Wanrou lay on Han Feng's back, and the green python wrapped around the waists of the two people, as if to tie the two of them together forever. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info They ran all the way out of the stone forest, ignoring the snow sculpture flying in an unknown place outside the stone forest, and only greedily breathed the air without animal repellent.

The sky was high and wide, and it was only at this time that Han Feng realized that he had really escaped from the belly of the mountain that saw no day, and only then did he really come back to life. The past days are like a dream, there are joys and sorrows, sweetness and bitterness, but the past is the past, and only the warmth behind you is real.

His pace slowed down, the road was smooth, and Wanrou said several times that she wanted to come down and walk by herself, but Han Feng refused to let go. He carried her east in the dark, talking from one to the other.

He naturally talked about the things in the mountains, and naturally hid a love affair with Mingxi, and even omitted the past experience that Mingxi said. However, the two of them changed from enemies to friends, and he always seemed abrupt if he didn't say this, but fortunately Wanrou didn't dig deeper, and when she heard him say that the power of the dragon had opened the mountain, she buried her head beside his neck and sighed softly, muttering: "Whew...... Thank goodness for that!"

The two then talked about Wanrou's hardships these days, Han Feng wanted to know more, but she had no choice but to ask, and Wanrou always concluded indifferently with the word "nothing". In her opinion, no matter how hard and tired she was, it was not as dangerous as Han Feng being trapped in the belly of the mountain.

Neither of them is a good talker, and after saying something necessary, they return to a relatively wordless state of getting along. This is the tacit understanding between the two of them, but in this dark night, there is always something missing. Seeing that the white of the fish belly had already appeared on the horizon in the distance, Wanrou yawned lightly.

"Sleepy?" Han Feng tilted his head slightly, "It's the same, it's been tossing all night...... How long have they been around you? If you're tired, just sleep for a while. ”

But Wanrou refused to listen to him. She hugged his neck tightly, afraid that when she closed her eyes and opened them again, she realized that it was just a dream. She beat her spirits and said, "I'm not sleepy, I'll sing you a little tune!"

She learned singing since she was a child, but Han Feng is not good at these, and after she was with him, it was rare for her to show her singing voice a few times. Hearing that she took the initiative to ask Ying, Han Feng didn't want to disturb her interest, so he nodded, and said, "Just sing as you like, don't be too tired." ”

Wanrou smiled, "I don't sing the ones that I sang in the Windy City Flower Capital." Xianggong, when I couldn't see you, I was alone and remembered a lot of things. When I was scared, I remembered that I used to be in the building with my sisters...... There was a big sister who used to sing nursery rhymes to me. Every time I listen to a nursery rhyme there, I'm not afraid. Then she began to sing.

"On the first day of January, the rooster crows, and firecrackers wear new clothes everywhere. On the second day of February, the money dragon was introduced, and the copper plate was bitten to avoid all kinds of poisons. On March 3, it is easy to ascend, and the imperial capital is full of green grass. Insects come out, birds chirp, kites fly so you can't see ......"

Her voice gradually deepened, and finally Han Feng felt his shoulders sink, and the sound of the children's songs here finally stopped slowly. Wanrou fell asleep unconsciously, but Han Feng had mixed feelings in his heart.

The tune she hummed sounded familiar to him, and although most of the words were different, he remembered in a trance that he had heard this nursery rhyme before.

It was sung by Zhuo Xiaoting in his arms when he was dying. She said at that time that she was sick and had a high fever that did not go away, and Liu Quan held her and coaxed her, singing similar songs. I think this is the Liu family handed down from the imperial capital, and it is also a rare warm side of Liu Quan.

This nursery rhyme made Han Feng's thoughts go back to the past, and he continued to walk forward with Wanrou on his back, but there were scenes of these years in front of him.

The past took away the strength in his body little by little like flowing water, and when the sun rose high and could be seen clearly on the ground according to his shadow, Han Feng suddenly stopped. The shadows are seen every day, but now he thinks of when he was a child, when he and Liu Quan were in the capital, when they were bored, they would step on their respective shadows for fun. Although it doesn't make much sense, if you step on the other party's shadow at that time, it seems to take advantage of a lot out of thin air. He hadn't played that game since he was ten years old, but at this point he suddenly wanted to step on his shadow.

This is naturally not possible, and it is also what he does all the time. At his feet were the shadows of his feet, but he kept walking east, and the sun rose in the east, and the shadows followed him. The sky was clear and cloudless, and in the distance, two snow-white figures were flying endlessly under the dazzling light, and it was expected that they were the two snow sculptures.

Wanrou woke up slowly by the warm sun, and seeing Han Feng squinting at the sky, she said softly: "Xianggong, it's better to rest for a while." ”

These words drained Han Feng's last bit of strength, he bent down and stood on the ground by Wanrou, and then the two of them found a dead tree trunk that was one person thick and sat down in the shade.

