He casually changed the stage at random, and it was a soap opera. Anyway, he didn't mean to watch TV, so he left it on. Feng Feng looked at it with relish. When the song stopped at a lyric, Feng Feng suddenly felt a shock in his heart.

If you can't blush your eyes when you say goodbye, can you still blush.

- Your own expired visa!

I'm about to go.

Parting is imminent.

Could it be that this is the last moment with Li Huan? Reason told me that I should say goodbye to him, at the very least, and leave openly—but how? How so?

Several times, the words were halfway to the lips.

She couldn't go on.

Suddenly, his eyes turned red.

Li Huan was so surprised: "What are you crying about?" Watching a soap opera moved you to tears? As for it? ”

She was buried in his arms and cried even more sadly.

He didn't know, he didn't know at all.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving.

In the future, will there be no more love, such a night, and this warm embrace? Are you going to lose it forever?

She choked up: "I don't want to...... I don't want to ...... at all Walk ......"

He listened to her voice vaguely, and hurriedly said: "Forget it, don't look at this, change one, change another ......"

She cried even harder: "Stupid...... Li Huan, big fool ......"

"Well, I'm a big idiot. Okay, don't look at this......"

She choked and fell into his arms, slowly ceasing to cry.

He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the robe that had fallen to the ground and put it on her body, fastened the belt, picked up his own robe and put it on, and then put on her big hairy tiger head slippers and stood up with her in his arms.

She rubbed her nose, her voice still choked: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Let's go out and see the moonlight, and there's moonlight tonight."

Passing through the cobblestone corridor is a wide meadow with some evergreen trees. Looking from the meadow, there is a small lake in front of it, and the autumn moonlight is very deserted on it.

It was still the first quarter moon, bent like a girl's upside-down eyebrows.

Li Huan dragged a thick flaxen-colored soft wool cushion on the wide swing rocking chair by the big tree, hugged her, and the two sat on it together.

Feng Feng leaned on his arms, looking at the thin moon, charming like a silkworm eyebrow, around it, there was a cold light in the distance, from time to time a gust of night wind blew, slowly immersed into his bones, only to know that winter was coming.

Li Huan tightened her nightgown and said softly, "Is it cold?" ”

Her whole body sank into the huge soft fur cushion, and she shook her head, "It's not cold. ”

"Feng, we haven't spent the moon like this before, right?"

She couldn't help laughing: "Li Huan, are you learning romance?" ”

He was right: "Can't I be romantic?" ”

His hand wrapped his hand tightly around her waist, and he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, unusually softly: "Feng, do you like it or not?" ”

"I like it."

"I've you off tonight, don't be sad, okay?"

She shook her head, and suddenly said, "If I do something that makes you unhappy, will you be angry?" ”

"Fool, we've been together for so many years, when have I ever really been mad at you?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and hugged his waist with a smile: "Li Huan, no matter what I do in the future, you must not be angry with me." ”

"Hmm. Even if you're angry, it's only for a moment, hehe. ”