Chapter 083

"What don't?" Lu Xiaofeng was also a little puzzled when he heard Ziyuejun's soft call. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, he was conceiving the plot wholeheartedly, and he didn't think about it deeply, and he didn't burn Ziyuejun's forehead when he probed it, just when she said in her sleep.

He turned around and continued to write the book, "Well, I'll ask Xu Gongzi what it feels like to kiss in a moment, just refer to it when writing the book." ”

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng left, Ziyuejun felt this little disappointment in his heart, and when he heard Lu Xiaofeng's self-talk just now, he didn't know that he was wrong.

That Lu Xiaofeng was just writing a story, secretly smacking herself in her heart, and then reached out and touched her own hot face, and secretly moved her eyes to Lu Xiaofeng's face that focused on code words, and she was a little stupid for a while.

Time is spent here unconsciously, and there is a strong desire for inspiration and creation.

Lu Xiaofeng wrote so fast that he completely forgot the loss of time, and it was not until sunset that Lu Xiaofeng wrote the pen unsatisfactorily.

The birds in the cottage circled in the sky and returned to their nests, and the women with loud voices also began to shout to their own men who were farting and chatting at the head of the village after their work: "Daddy, it's time to eat......

Lu Xiaofeng wrote all afternoon, and he was also unbearably hungry.

Seeing that Ziyuejun was already asleep, he walked out of the house lightly, then washed the bowl on the table and the bamboo tube for delivering rice, and then took the bamboo tube to Zidie's house to get dinner to eat.

When cooking dinner, Lu Xiaofeng took sausages and gave them to Zidie, which added a little meat flavor to the light and delicious vegetarian dishes in the evening.

Purple Butterfly is busy and busy, but her hands and feet are not successful.

While eating, Zidie bit her chopsticks and watched Lu Xiaofeng snoring and eating the food she cooked, she was really afraid that she would choke with a way of eating like him.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you, there is still something in the pot." ”

Lu Xiaofeng wiped his mouth, after so many days in the cottage, his mouth was also sweet: "The main thing is that the food you make is delicious, and I can't help it." ”

Zidie heard Lu Xiaofeng praise her for cooking deliciously, and her little face was also smiling.

Peeked at Lu Xiaofeng, seeing that he was absent-minded, Zi Die had a mischievous look: "Are you worried about Ziyue, you want to go back quickly after eating." Lu Xiaofeng didn't expect Zidie to be able to guess her mind directly.

Lu Xiaofeng scratched his head: "How did you see it?"

Lu Xiaofeng's feelings for Ziyuejun in his heart, he himself couldn't tell the charm empty, anyway, it felt quite complicated, somehow, he couldn't let go of it in his heart.

"Anyone can see that look on your face, it's almost a word on your forehead. ”

Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng finished eating, Zi Die put down her chopsticks first, and then brought out the dinner prepared for Ziyuejun.

"Dinner has been prepared, no porridge was cooked, hot and sour soup was made, the weather was cold this night, drink some hot and sour things to warm up. ”

Back at Ziyuejun's hut, Ziyuejun was stretching his neck and looking out, watching Lu Xiaofeng come back.

Seeing that the sky was anxious, he saw Lu Xiaofeng enter the house, and then began to work hard to give himself hot chicken soup left at noon today.

There are all kinds of feelings in my heart, and I guess I won't be able to forget this little man in front of me in my life.

"You can rest first, I'm not hungry yet, I've slept all day. ”

Ziyuejun's voice was soft, like a marshmallow, and his cold tone in the past had greatly improved, making Lu Xiaofeng almost unable to take a step when he heard it.

Lu Xiaofeng laughed twice: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired, Ah Zi said, hot and sour soup should be eaten while it's hot, and the effect will be good when you sweat." Then he took firewood and lit the fire, and Lu Xiaofeng was even more busy.

Ziyuejun's face was thin, and he was embarrassed to say anything, so he opened his mouth, and some wanted to beckon Lu Xiaofeng to rest, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's clothes thrown on top of the bag, I don't know when a long cut was made.

Ziyuejun hesitated, then struggled to hold the clothes in her arms, and took out the needle and thread she used for her own work from under the pillow, trying to sew the opening.

When she first recovered from her illness, she picked up the needle, her hand trembled, and she took a few breaths before she put the thread in the eye of the needle.

Only sinking into the blood and floating, almost unable to do it yourself.

