Yan Changan looked at her with a calm expression, and her mood seemed to be quite good, and her fingers rubbed against the cold wall of the cup: "The Shu family lived in your previous courtyard. ”

Shu Nong paused slightly, swallowed the cold tea in his mouth slowly, put the tea cup on the table, and felt a little weak inexplicably.

Yan Changan looked at her carefully.

She was dressed very plainly, her clothes were the white clothes he was used to seeing before, and there were only a few white headbands in her hair, not even a silver hairpin.

I don't know if it's Yan Changan's illusion, he seems to feel that Shu Nong's face is even paler than before.

Yan Changan was silent with her for a moment, his eyebrows suddenly became a little uncomfortable, his fingertips lightly picked the pattern on the wall of the cup, and said in a low voice: "In the illusion-"

In all fairness, Yan Changan has followed her wishes these days and let the rumors of the two of them spread all over the sky, and he has never come forward to clarify, saying that he treats her special or that the iron tree blooms, Yan Changan acquiesced to these things according to Shu Nong's meaning on the one hand, and on the other hand, he gradually felt that there was nothing to clarify.

It is a fact that he treats her specially, and it seems that he is not wrong with the blossoming of iron trees.

In the nearly 30 years of his life, almost no one was willing to get close to him in the first ten years, and he was not very willing to get close to others in the next ten years.

But Shu Nong is different, she was special from the beginning when she appeared in front of him.

He had to be tied up with her, coerced and seduced by her, took her out of Wutong Mountain, and had to accept all kinds of things from her.

At first, he obeyed her, saying that he would not go west, because he felt that his life and the blue light with great temptation were in her hands, and then he obeyed her, but gradually became indifferent, as if it had become a habit.

He obviously didn't know her for a long time, but her characteristics are too distinct, sour and spicy, I don't know whether hot or cold, I almost lose my sense of taste, I can't help but give him a change of clothes on the spot, squeamish and difficult to serve, and the requirements are both many and difficult, sometimes revealing a little bit of a little daughter's attitude, sometimes like a mysterious arrogant ghost, and sometimes making people inexplicably a little pitiful.

He has shaded her from the sun, picked up the fallen leaves and petals on her body one by one, bought food, made pastries, and even wrote love letters, met her in her short life, and came into contact with her at different times.

This is an experience that he has never had before, and Shu Nong is special to him, because of this specialness, he feels that his iron tree blooms, and it is natural and understandable that there will be such a happy scene of the whole family at the end of the illusion.

He wanted to ask Shu Nong if he knew about the happy scene of the Qi family in the illusion world, but he only said three words, and a bunch of people broke into the courtyard in a hurry.

Shu Nong turned his head, and before he could see the person clearly, he was hugged into his arms.

"Ouch hey—" A kind and trembling voice sounded in her head, and Shu Nong stiffened, as if she was caught in a cloud that gently wrapped her, her heart was soft, and the tip of her nose was slightly sour.

A hand gently stroked her head: "You're killing me." ”

Shu Nong tensed the trembling corners of his lips, tears wantonly soaked the clothes on his grandmother's chest, and apologized in a sullen voice: "Grandmother, I'm sorry. ”

There seemed to be drops of water dripping on her forehead, and Shu Nong tightened the corners of her lips more and more to suppress the grievances that were about to overflow, and she could hear her grandmother's rapid gasps, her mother's low sobs, and sobs from somewhere.

The hand that landed on the back of her head gently stroked her head.

"How have you ever been sorry for us?" Old Madam Shu comforted her with a trembling voice, "We are old, smart and brave, dare to love and hate, and are the best and most caring girls in the world." ”

"It's us who are sorry for you." Grandmother hugged her and tightened her arms, "It took us six hundred years to get you back, and we made you suffer for so long, and in the end we had you compromise for the sake of your family." ”