Han Feng closed his eyes and recuperated, and entered the Black Sweet Country in a trance. He hadn't slept so sweetly for a long time, and even Bai Tong was sympathetic to him, keeping those dreams caused by "opening" away from him. When he closed his eyes, it was dark, and when he opened them, it was also dark. I don't know why the two snow sculptures left the two of them alone and didn't attack, maybe it was because the green python was always sitting next to them with its head held high, maybe it was because the person who released the beast repellent medicine at the beginning was Wanrou, maybe it was because of the killing intent that Han Feng exuded all the time.

In short, when he woke up, everything was calm and unexpected. Wanrou used a few dead tree trunks to build a bonfire, roasting a few pieces of meat from unknown animals. The meat exuded a fragrant aroma, which made Han Feng immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was resting on Wan's gentle lap. Her sitting position was not pleasant, but she hadn't moved her position for so long. She has been babbling and humming something, it is not a children's song, but a minor tune in the Qinglou of the Huadu in the Windy City, what kind of concubine, you and I are nong, and so on. In other places, I only feel unbearable to be vulgar, but when I listen to it now, I feel that it comes from nature, which is commensurate with the Gobi Snow Plain and the Heavenly Desolate Land.

Han Feng didn't rush to get up, he listened to this song, and for some reason he felt that his eyes were moist again. He didn't just think about Mingxi, it is true that half of his sadness was caused by Mingxi breaking up with him, but more was distressed and gentle. She was waiting for him alone outside the mountain, how did she spend her days alone? how could she convince herself not to give up hope, how to hold on to it until now with a smile on her face. She cried less and less, but it made people feel that she didn't cry, but swallowed all the bitterness herself. Thinking of this, Han Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing that Han Feng was awake, Wanrou picked a piece of roasted meat and handed it to him with a wooden fork. Because there are no condiments, the taste of the meat is extremely ordinary, but for Han Feng at this time, this is the supreme delicacy.

It was only then that he took a serious look at Wanrou, not only after the reunion, but even from a long time ago. He couldn't remember the last time he looked at her like this, but when he looked at her, he felt sour in his heart. In his impression, Wanrou has always been a delicate and delicate Jiangnan woman, her skin is as white and tender as the petals of a white hibiscus, revealing a shallow flush. But since when did her delicate fingers be covered with calluses, large and small, and there were small cracks on the tips of her fingertips, some of which were frozen out and some of which were scratched out of wood and stones.

Her skin was also much rougher, because she was not powdered and exposed to the wind and sun, her cheeks were yellow, and because she was worried and restless, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and her exposed wrists were even more skinny.

Seeing Han Fengzai staring at herself carefully, Wanrou lowered her head in embarrassment. In front of Han Feng, she has never had much confidence in her appearance, not to mention that Mingxi and Lijiao are both stunners in a million, and she has long been used to being an ugly girl. She felt a warmth in her hand, and subconsciously retracted her hand back, avoiding Han Feng's touch, and then laughed self-deprecatingly: "I...... My hands don't look good. In the past, when I was over there, the bustard's mother often said that a woman's hands should be as if they were boneless, and if the bones were large and there was no meat at the touch, it was a natural cheap embryo, and she was only worthy of taking firewood and doing rough work. A hand like mine now has to hook up silk even if he touches it......"

"Don't say it!" Han Feng interrupted Wanrou's words and said, "Wanrou, no one is born cheap, if you have to count it seriously, I am even cheaper than you." ”

"Nope. Wanrou hurriedly shook her head and covered Han Feng's mouth with her hand.

Han Feng smiled and took her hand back: "Wanrou, I can't promise anything now, but you have suffered with me without a penny, and you will get everything I can get in the future." ”

This was indeed the heaviest promise he could give now, and Wan Rou was both surprised and delighted, and forgot to answer for a while.

However, what Han Feng could do for her was far less than that. He brushed the broken hair from her forehead and leaned in to kiss her lightly.

The two have long been husband and wife, and kissing and hugging are not strange to the two, but Wanrou feels that this kiss is different from usual. Han Feng had a rare solemn attitude, so much so that her eyes widened and she sat up a lot straighter.

Han Feng held his gentle cheeks in both hands, as if he was holding a treasure in an alluring city, he looked directly into her eyes, and said word by word: "In Fangyu Village, I once told you that when you arrive in Xiangcheng, I will take care of everything, and you will marry me." Now it seems that things are always unfinished, so I want to bring the wedding date forward. Wanrou, would you like to?"

When Fang Yu Village, his proposal almost became a forced marriage, Wanrou always refused to agree because of her identity, time has changed, at this moment, he once again involuntarily proposed to her, and for a while he only felt a little nervous in his heart.

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