Su An nestled in his arms, tugging at his cuffs in a daze.

Seeing that she wasn't sleeping, he couldn't help laughing and said, "What do you think, don't sleep yet?" ”

"It's hard to learn to ride a horse tomorrow, and if you can't get up, I won't teach you."

"Hey, don't, I'll sleep right away, sleep right away."

She wanted to go horseback riding, and immediately closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and her eyelashes fluttered.

He smiled, dropped a kiss on her forehead, patted her on the back, and lulled her to sleep.

Su Anan couldn't help but open one eye, looked at his hazy side face, and whispered: "You know, you are very gentle today." ”

Someone raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to say, "I'm not gentle one day", when I saw her leaning into his ear, and suddenly said playfully: "Gentle like my mother, but kind." ”

The corners of Shen Juncheng's lips twitched slightly, remembering how many times she treated him as his mother, his eyes changed slightly, "Oh, yes?" “

She nodded, and when she saw his dark face, she suppressed a smile.

Someone stretched out his hand, unceremoniously, to give her a long memory.

Su Anan hid with a smile, and in the end, he couldn't stand the itch, and begged for mercy again and again, and Shen Juncheng gave up.

A soft warning in her ear against taking him as a mother again.

A good relationship is about to deteriorate!

Su Anan nodded with a smile, and lay in his arms for a long time before he became sleepy, yawned, and fell asleep in less than a moment.

Shen Juncheng looked at her peaceful sleeping face, stretched out his hand to say goodbye to her sideburns, and remembered her chopping wood in the afternoon.

At that moment, he was stunned, because that scene inexplicably overlapped with that ridiculous dream.

In that dream, she was also chopping wood, a thin and small person, holding an axe but unexpectedly stable, and the skill of chopping down was also good, skilled and natural.

When he saw her chopping wood, he was shocked for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Why, as an eldest lady, can chop wood, and she is so proficient? Why does he always feel that the dream is not a dream......

But he investigated her past, she really didn't suffer, and it was impossible for her to fall to that point, so why, he had such a strange dream.

Strangely, every time he thought about it, he would feel a faint sense of distress.

He shook his head and sighed very softly.

The valley was silent, except for the rustle of leaves, swaying back and forth in the wind.

It seems that because Shen Juncheng mentioned chilblains today, Su Anan dreamed again.

In the dream, I went back to the winter in the back alley in the first year.

The delicate eldest lady had never even touched the spring water, but in that year she learned to chop firewood for laundry, carry water and wipe the floor.

The delicate hands have become rough after a few months.

In winter, it was red, swollen and sore, and it was no longer possible to see the delicate and white appearance that it once was.

When she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, she wrapped herself in a thin quilt and kept rubbing her hands, hoping to absorb a trace of warmth.

But eventually, before the heat reached the palm of his hand, it dissipated into the cold air.

She looked at her vicissitudes like an old woman's hand in a daze, stroked the scar on her face again, and suddenly laughed, her eyes turned red with laughter, and finally hugged the only warmth, curled up in the corner, and whimpered.

She wants to go home, she misses her mother, she wants to smoke, she wants to drink a bowl of hot soup, she wants to drink a bowl of hot soup.

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door of her dilapidated firewood room and walked in.

Su Anan raised his eyes, and his mist-filled eyes couldn't see the appearance of the person who came, and could only see a vague outline.

The man was slender, dressed in black, and walked slowly and put a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

The simplest rice soup, steaming hot, was exactly what she craved.

Tears fell and hit the ground.

She wiped her eyes vigorously, trying to see the man's appearance clearly, and wanted to ask him who he was, but for some reason she couldn't stop crying in the dream, and in the haze, she only saw his eyes, as bright as the moon and as cold as frost......

Su Anan woke up suddenly.

It was a night, only the window was not closed, and the moonlight leaked into a room to dispel some of the darkness.

She looked around, the bookcase, the bamboo door, the wooden table, the blown out candles, the clothes on the stool......

She breathed a sigh of relief, it was a bamboo house, not a back alley, it was her dream.

She lay back again, only to notice the coldness beside her, what about him?

Just as he was wondering where he had gone in the middle of the night, suddenly, a melodious and lingering flute sound came faintly.

Su An'an's eyes widened, this flute, this flute......

She got up in a hurry, and pushed the door open in a flash.

In the courtyard, he was dressed in black, standing in the night, with thin hair and a shawl, and his back was cold.

Hearing the movement, he stopped playing, and when he looked back and saw that she was up, he smiled slightly, "Sorry to wake you up." ”

He just couldn't sleep, and suddenly wanted to play a song.

With a twist of two fingers, he neatly tucked the flute around his waist and walked over.

Su Anan looked at him blankly, looking into his eyes.

His eyes are as light as ever, reflecting the brightness and coldness of the moon, which looks a little natural cool, but it is very good-looking.

Like silver-gray amber, falling into the crystal clear lake, clear, transparent, and beautiful to the heart.

Her throat rolled, as if she wanted to speak, but when she moved, she found that she had lost her voice with excitement, and only stood quietly in place, watching him come step by step.

The tall figure gradually overlapped with her memory, and with each step closer, her eyes turned red.

Shen Juncheng walked over and saw that she had been staring at herself stupidly for a long time, only when she was asleep, she just wanted to send her back to the room to rest, and saw that she was barefoot, frowned slightly, and reproached: "It's cold on the ground, why don't you wear shoes?"

He stretched out his hand to carry her directly back to the house, but Su Anan suddenly stopped him, looked up at him, and asked, "Have you been easy to look at?" ”

"Why do you suddenly ask?"

She took his hand and asked persistently, "Yes or no?" ”

Although the tone is still very calm, if you listen closely, it is not difficult to find the eagerness and turbulence hidden in it.

Shen Juncheng was curious, and he didn't understand why she suddenly asked this, but he still replied honestly: "Occasionally, I will change my appearance." ”

Su Anan asked again: "The flute you played just now is very good, where did you make it?" ”

Shen Juncheng smiled and teased: "Hmm...... It was made by the eldest son of the Shen family, Shen Juncheng. ”

Su Anan didn't seem to believe it, "You still know how to compose?" ”

Shen Juncheng raised his eyebrows, "It's not difficult, don't you know that I have an elegant nickname." ”

The blue-faced demon is his trademark, but the jade flute on his waist is integrated with a hint of elegance, and some people will also give him the nickname, Jade Flute Son.

It is not difficult for him to play the flute and compose.

Su Anan looked straight at him, and finally asked, "Then, what is the name of this song?" ”

Shen Jun Cheng, "Boring." ”

Su An'an's hand holding his sleeve trembled fiercely, "Yes...... The title of the song?"

Shen Juncheng raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect her to be aware of it all of a sudden.

That's right, the song is called Boredom, and it was written when he was bored, and when he was struggling and wandering.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll take another day off tomorrow, I hope you will forgive me.

(End of chapter)