His throat became a little dry, and the man didn't control it and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Wen Xien had no choice but to watch from the side, and she was glad that she had washed off her underwear at night, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

Miao Hua's expression has not changed from beginning to end, although he has never touched love, but it can also be seen that this young man's heart for Wen Xien.

It's like, it's affection, it's shyness, these have never been hidden.

Maybe even the man himself doesn't know his own inner thoughts, the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

The relationship between the two of them is so natural and tacit, Wen Xien's eyes, a man can read what she means, which shows that a man's mind and attention have always been on Wen Xien's body, otherwise he would not have found out so quickly.

Miao Hua's inky eyes couldn't see through a trace of emotion.

After washing the clothes, the two of them were basking together, the sun was warm, the cold wind was blowing, the two figures were one high and one low, one strong and one thin, it was so harmonious and beautiful.

And he, the most redundant.

When he went to pick pomegranates, Wen Xien also brought Miao Hua with him, Guo Zhenfei just lowered his head and glanced at the child coldly, and his eyes at Wen Xien were honest and honest.

The pomegranate opened, densely packed, layered, like the maple leaves of the West Mountain in autumn, bright and dazzling.

Guo Zhenfei took a ladder and asked Wen Xien to help hold it, and he went up to pick it up.

This year's pomegranates ripen late, but they are all large and look sweet.

Here is a pomegranate tree, no more than Wen Xien and them, there are many villagers.

They are all carried in a bag, and the pomegranate is not too big, but it is a bit heavy when packed together.

An eldest lady saw Wen Xien with a small child and ran over and asked curiously: "Which village is this little baby, why haven't you seen it?" ”

Wen Xien took the pomegranate in Guo Zhenfei's hand and put it on the clean cloth, and replied with a smile: "This is the younger brother of my distant relative, who has come to join me." ”

"Oops! Look at the two people who don't look like ah, you are just too kind, you are living poorly, and now there is another child, isn't this looking for guilt? ”

Wen Xien: "It's too lonely to be alone, and it's more lively to be accompanied by someone, and it's not sinful." ”

"Look at what you said, if you really feel lonely, find someone to live with as soon as possible, your child is good-looking, and more girls are willing."

The eldest lady is telling the truth, Wen Xien is good-looking and literate, although he is a cripple, but there are still girls who like it.

Wen Xien still smiled: "Don't worry, just like me, don't hurt others." ”

The eldest lady was nagging there alone, Wen Xien just laughed and didn't say anything, after a long time, the eldest lady felt bored and left.

Wen Xien picked a big, red pomegranate and stuffed it into the child's arms, "You go and find a clean place to sit next to it, and I'll tell you to go back when you're ready." ”

Looking at the big and red pomegranate, Miao Hua's lips pursed extremely tightly, his face was as pale as a dead man for a moment, and the muscles from his jaw to the side of his neck were tense.

The voice was hoarse, but calm: "Why don't you throw me away." ”

He stayed by Wen Xien's side, and he couldn't do anything, except to make Wen Xien more difficult and live a poorer life in the future.

So why not just throw him away? Throw him away, maybe life won't be so sad.

Now he is no longer the powerful Miao Hua Immortal Venerable that everyone admires, and now he is nothing, just a burden.

Wen Xien was a little surprised, she could feel that the child's emotions were a little wrong, and remembered what the eldest mother said just now, it seemed that the child heard it in her heart.

For sensitive and fragile children, it's hard not to think about it.

Wen Xien's smile faded, his expression was a little serious, his dark eyes, his eyes were gentle and serene, and he said to him: "Xiaohua, you don't have to feel that you owe me anything, it is you who make my life more meaningful in the future, I have always regarded you as a relative." ”

Close relatives?

Obviously, Wen Xien smiled so gently, but Miao Hua could feel the faint sadness she exuded from the inside out, Wen Xien said that he made her life more meaningful, so what about before?

Didn't it make sense before?

It's true that there is no more, the fairy who fell from the altar has become a person who is not even as good as mortals, she has lost everything, she has nothing.

And he is an accomplice.

As an accomplice, how could Miao Hua enjoy her good with peace of mind?

How can he bear to let Wen Xien continue to suffer because of him?

Without him, Wen Xien would have been better off.

There was no expression on Miao Hua's face, it was clean, as if it was frozen and condensed in an instant.

He was like a puppet who had lost his soul, his face was expressionless, and it took a long time before he said to Wen Xien, who was worried, "Thank you." ”

After saying this, Miao Hua lowered his eyelids, as if the loss of control just now had never happened, and returned to his previous calm and sanity.

He looked at Wen Xien, his expression was calm, and his eyebrows were still as silent as before: "I'm just here to watch." ”

He didn't want to go to the side to rest, so he wanted to watch from the side, guarding Wen Xien.

Wen Xien frowned, feeling a little strange, but this place was obviously not a good place to talk, and in the end Wen Xien just touched the child's head, and then went to get busy.

Almost Guo Zhenfei is busy alone, he has a lot of strength, his hands and feet are very sharp, Wen Xien is helping by the side, but he is still in the way.

In the winter, Guo Zhenfei was busy for a day, and his forehead was a little sweaty, and Wen Xien was helping to wipe the sweat next to him, which seemed too intimate to outsiders.

Miao Hua looked at it, his eyes were dark and lifeless.

In the end, the two of them were finally busy, Guo Zhenfei was dressed in simple cotton clothes, surprisingly tall, at least a head taller than Wen Xien beside him, but the proportions of his limbs were not exaggerated, but just right.

The flat and broad shoulders connect the muscular and powerful torso, with a heavy and solemn sense of oppression.

When silently carrying a large bag of pomegranates, his breathing was not chaotic at all, only the lines of his arm muscles tightened slightly, as if he had only lifted an insignificant thing.

Looking at the man's relaxed posture, the tired panting man on the side looked at him coldly, and the corners of his mouth twitched disdainfully, obviously not very friendly to this man who stood out from the crowd.

Not to mention that Guo Zhenfei's appearance is not easy to approach, and his personality is not pleasant, for unfamiliar people, many times he can't say a word for a long time, just like a stuffy gourd, so that the people in the village don't like him very much.

Guo Zhenfei didn't seem to notice the disgust of the others, and was quietly bowing his head to Wen Xien and saying, "Go back." ”

(End of chapter)