Chapter 167: A Father Who Hates Iron and Doesn't Make Steel (7)

Shangguan Yu originally wanted to scare and scare Qingwen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info saves him from thinking of himself as a subordinate. The self-esteem of life is completely devoid and humble. However, after he ordered Qingwen to fan him. I fell asleep unconsciously.

By the time he woke up, it was already dark. I slept very comfortably, without any pain. It was only when he woke up that he felt that his bare shoulders were covered in clothes. Only the wounded back was bare.

Then turn your head and look back. Qingwen leaned against the edge of the bed and tilted his head. Still holding a fan in his hand, he fell asleep with a tired face.

Did you really fan him all night? This stupid boy is really an elm pimple.

Shangguan Yu frowned and sat up from the bed. The wound on his back was cold overnight, and the wound was basically healed. The blood was almost dry, and he took the clothes covering his body in his hand and carefully put them on his body. I didn't feel too much pain. He sighed and slowly got out of bed.

Walked to Qingwen's side in a few steps, gently supported his body and let him half lie on the bed. He also covered his upper body with a quilt.

Close your clothes. and put on a coat. Quietly walked out the door.

It's autumn season. As soon as I walked out, the morning breeze was cool. A few fallen leaves swept through the air. With the sound of salsa. It makes people feel depressed.

Shangguan Yu stepped into the cloister without hurrying or impatient. His eyes unconsciously looked at the water outside the cloister. There are countless fallen leaves that are half dry and half green floating on the water. The fallen leaves are light and have no weight. When the morning breeze blows, the fallen leaves float more and more on the water, swirling. Like a boat drifting with the tide on the sea. There is no sense of direction of one's own.

He felt that these fallen leaves deserved sympathy. Like him, he is helpless and involuntarily. I sighed unconsciously.

Because he got up a little earlier. The entire Shangguan Mansion was deserted, and there was no half of a figure. The cool autumn breeze set off the huge and empty mansion, and it was really a little desolate in my heart.

He paced slowly, and before he knew it, he came to the gazebo. The stone tables and benches of the gazebo were covered with a fine layer of dust because of the wind. There were also three or two leaves that were desolate and trembling slightly on the stone table. The wind blew again, and a few leaves drifted with the wind to the garden outside the gazebo.

Shangguan Yu's eyes fell on the garden with those few fallen leaves. The mood is getting more and more complicated.

The red, white and yellow chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom in season. The peony peony, which was originally delicate and magnificent, has now passed its flowering period. The petals flew away in the wind, and the leaves on the branches became loose.

When he remembered that when he left, the peony peony was still barely open. He remembered that Wanqing had a conflict with Princess Yulin, and his Wanqing stood in the courtyard to enjoy the flowers. It turned out that the beloved was gone for less than a month. The scene in the garden has changed. It's been as long as she's been gone for a lifetime.

It is said that time is like a shuttle shadow, with a flick of a finger. Actually, that's all a lie.

"Brother Shangguan! You woke up so early! ”

Shangguan Yu leaned against the pillar of the pavilion and was looking at the garden in a daze. Someone behind him called him. He was stunned before he straightened up and looked at Su Wanmei, who had just walked over beside him. Su Wanmei is still wearing the same red clothes, no different from yesterday.

"Hmmm! If you're bored, come out and take a walk! After Shangguan Yu finished speaking, he glanced at the flowers in the garden again. After thinking about it, he said, "Are you still used to living here?" ”

The corners of Su Wanmei's lips hooked a shallow smile, and her bright eyes looked at Shangguan Yu's side face. Slowly, he replied: "Everything is fine! Thank you, Brother Shangguan, for saving me again. ”

After speaking, Yingying smiled again, and said shyly: "Brother Shangguan, you are so good!" ”