Lu Xiaofeng had just heated the chicken soup and poured it into the bowl, and when he pushed the door, he saw Ziyuejun holding his clothes in his hand, hanging his head and struggling to sew them there.

Lu Xiaofeng was shocked, this Ziyuejun was in good health, why did he start doing this painstaking needlework again? Isn't this a human life.

It is possible that the clothes were scratched by the small thorns on the wooden board when he pasted the wall in the house last time, and since it was behind his body, Lu Xiaofeng didn't know until now.

Ziyuejun is ingenious, and she embroiders a smiling sun smile on the back.

But with this simple needlework, Ziyuejun's forehead already had a layer of fine talisman empty sweat.

"Don't move if you don't have a good body......," Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward, a little angry, and snatched the clothes that Ziyue Jun was sewing and threw them aside.

Ziyue Jun was in a trance, and was startled by Lu Xiaofeng's sudden movements.

This Lu Xiaofeng's domineering did not make Ziyuejun angry, on the contrary, it was sweet in his heart, but Ziyuejun thought that he was almost like a waste now, and he couldn't even do a needlework.

He put away the smile on his face and tensed it again.

"I'm also sitting bored, and I just saw your clothes torn......"

Ziyuejun explained in a low voice, just halfway through speaking, but he thought that he didn't need to explain to Lu Xiaofeng at all, and lowered his head again.

Shaking his head, Lu Xiaofeng didn't care, and then sat on the edge of the bed, intentionally or unintentionally, sitting beside Ziyuejun, clinging to her plump body, and then sending his chicken soup to her mouth.

Ziyuejun now knows more and more about Lu Xiaofeng's stubborn temper, if you follow him, it is easy to say anything.

Although I was a little tired and didn't want to eat oily food, seeing Lu Xiaofeng like that, it was not okay not to eat it.

His heart trembled slightly, and he pretended not to know about Lu Xiaofeng's contact with his body, and drank the soup one by one. Lu Xiaofeng watched her finish reading, and sent the hot and sour soup brought by Zi Butterfly to Zi Yuejun's lips.

"Can you not ......drink this?"

Ziyuejun originally had a small appetite, and he was almost forced by Lu Xiaofeng to drink a big bowl of chicken soup just now, and he was full early, and when he saw him bring such a big bowl of hot and sour soup, his frightened little face was a little empty.

"This must be drunk. Lu Xiaofeng looked serious: "Zi Die said, this hot and sour soup is sweaty, and it must be drunk." ”

Ziyuejun felt that he had never eaten so full, lying there, not daring to move, although it was uncomfortable, but there was something sweet in his heart.

It turns out that the feeling of being taken care of by others is so good. Ziyue-kun slowly closed his eyes.

This kind of unprecedented smooth creation can be described as a whole, and the relationship between the ten fingers of the activity has basically not interrupted the rhythm of creation.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't deliberately count the number of words, he just wanted to take advantage of the rare feeling now to write out the plots and episodes that were conceived in his mind.

When I turned around, I saw that under the moonlight, Ziyuejun was as quiet as a lotus, sleeping so peacefully.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart was also calm, and many complicated thoughts disappeared without a trace.

Looking at Ziyuejun's face stupidly, and accidentally flowing purple butterflies from his face, Lu Xiaofeng also felt that a corner of his heart was gently touched.

Maybe it was because he smelled the manly smell on Lu Xiaofeng's body, Ziyuejun coughed lightly, and Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly took his hand away.

Lu Xiaofeng wanted to go back to Zidie's house to live, but she was not worried about her condition in front of her, so she hesitated and slowed down again.

Slowly sitting beside Ziyuejun, Lu Xiaofeng's fingers gently slid over Ziyuejun's clean face, and there was no distraction in his heart.

Lying peacefully beside Ziyuejun like that, he took off his shoes lightly, slowly lay down, turned over, and let his face face face Ziyuejun, admiring her bright and enchanting face.

The sound of the bamboo forest outside the house rippled slightly, and pieces of silver light passed through the window, shining on the two of them.

The little insects chirped softly, adding a kind of warmth to the hut.

A cold wind came through, with the coldness of the night, Ziyuejun's body trembled slightly, felt the heat of Lu Xiaofeng's body beside him, and slowly leaned over, like a bear, wrapped around Lu Xiaofeng's body.

With Wen Xiang in her arms, Lu Xiaofeng was a little vague and drowsy and was driven away.