Jing Jimo said slowly, "I have never been rejected on the grassland, and those women are bright and flamboyant and can even tell me directly that they like me." But I don't seem to eat this way at all, after coming to the capital, I found that the girls in the capital are subtle and delicate, even if they like this man very much, they will tell each other in a very tactful way. ”

"Does that have anything to do with why you like me?" Lu Fushi felt that what he said didn't match, and the wording was not a thing at all.

"Because I've always had a smooth ride, the first rejection I encountered was in you, which led me to become interested in you."

"But I don't seem to remember that I turned you down." Lu Fushi racked her brains and couldn't figure out where she had rejected Jing Jimo over the years, as if she hadn't said anything to him about refusal.

His eyes were really beautiful.

When she was still the main writer of comics, the company's design department would hold a cosplay event from time to time, and she would often cosplay some characters with blue eyes.

Lu Fushi has no resistance to blue things all the way, and the first time she saw Jing Jimo's eyes, she was undoubtedly fascinated.

When I first knew about this game, I was also fascinated by his character introduction.

The prairie man is bright and flamboyant, and his hormones explode directly.

Although in reality, she doesn't eat this kind of man at all, but in the game, this kind of man is Modomo.

“我第一次见到你，你就开始各种拒绝我了，我起初还是以为你是我的报应，要让我那些年在草原上让那些女子受的挫全部讨回来。” Jing Jimo's eyes were shining when he said it, and these things were like a happy past for him.

"If I say I want to quibble now, will you listen to me?"

"I won't listen." He almost blurted out, Lu Fushi's face was full of incredulity, "Why didn't you even give me a chance to quibble?" ”

"Because I like you, I like to make these things go away, and with me, you're just right, never wrong." His blue eyes looked at Lu Fushi, and she saw two little selves in his eyes, "There is no wrong person, what are you quibbling about?" ”

"Before my mother left, someone sent me an urgent letter for 800 miles." Jing Jimo took out the letter and handed it to Lu Fushi, "Can I read it?" She wondered.

"It was okay then."

Lu Fushi opened the letter nervously and took out the paper inside.

The handwriting on the paper is extremely beautiful, and it looks like it is written by everyone's ladies, but the text written is Mongolian, she is from the Central Plains, and she can't understand it at all.

"What's the point of you showing me? I couldn't read the text at all. Lu Fushi pretended to be angry and threw the letter back to him, but he grabbed his wrist, "Wouldn't it be better if I read the content to you?" ”

"I can't read it, how do I know if you've deliberately tampered with it and read it to me?"

"Shi'er, you don't trust me."

"How can I trust you?"

Lu Fushi's rhetorical question made Jing Jimo ridiculous.

"It stands to reason that when my mother died, I should go back to the steppe to see me off for the last time, and follow my Khan's father to bury my mother. In the letter, my mother told me that if staying in the Central Plains would make me happy, then I should not come back, and that it was far better to live in a place where I felt happy than to come back and fight with my brother for the position of Khan. She knew that I never had the heart to be a khan, and I never coveted anything in the grassland. It's just that my father trusted me too much, gave me a lot of rights, and let my brothers have opinions about me. ”

"Isn't it good to be a Khan?" He was the supreme king, the king of the steppes.

"I don't like power, I'm like you, I want freedom and pursuit more than power."

"You really can't be sorry that you didn't go to see your mother for the last time?" Lu Fushi asked very seriously, if it was herself, no matter how much she liked it, she would go back to see her mother for the last time, and after seeing her, she left the grassland without concern and started a new life.

Jing Jimo smiled, "Shi'er, do you really think that after I go back, I can still return to the capital safely?" ”

Without waiting for Lu Fushi to understand the meaning of his words, he continued, "My mother is the Khan's wife, and I can always be safe and sound, but I have the protection of my mother's rights to my mother's family, and after my mother dies, the right to protect me will be gone, and I will only lose my life when I go back." My mother gave me this letter not to tell me that I should not go back if I liked it, but to help me save my life. ”

Lu Fushi was silent, she still thought about the problem too simply.

She had never experienced that identity struggle, and she wouldn't think about it.

"Therefore, there is no such thing as pity and pity, it is wise to live."

Indeed, it is more important than seeing my mother for the last time or surviving.

"I'd love to say something else to comfort you, but I think now that you'd probably need me to sit here with you more than to say those comforting words." Lu Fushi said.

"I've recovered." Jing Jimo said, but his eyes revealed some vulnerability.

"Or will I lend you my shoulder?"

"Okay." Before the words fell, Jing Jimo's head rested on Lu Fushi's shoulder.

He smelled good, like perfume from a suitor when she was in college, and if I remember correctly, Bulgari's urban forest, woody, it smelled super pleasant.

It wasn't until sunset that Jing Jimo got up from Lu Fushi's shoulder, and her shoulder was completely numb.

"Send me back." Lu Fushi said.

She rubbed her shoulders without too much pain on her face.

"Okay."

The two walked out of the house, Jing Jimo locked the door and put a bunch of keys in her palm.

"Now this mansion is completely yours."

Lu Fushi took the key and put it in his pocket, and tore off a bunch of rounded Bodhi roots from his wrist and gave it to him.

"This is a return gift, this is what I have already plated, and it is a more valuable thing on me."

Jing Jimo glanced at it, "Accept it, the things you gave me are all valuable." ”

The winter twilight fell on the shoulders of the two of them, reflecting their figures on the ground.

——

Night.

After Lu Fushi finished bathing, she lay on the bed wrapped in a blanket, lit an oil lamp on the side, and read a notebook.

"Miss, why haven't you rested yet?" Cui'er came in from outside with a lamp.

"I'm not very sleepy, I want to finish reading this book first." Lu Fushi put down the notebook and looked at the girl who came in, "Come to me so late, do you have something to tell me?" ”

Cui'er was a little cramped, and Lu Fushi, who had an expression that wanted to speak and stopped, was even more confused.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me directly, you don't have to hide it, I'm your support now, you should learn to say something when you have something, instead of being cramped and uneasy, and you don't know what to do when you encounter something panic."

Lu Fushi always remembered Rose's entrustment, she would take good care of Cui'er, and naturally treat her as a sister.

"Miss, I seem to have a crush on a boy......"

She said with a slight flush on her face.

Lu Fushi smiled and took her hand.

"Tell me who it is." She asked Treier to sit on the edge of the bed.

After Cui'er sat down, she organized her language for a long time before she spoke slowly.

"I met in an outdoor class, and he was a student at another private school."

"Tell me how you feel?"

"I just can't help but want to look at him, and when he looks at me, I can't help but blush, and I don't dare to look at him when I see him a few times."

"Tell me, then, what do you think now?"

Cui'er lowered her head and clasped her palm, "Miss, I'm wondering, do I like him or what?" ”

She was still young, and she couldn't tell whether she liked it or throbbed for a while.