I kept thinking in my head, her mother and Nangong Jun are obviously in love, why are they so bleak?

Nangong Jing's expression stiffened slightly, is this about to be enlightened?

The thin lips were slightly hooked, and he chuckled: "Love, literally the interpretation is admiration for each other and the desire for each other to be lifelong and only partners." ”

"For life? Like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, they can only see each other once a year, they don't die or die, do you think they are happy? ”

Jian Junxi felt a little sad inexplicably, and her long eyelashes left a faint shadow under the reflection of the moonlight.

It's like a beautiful boy in heaven looking at the daffodils and dying melancholy, exuding a sad atmosphere.

"I don't know, I'm not a cowherd, you're not a weaver girl, we can't only see each other once a year, I want to be with you every day, every minute, every second......"

Nangong Jing's clear eyes were mixed with tears, and he understood what she was afraid of.

In fact, he is also afraid, because no one knows, whether there is an afterlife?

"Cher, whatever the future holds? Let me accompany you to the end! ”

Nangong Jing's hoarse voice had an indescribable fear and sentimentality, as light as a dandelion that would disperse in a gust of wind.

A thin layer of mist rose under Jian Junxi's dark eyes, and there was a strong sadness hidden in the bitterness, and his heart was like drinking a cup of bitter wine, from the mouth to the heart, and the bitterness was unspeakable.

She quietly hugged Nangong Jing and looked at the starry sky, and did not speak again.

The two of them have a very tacit understanding, and neither of them mentions those unhappy things.

I don't know how long it took, Nangong Jing felt that her waist was about to break, after all, her height was there, and she didn't dare to press all the load-bearing force on her body

So he could only rely on himself to hold on, raising his head from her arms, holding his waist with a painful face, Jian Junxi turned his head in great confusion.

Suddenly saw that her hand was still on his shoulder, and her brain was blank for a moment, she had been holding this man and looking at the stars?

I couldn't imagine it, so I took it and stood up with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Nangong Jing also stood up with her waist in her arms, and when she saw her turn around and walk back, she hurriedly shouted, "Xue'er, wait for me!" ”

When Jian Junxi heard this title, he was furious, and Nangong Jing immediately changed his words: "Xiye, Xiye, it's okay!" ”

Her dark face looked a little better, she turned around and continued to walk back, Nangong Jing strode up and held her hand again.

Jian Junxi: How can "......" be so annoying......

It seems that he can foresee his future, and he doesn't want to talk nonsense anymore......

When he returned to his room again, the smell had not completely dissipated, and Nangong Jing said helplessly: "Sleep in my room!" ”

"Don't go!" Jian Junxi took out the aromatherapy lamp and found the lighter when it was about to be lit.

Nangong Jing grabbed her arm suddenly, turned around and walked to his room, and said angrily: "I don't like the smell of your room either..."

"You don't like to go back to your room, I didn't invite you!" Jian Junxi wanted to shake off his hand, but he grabbed it tighter, and replied gloomily: "Then I'll go find your mother......"

Jian Junxi: "......" really wants to be rude......

However, she won't, in some ways, she and Yang Hui are still quite similar, for example, they just want to scold, and they can't say particularly vulgar words.

Jian Junxi thought of Lin Yiyi's attitude, his eyebrows and eyes were full of irritability, in order to be more stable in the future, he still followed Nangong Jing to the next door.

After arriving at the room, Jian Junxi went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and lay down directly on the bed, getting up early in the morning, it would be really sleepy.

(End of chapter)