Wan Wan did not follow Fengqing City back to the Dingbei Hou Mansion, but got off halfway and went to Tianmen.

Before getting out of the car, she said to Feng Qingcheng: "If you can't go back in time today, you don't have to wait for me." ”

As in the case these days, Feng Qingcheng still said like a big good cat: "Okay." ”

Wan Wan jumped out of the car and walked straight into the Tianmen Mansion. Feng Qingcheng kept watching her back disappear behind the door of the Tianmen Mansion, only to feel that the majestic color was as dark as the night, cold and uncomfortable.

He lowered the curtain and said lightly, "Let's go." ”

The family banquet in Dingbei Houfu began to be prepared early. Wan Wan didn't come back, so Feng Yaniang completed the operation accompanied by Feng Songniang. With Zhuluan's previous foreshadowing, she completed it extremely smoothly. Mrs. Deutt was very pleased.

Wan Wan still came back just before the family feast began.

The family sat in the garden to admire the moon, Mrs. Tai smiled constantly because of the endless witticisms of her grandchildren. The county lord of Xianghe has been a little annoyed recently, but she also maintains a decent smile and continues to maintain her image of a loving mother.

In the joy of this piece, Wan Wan didn't say a word. Just quietly looking up at the full moon on the night of the vault.

As a human again, he changed his time and space and changed his body. She is no longer alone in this Mid-Autumn Festival, but she feels that she is still watching the moon alone. In this time and space, she only has one relative, Second Master Ming. At this moment, I don't know where the second master is, but have you eaten more moon cakes greedily, and have you remembered to add an extra piece of clothing when you admire the moon.

Feng Songniang saw Wan Wan looking at the moon silently, as if she was out of the range of this harmony. So he moved over, pulled his sleeves boldly, and said, "What is the eldest sister-in-law thinking here?" ”

Wan Wan didn't turn her eyes to talk to her as Feng Songniang thought, and even the expression on her face didn't change half a minute, she only spoke, "The moon doesn't drink, and the shadow disciple follows me." ”

Feng Songniang was a little puzzled when she heard this. Her sister-in-law is here to chant poetry? But how can this scene and this scene think of such a lonely sentence.

Wan Wan came back to her senses, withdrew her gaze from the moon, and saw Feng Songniang's eyes full of confusion, so she smiled and said, "I'm thinking about the knife technique." ”

The little girl immediately understood. It turns out that the poem is a move in the sister-in-law's knife technique. Being able to devote yourself to studying martial arts anytime and anywhere is the difference between masters.

Feng Songniang nodded understandingly, touched the small crossbow hidden in her sleeve and made a painstaking decision.

The world says that her eldest sister-in-law is a natural martial arts wizard. Besides, she is an ordinary and inconspicuous little lady, so she has to work harder, so that it is possible to learn one or two of the eldest sister-in-law.

There was an extra Feng Songniang beside her, and it did not affect Wan Wan's understanding of life.

Wan Wan sighed first, why didn't she realize any new martial arts from this sadness like Li. It's a pity for this gloomy mood.

Until the end of the family banquet, when Wan Wan and Feng Qingcheng walked to Qi Ao Zhai, she was blown by the cool breeze with the fragrance of bamboo and wood, and the depression in her chest suddenly dissipated a lot. Fang Cai's unprovoked poem in his heart is not followed by a sentence "Temporarily accompanied by the moon and shadow, the joy must be and spring." ”

This is the truth.

She was born alone, and she was a lonely person. What you can get is earned, and if you can't get it, you don't have anything to lose. Suffering from gains and losses, sensitivity and worry, this kind of wasted time is really not like what she should do.

To live is to enjoy this great time in time.

Wan Wan paused, stretched a long stretch between the breeze and the moon, and then shook off her steps and walked back to Qi Ao Zhai. I still have enough time to take a milk bath, sleep, get up, get up, eat delicious food, and laugh with the girls......

Even the gloom in her eyes is gone. It was as if what he saw that night was just an illusion under Feng Qingcheng's dazzled eyes. Occasionally, when Wan Wan looked at him, her eyes were still like stars, but they always made him feel that something was missing.

An autumn rain fell, and the weather became colder and colder. Bamboo leaves fall from time to time in the bamboo forest, and they fall leisurely in the moist cool breeze. A fluffy chick stretched its neck among the sparse leaves, flapping its wings in vain, and whirling quickly but without a head.

Feng Qingcheng walked over and gently grabbed the little chicken. Walked to the big bamboo basket resting on the edge of the bamboo forest and put the little chick inside. Looking inside, the eight chicks scattered at the bottom of the basket have their own postures. After looking at him, he crouched down. Reached out and poked the font on the back of the little chick that had been lying quietly on his stomach. Then his fingers traced the flying strokes.

Over and over again......

The moisture in the bamboo forest blew the corners of his clothes slightly damp.

Wan Wan's voice came from behind herself, "What are Hengzhi looking at?" ”

Feng Qingcheng's hand paused, then took it back, and said, "Wan Wan hasn't fed them for a few days. ”

Wan Wan only said "um", and squatted down when she came closer.

She noticed that the eight chicks in the basket were still alive and well. She hadn't fed the chickens blood since the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she hadn't seen them again. At the moment, it looks like their state is not much different from what they were a few days ago. The last chick to be fed No. 5 did not show signs of malaise. is leisurely pecking at the rice grains at the bottom of the basket.

Wan Wan grabbed the No. 5 chick, stroked the fluffy back with her fingers, and said, "Hengzhi, let's round the house." ”

Squat in front of the chicken basket, look at the chicken, and tell him this.

Feng Qingcheng felt a little choked. He smoothed the strangeness in his heart and said, "A-Niang lost a back box in the Northland before. There should be a cure for soul loss. I've sent someone to look for it. When Wanwan's loss of soul is cured, let's talk about it again. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Lest one day in the future you regain your memory, but you will be troubled by the marriage between us. Wouldn't that be clean? ”

Wan Wan nodded, said "oh" and put down the little chick in her hand, got up and left.

Even the back has a somewhat casual appearance. Obviously, the air was very fresh, but Feng Qingcheng felt stuffy again. He looked at Wan Wan's back and disappeared behind the two courtyard doors, and it took a long time to withdraw his gaze. He shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to shake off some annoying thought. He got up and lifted his feet and left Qi Ao Zhai.

The silver finch in the yard, who was rubbing the almond skin, threw away the almonds in his hand, entered the house, poked the golden warbler, and whispered: "What do you say is wrong with Mrs. and Master Hou?" ”

Jin Ying's eyes slightly removed from the work in his hand, and replied, "I don't know." However, it makes sense for Madame to do anything. ”

Yinque naturally knows that it is the girl's duty to have more hands and more mouths. But the one who knows how to share the worries of the master is a good girl. She glanced obliquely at the golden warbler, who was bored and continued to do needlework. Xindao: This is a lump of wood. I don't know where Mrs. Yang went to buy her wit in the first place?