The black hair swayed like a waterfall, and the water droplets were like crystal clear dewdrops, streaking across the snow and the raised mountains.

Wen Xien finally cried out of nowhere: "My stomach, my stomach hurts......"

The man whispered and coaxed clumsy and stupid.

"Well, it won't hurt right away."

This wooden man has even learned to lie.

——

Miao Hua spent a while cooking porridge, because the firewood was gone, he still wondered for a while, he remembered that there were still a lot of them, and now this bit of firewood and rice was not cooked, so he had to go outside to smear and pick up some broken branches.

A lot of time was wasted back and forth, and Miao Hua was impetuous, but he still tried his best to focus on cooking.

After the porridge was cooked, Miao Hua took a bowl and brought it to the house.

The night was already deep, the moon and stars were gone, and Miao Hua quietly opened the wooden door of the room without making a sound.

As soon as he walked in, Miao Hua smelled a very strange smell, and he couldn't tell what it was, which made him frown.

Wen Xien seemed to be asleep, the man was standing next to him, he seemed to be very hot, his hair and clothes were soaked with sweat, and he could faintly perceive the muscle lines under his clothes, and his eyebrows and eyes gently turned into water.

Miao Hua approached, he saw Wen Xien lying on the bed, obviously he had been busy for a while, but Wen Xien's long eyelashes were still stained with water, as if they were wet with water vapor, and the tails of his eyes were wet and powdery, as if he had cried.

Miao Hua looked at it, his heart was warm, he has always been pure-hearted and has few desires, he has never understood this aspect of lust, not to mention that he is just a child now, and he does not have that impulse.

The smell of medicine in the room was very strong, it smelled a little bitter, and the people on the bed were sick and pale, thin and thin, beautiful and exquisite, and they wanted to bloom proudly in the moonlight.

But the red at the end of the eyes is an extremely bright and conspicuous color, which cannot be ignored, and the only color in the pale and sickly face makes people feel a trace of dry heat and commotion.

This feeling is indescribable, Miao Hua has never had it, so much so that his first reaction was to be at a loss for this feeling.

The porridge in the bowl was still freshly cooked, emitting a white mist of heat, and few were born, but the child didn't seem to notice the heat of the bowl of porridge, or his heart was hotter than the temperature of the bowl of porridge.

Guo Zhenfei folded the quilt for Wen Xien, and the water on the ground was cleaned by him, but there was still some smell left in the room.

Gently touched Wen Xi'en's soft cheeks, the touch of his fingertips was warm and soft, and this temperature seemed to spread through his blood meridians to a deep place in his chest, and there was a feeling of overflowing warmth.

Guo Zhenfei pursed his lips and smiled, looking at it tenderly with low eyes.

The man and the child seem to subconsciously ignore each other, only the person on the bed in their eyes, and the eyes of both of them are looking at the same place, the same person, and their eyes are the same.

Strong and deep emotions, like a faint fire, it has no dazzling light, no blazing flames, but it can make his mood like water, make him very comfortable, all the passion will eventually return to a kind of plain, willing to keep this warm fire, spend this warm and plain life.

Yes.

As long as I am with her, the ordinary life seems to be no longer so bland, and everything has a color.

Therefore, she is his fire in the cold winter.

But if this fire is extinguished, then the people who rely on her to survive in this cold winter will also slowly perish.

——

The horizon gradually lit up, as if someone had smeared a layer of pink on the pale cyan sky, and countless golden rays of light were hidden under the pink.

Guo Zhenfei was chopping wood in the backyard when he heard a noise from the front yard.

Thinking of Wen Xien, who was still sleeping in the house, Guo Zhenfei immediately threw away the axe and walked briskly to the front yard.

"Brother Guo......"

Zhou Wenying was still calling Guo Zhenfei's name, and before he could shout a few times, he saw Guo Zhenfei coming over violently.

Zhou Wenying's throat was instantly stuck, the man's face was really not good-looking, he looked very fierce, those dark eyes were like an extremely sharp sword, even if he didn't make other moves, he was still soaked in a fierce coldness, and just looking at those black eyes made people shudder.

Just such a glance almost made Zhou Wenying's legs weak.

The man only looked at it for two seconds before retracting his gaze, and he walked forward first, leaving behind a word.

"Come out and say."

Zhou Wenying bit her lip, calmed down in place and followed.

It wasn't until he walked a distance that Guo Zhenfei stopped, he didn't even bother to turn back, and directly faced Zhou Wenying with his tall and cold back.

Seeing that the man didn't mean to speak, Zhou Wenying endured his fear and said, "Do you remember what you promised me?" ”

This sentence made the man react a little, he turned around slightly, squinted slightly, and there was a thick layer of frost in those dark eyes.

The voice sarcastically asked, "What did I promise you?" ”

Zhou Wenying's eyes widened in disbelief, she was so angry that she was trembling all over, and she spit out a sentence in the middle of the sound.

"Do you want to go back? You lied to me! You said you were going to marry me! ”

Guo Zhenfei's eyebrows were dyed with mockery, and he looked at the woman condescendingly, not like he was dull in the past, but more like a fierce wolf.

"Don't think I don't know anything."

Guo Zhenfei hadn't believed this woman before, and now it's even more impossible to believe it, because Wen Xien is a woman at all, how could she do such a thing to Zhou Wenying?

So it must have been Zhou Wenying who framed Wen Xien, and it was Zhou Wenying who harmed Wen Xien like this.

"Wen Xien never touched you at all, and she even saved you." There was not the slightest fluctuation in the man's cold eyes, but if you looked closely, you would find that there were waves inside, "But you hurt her." ”

The man's words exploded in Zhou Wenying's mind like a bomb, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, barely maintaining the expression on her face, Zhou Wenying trembled her lips: "I don't understand what you're saying." ”

Guo Zhenfei looked at Zhou Wenying silently, did not speak, being looked at by this kind of eyes, Zhou Wenying's cold sweat broke out.

But Guo Zhenfei didn't say much, but walked in one direction.

Zhou Wenying hesitated, but still followed.

Guo Zhenfei came to a small stream.

Zhou Wenying looked at this familiar scene, her heart tightened, she grabbed the corner of her clothes, a little scared: "You, what are you doing here?" ”

(End of chapter)