The cheese was already extremely sweet, and at this moment, it was almost flowing honey, so sweet that Ke Changqing's whole person was a little dizzy, as if he was in the clouds, and he had an unreal sense of dream.

Wen Xien only took two bites before setting the white porcelain spoon aside, pushing the bowl away, squinting his eyes slightly, and crushing the soft cheese with the tip of his tongue against the root of his teeth.

Ke Changqing looked at the begonia flower in the middle and asked softly, "Jingchen, then don't you eat some more?" ”

Wen Xien lowered his eyes and said lightly: "No, it's enough." ”

"The fragrance of begonia flowers and osmanthus flowers is different, begonias are soft as mist, ethereal as lan, not as fragrant and sweet as osmanthus flowers," Ke Changqing took a spoonful in the middle, and the flower trembled and trembled in the spoon, "Taste it in the dust, which flower is more delicious." ”

He handed the spoon to Wen Xien, smiling as kindly and gently as a spring breeze, such an attitude made Wen Xien not know how to refuse for a while, so he could only lean over helplessly after a moment of stalemate, open his mouth and hold the spoon.

The cheese slid down his throat and into his belly, the begonia remained on the tip of his tongue, his teeth biting on the slightly hard calyx, and the soft, moist petals poking out from between his lips.

The yellow stamens were ravaged listlessly in the mouth, curled up in a ball, and a few petals were also tilted and tilted, like a girl's delicate and delicate, lazily caressing the lips.

This cold jade-like face unexpectedly added a bit of vividness.

Wen Xien held the flower in his mouth, his lips opened lightly, his teeth loosened, the flower kissed reluctantly on the soft and pale lips, and fell down leisurely, Ke Changqing stretched out his hand in time, and it landed in his palm.

"The taste of begonia flowers is very unique, not bad." Wen Xien's voice was flat, as if he were stating a boring fact.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Ke Changqing's eyes, but he quickly regained his smile, "If Jingchen likes it, then I will make it for you every day in the future." ”

"Changqing."

"I'm here, I'm here!."

It was the first time in such a long time that Jingchen had called his name.

Ke Changqing's excited face was a thin red, and the slightly cool thick rain drops on his eyebrows, burning and boiling with hot joy.

Even though Wen Xien's tone was very flat, he still turned his head a little embarrassed because of the shy sweetness.

At some point, the little fox was really satisfied, and just called his name slightly, and he was overwhelmed with excitement.

Wen Xien clasped his hands together, his eyebrows and eyes were charitable, but he was forced to penetrate a sense of coldness and alienation, "Poor monks don't like sweetness." ”

The porcelain bowl in his hand slipped and fell apart, making a screeching sound.

Ke Changqing blinked in a hurry, and hurriedly wanted to pick it up, but his finger was accidentally cut, and the wound healed before the blood came out.

"Jingchen doesn't like sweetness...... Ke Changqing straightened up, hiding the loss in his eyes, and asked with a reluctant smile, "Then what does Jingchen like?" ”

The burning heart in his belly made him tremble all over.

But in the next moment, it was completely cold.

"You don't have to, the poor monk has nothing to like."

Ke Changqing's blood was cold and thick flowing downward, he took a deep breath and sorted out the fragments of the porcelain bowl.

Jingchen was originally pure-hearted, and it should be that he didn't like anything, it was his fault, he made Jingchen angry, Jingchen talked to him, and he was very happy.

After a few days, the dust will be gone, and I will explain to her that it will not be like this when the dust is gone, and it will be fine in a few days.

It will be fine to get up in a few days.

——

Yue Ying's eyes can already see a little clearly, but they can't see very clearly, and their eyes are like being separated by a layer of fog, very blurry.

But no matter what, it was better than the darkness in front of her, and when a ray of light penetrated into her eyes, Yue Ying was speechless with excitement.

He can finally see it!

He can finally see the light again!

Yue Ying had an irrepressible smile on her face, this smile was getting bigger and bigger, and it could even be called crazy.

Seeing Yue Ying's happy and incredulous look, the corners of Wen Xien's mouth curled up slightly in a small arc, and it quickly fell.

"Monk! Monk! ”

The cold voice sounded unhurriedly: "The poor monk is here." ”

Yue Ying was almost crazy with joy, he couldn't calm himself, and he surged out a hot air flow that was about to swell in his uncalm emotions.

He looked for the voice, but he could only see a white blurred figure, but this could already make Yue Ying, who had always been gloomy and violent, excited and unable to control the expression on his face.

His fingers grabbed the monk's slender wrist excitedly, he didn't control his strength, and hurriedly shared his joy with the person in front of him.

"I see it! I finally saw it! I see you in white, I feel like she's in pink! ”

Wen Xien was shaken twice by him, and a shallow smile involuntarily appeared on his face, "Congratulations to Gongzi Yue." ”

Yue Ying didn't even have time to put on his shoes, he staggered outside, and now it seemed that he had the energy to do everything, and finally had more vigor and vitality as a young man.

He was followed by a large number of maids and servants, but he was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly and fall.

Now Yue Ying didn't bother them anymore, and the young man's hearty and low laughter kept echoing.

Suddenly, Yue Ying's thoughts calmed down.

Now that his eyes can see a little, does it mean that the monk's time here has also decreased?

In so many dark days, the monk is like a beam of light that illuminates his world, and if the monk leaves, he will still be reluctant.

Thinking of the monk, Yan Rong's expression moved slightly, his brain in excitement calmed down a little, he hurried back to Wen Xien's side, and accidentally tripped over the threshold on the way over, but fortunately he reacted quickly and did not fall ugly.

This operation frightened the maids who followed behind them, and they all rushed over, but they were all pushed away by Yue Ying impatiently.

Yue Ying gasped and came to Wen Xien's face, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see the monk's face clearly.

"Heal my eye, and you'll go?" Yue Ying asked.

Selfishly, he didn't want the monk to go, because this monk was his great benefactor, as long as the monk wanted something, Yue Ying could satisfy her.

It's too boring to be a monk with a pure heart and few desires, no fun, no meat and wine, and facing the dry and difficult Buddhist scriptures every day, which is no less than a torture for Yue Ying's former carefree life.

Life is short, it is better to squander and enjoy, so there is no regret and no trip to the world in vain.

Yue Ying couldn't see the monk's expression clearly, but she could hear the unwavering voice.

(End of chapter)