The night breeze is blowing, with a bit of coolness after autumn, blowing slightly, and the lotus leaves are swaying between the heels.

Shen Jiashi's body is weak, Feng Xiaoyu knows it, but he never expected that his body bones are so weak.

In the wind, his face was paler than usual.

He twisted his handkerchief, and he coughed violently, and the cotton jacket on the stove shook with it.

It's really Lin Daiyu's weak willow posture to support the wind.

Pursing her lips slightly, she lowered her eyes and hesitated.

Half a sound, got up, turned his face away, and looked at Aunt Hong, who was looking this way.

The tone was straight: "Master Shen, let's call Aunt Hong to serve, otherwise something will happen at that time-" She can't afford it.

Shen Jiashi faintly: "It's an old problem, don't worry." ”

When Xiao Yu said 'oh', he stopped talking.

The man looked for her, and the familiar person came into his eyes, "I don't think I have treated you badly." ”

'The sea moon did not treat you badly, built momentum for you, threw money for you, praised you to the god stage, and became the first singer in this wind and moon field, why do you want to leave the sea moon? ’

Feng Xiaoyu, who understood this voiceover, smiled.

She bent her knees, squatted in front of Shen Jiashi, tilted her head slightly, and looked at his cold and self-contained eyes.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said, "Master Shen, you know who I am." ”

Not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Shen Jiashi must know who she was before she lost her memory, otherwise, how could he take her in and do unprofitable things?

The cold light was like a knife, quenching into the man's black and white pupils.

Shen Jiashi didn't answer and said: "As long as it is done, I will let you leave the sea moon." ”

Feng Xiaoyu's lips were lightly picked, and her fingers climbed up the man's knees, stretching up.

The wisps of ambiguity passed through the green bead electric lamp, resisting the rising temperature and touching the horse coat.

The tip of his tongue gently licked his dry lips, full of suggestive teasing.

Shen Jiashi's clear eyes were a little darker, and when his Adam's apple rolled, his arm was raised slightly, and he wanted to help her.

In the next moment, Feng Xiaoyu was like a fluttering butterfly.

Spinning, fluttering, avoiding his hands, out of place.

She said: "As soon as the word is decided, I will help you find Aunt Hong now." ”

followed the steps and walked to Aunt Hong, who was watching from the side.

pointed to Shen Jiashi's position, and said with a little sincerity: "Shen Ye is weak, it's better to take good care of it." ”

Aunt Hong glared at Xiao Yu reproachfully.

But she was worried about Shen Jiashi in the small pavilion, so she didn't say anything, and let Feng Xiaoyu leave.

The dark trails meander and stretch.

On the side of the wall, it was covered with moss, and it was deeper and heavier.

In the swaying figures, Feng Xiaoyu faintly heard the shouts of the watchmen.

There is no one else.

After realizing this, the smile on Feng Xiaoyu's face faded, and he looked up at the bright moon from afar, but there was a cold speculation in his heart.

When such a cold wind blows—

Shen Jiashi is afraid that he will catch a cold tomorrow morning.

It didn't take long to get started.

Zhizhi woke up Feng Xiaoyu who was asleep.

She squinted her eyes, looked over tiredly, and almost pointed to the tip of the person's nose with a slender jade arm, and asked, "What are you shaking me awake for?" ”

Zhizhi's face was flustered: "Aunt Hong, Aunt Hong called you over." ”

Feng Xiaoyu sat up straight in a daze, and then lifted his eyes to look at the sky outside, "It's not even dawning." ”

But when it was too late to wait for dawn, Zhizhi opened her lips and wanted to say something.

Interrupted by a knock on the door.

Aunt Hong was followed by three or two little girls, smiling but not smiling: "Xiao Yu, the doctor said that Shen Ye was infected with the wind cold, and specially pointed out your name and asked you to serve the sick." ”