the help of a copper mirror. After admiring it for a while, she felt a little hungry, so she put away the ointment and tied the small round basket to her body very devotedly.

After seeing that he had no omissions, he opened the door and walked downstairs to get ready to eat. I didn't forget to make the posture of a deputy pregnant woman while walking. Wan Wan is very sorry at the moment, those people in Tianmen are not there.

That group of people, especially the goods of the Tai Ling, always discouraged their enthusiasm for learning. See, she's not pretending to be vigilant.

At this hour, the inn had not yet opened, but there was already a person sitting in the lobby, a person with a unique demeanor that could not be ignored.

He sat there quietly, his slender fingers resting on the teacup without any movement, like a sculpture. I don't know how long the tea in the teacup has been left unheated. The morning light shines through the window paper, and the cold morning light and the glow of the warm lamps and candles are reflected in one place, which makes Wan Wan have an illusion of a sudden dream.

She walked down the last few flights of stairs and walked in front of the man. The man looked up slowly, looked at her for a moment, and then moved his gaze to her lower abdomen.

Wan Wan's hand still learned the posture of a pregnant woman, and she put it on the round basket through a layer of skirt. The amber ring between the fingers glows with two lines of warm light under the dual light source of cold and warm.

After a long silence, the two actually spoke at the same time.

"You've lost a lot."

"You've lost a lot."

Wan Wan took a deep breath and sat opposite Fengqing City. Not only did he clear a lot, but his expression was also haggard. The look in those peach blossom eyes was indistinguishable, but it could make Wan Wan feel endless gloom and burn from it.

She closed her gaze and said, "Back then, you showed mercy to my subordinates and let me go." Now I'll let you go. ”

Feng Qingcheng didn't respond, just looked at her silently.

Wan Wan smiled and said, "Don't go?" Wait until I catch you and exchange it for money? ”

Feng Qingcheng was silent for a long time before he spoke: "He...... How are you treated? ”

There was no beginning or end to this question, and Wan Wan was stunned for a moment and immediately understood.

With his own image, he was afraid that he had misunderstood.

Misunderstanding is misunderstanding. Anyway, she had decided not to approach him again, to try not to enter his world again. He thinks what he wants.

Wan Wan replied briefly, "Okay." ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled and said, "That's good." ”

He looked at Wan Wan for a while, and then stood up. When he turned around, his movements were slightly sluggish, and then he continued to walk to the door, opened the door and walked out.

Wan Wan didn't watch him leave, and she didn't notice the loss of soul in his back, and she was sad.

She sat at the table for a long time, until the shopkeeper and his companion came out to wipe the table, and she remembered that she had to do her duty as a courtier. She summoned the shopkeeper and asked, "When did the man sitting here come?" How many people came? ”

For Fengqing City, the shopkeeper's impression is so deep that it can't be deeper. He was really curious in his heart, how in a short period of time, there were such two peerless characters in this inconspicuous town.

No matter how curious he was, he didn't dare to reveal it, so he only replied with a smile: "I came here for half a night yesterday, and I was alone." When I entered the door, I didn't look very good, and I sat like this all the time and didn't speak. ”

Wan Wan asked carefully, "What time was last night?" ”

The shopkeeper unconsciously glanced at Wan Wan, coughed dryly twice, and didn't know how to answer.

Where can he still pay attention to the hour, first the lady called Joy, and then there is such a figure in the store. How could he still have the heart to pay attention to the hour. How to answer this at the moment, you can't say: I came back to this lady when you were almost over.

The shopkeeper thought about it, and then said with a smile: "I didn't pay attention to this." There are fried oil rings in the store today, can the lady use some? ”