A beautiful man in the room was holding a pen and writing something on paper, he was wearing a clear moon brocade robe, a silver-edged crescent moon in the middle of the robe, the black hair was only tied up with a white jade hairpin, the rest of the hair was scattered like a waterfall, and the godless blue eyes were as beautiful as the blue sky.

Pity...... He may still be gone, and there was a pop outside the house, and the woman's wail resounded in the sky: "Ah!! I ran too fast, and I twisted my foot!! ”

"Dead girl, I've said it, when the void is three steps and then seven steps to the right, pay attention to speed up and rush over, yesterday you broke through this place, why did you commit it again today."

"Master! Don't keep yesterday's day, don't keep remembering whether yesterday was good or not! ”

“……”

There was a commotion outside, and the princess probably quarreled with her master again, both of them had a temper, but the princess respected the master very much, and the princess's master also cared about the princess, which he could feel.

The pen in Wen Yizhi's hand trembled, calmed down, and continued to inscribe on the paper, after staying on the mountain for so long, the princess was not like a princess at all.

I don't know how long it took, the door was kicked in, the woman strode in, and Pie poured a few sips and drank: "Wen Yizhi, it's time to eat, Zhihua has already cooked the meal." ”

The man put down the pen and waited for the woman to come and take him out, a silver wire had been grabbed on his wrist, and he could only hear the woman's faint voice: "Let's go." ”

He nodded, and walked cautiously forward.

"Stop, there is a threshold, raise your feet."

He obediently raised his foot, put it down, and walked out of the door smoothly.

"Today's words are also good." She suddenly opened her mouth in a sullen voice, she couldn't imagine that a blind person could write by feeling, and she could write such a graceful font like catkins, Wen Yizhi, what kind of person was he before he lost everything?

Wen Yi was stunned for a moment, and then evoked a soft and detached smile, right? Even he couldn't see what his handwriting looked like, it was just to relieve boredom.

A month can change a lot of things, but it can't change a lot of things, for example, with the help of Yun Qiange, Wen Yizhi's body is much better, and he gradually has a sense of smell, but what can't be changed is that he is still so alienated, still so clean, and still so incomprehensible.

The night was quiet, Yun Qiange climbed the tree, poured internal force into her feet, and she hung upside down on the tree to rest. According to the master's words, this is practicing her internal balance ability, there is no need to prepare a room for her, she only needs to hang on the tree like a bat when she sleeps every night.

There was an intermittent coughing sound in the room, as if something was being suppressed.

After that, there was no coughing, Yun Qiange sighed and jumped off the tree......

"Squeak." The door opened, and the boy in the room was sleeping in Mengxiang, Yun Qiange walked in and walked into the room with boiled pear water, and whispered, "Drink this." ”

Wen Yizhi's godless blue eyes looked at him, and he reached out to take the bowl in Yunqian Singer, but because he couldn't see his hand, he waved wildly, and then accidentally knocked over the bowl.

Yun Qiange rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, he didn't know how to take care of people, and he didn't take into account that Wen Yizhi couldn't see it at all, so he knew that he would hand the bowl directly to Wen Yizhi.

The pear water soaked the sheets, and the bowl fell to the ground and shattered with a "click", which also woke up the sleeping Zhihua.