Mu Feibai discussed a lot of details with Wanbang, and even talked about a few things other than cooperation.

He was well-informed and talked extraordinary, which made Wanbang laugh several times, in short, they had a good conversation.

During the conversation, Wan Bang couldn't help but secretly realize that it seemed that the people next to him, whether it was Weaving Dreams, or whether it was the two of them now, they all had something different.

His decision to stay behind at that time was like a sure-fire deal.

I was relieved in my heart, and I couldn't help but say a few more words.

By the time the three men took their leave from the general's tent, the sun had begun to set past noon.

Just walked away from the general's tent only a dozen steps, and while laughing, he happened to meet Wan Zhaohe, who came to Wanbang.

Wan Zhaohe's face sank, and his footsteps stopped.

Weaving Dream heard from Shuhua that Mu Feibai asked Wan Zhaohe to lose money on the street yesterday, although Shuhua's narrative was concise and to the point, only a few sentences, and many details could only be made up by her own brain, but she also knew a rough idea, there was a trace of unspeakable embarrassment when she met at this time, of course, this embarrassment came from Wan Zhaohe.

I know I know, but Weaving Dream is not interested in showing any ridicule, after all, for Weaving Dream, she really can't put herself in this kind of self-seeking unhappiness every day, with this free time, she would rather find some other fun.

If you always remember to go against others in your heart, it will not be easy to think about it.

At a glance, the line of sight met, and Weaving Dream's smile remained unchanged, looking back at Wan Zhaohe's gaze without changing his face.

Wan Zhaohe looked at the smiling face and became more and more displeased, and glared at Weaving Dream with a calm face, these people are all in a group, it is impossible not to breathe, guessing that Weaving Dream must have known about yesterday's events, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

She didn't have to get closer, she could feel Wan Zhaohe glancing at her viciously.

According to the usual experience, Wan Zhaohe would definitely come over to her angrily before he would give up, but today I don't know if Wan Zhaohe made a mistake, so he stopped after taking a step in anger, glanced at Weaving Dream's side, his face changed, and he snorted coldly and hurriedly turned his head and left.

So much so, not a word was spoken.

This is rare, and Weaving Dream is ready to grind her mouth with her.

This can't be blamed on Weaving Dreams, Wanbang often summons Weaving Dreams to discuss matters, and Wan Zhaohe will inevitably meet often, and I don't know how Wanbang communicates with Wan Zhaohe, when he was in front of Wanbang, Wan Zhaohe didn't provoke trouble without saying a word like at the beginning, and he restrained a lot, but his attitude was still not much better.

When they met in other places in private, Wan Zhaohe was still keen to sneer at Weaving Dreams, as if she had the anger to fill her dissatisfaction, although this dissatisfaction was illogical, and it was clear that she was the first to hurt people and make trouble.

After a long time, Weaving Dreams is used to Wan Zhaohe's brutal and willful knife mouth, and he looks at Wan Zhaohe for a long time on weekdays, letting her say that Weaving Dreams is in and out of the left ear and out of the right ear, and he doesn't take it to heart at all, and in the end, Wan Zhaohe is always so angry that he can't do it, and he glared at her angrily and threw his sleeves away.

How did you converge a lot this time?

She turned her head to look at the side of her, the only people standing beside her were Mu Feibai and Shuhua, and Wan Zhaohe seemed to be looking in the direction he had just looked...... Flower thinning.

Isn't Wan Zhaohe afraid of sparse flowers?

She burst out laughing.

I didn't expect Wan Zhaohe, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, to have a day when he is afraid of others, which is really amazing.

Could it be because Shuhua's cold aura shocked Wan Zhaohe?

Thinking about it this way, isn't it because she always laughs on weekdays and looks like she is easier to bully, so Wan Zhaohe keeps holding on to her? If this speculation is true, it means that Wan Zhaohe can't deal with people who are cold and unsmiling.

The more I think about it, the more funny it gets.

Mu Feibai was confused by Weaving Dream's sudden laughter, stopped what he was talking about, looked at Weaving Dream and asked, "Uh...... Is what I just said so funny?"

Weaving Dream smiled and coughed lightly, "What did you just say?"

Mu Feibai rubbed his chin and said again, "I'm just saying that Wanbang really accepted the medicinal wine prepared for us by Zhu'an, and I am quite happy to see it, I must have reached this age, and it is time to pay attention to health preservation...... Is there anything wrong with that? It's so funny. ”

Shuhua too, staring sideways at Weaving Dreams, although she didn't ask like Mu Feibai, there was a bit of inquiry in her eyes.

Weaving Meng smiled and leaned over, grabbed Shuhua's arm, and praised the two of them with an inquiring gaze.

"Sparse flowers, that is, sparse flowers!"

Then he didn't explain, and pulled Shuhua to the camp tent.

Mu Feibai scratched his head and muttered, "Shuhua must be Shuhua!" hurriedly followed.

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Since Shuhua and Mu Feibai came to the barracks, Weaving Dream has obviously been a lot happier, with company during the day and at night.

Shuhua naturally wants to live with her at night, there is only a small bed in her tent, and the two can't help but get very close, which feels too intimate, she always feels that this matter is unthinkable for her before, but now it really happened, like a dream.

It even made her feel a little nervous.

Since she was a child, she has a stone room of her own in the Phantom Flower Palace, no matter whether she is afraid to stay alone in the gloomy stone room at night, Hua Nai never asks, anyway, for warm things, Hua Nai has always treated her coldly.

She never imagined that the same person who was related by blood could share a small bed so intimately, not even with her biological mother.

However, now it did happen, and there was one more person next to her.

It felt like a new experience for her, strange and wonderful.

Of course, the same is true for sparse flowers.

Just like the night they came back from participating in the Winter Festival in Wucheng, after washing, the two of them climbed into bed together, and Weaving Dream was secretly a little nervous.

The lights were turned off, and neither of them immediately fell asleep, and lay silent for a while.

Suddenly, Weaving Dream turned over and faced Shuhua, and his voice was soft and thin, as if ringing in his ears.

She called softly.

Shuhua immediately responded.

When she faced Weaving Dreams, she always couldn't continue to be indifferent, even the chill in her eyes dispersed a lot, and there was always a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her tone.

Weaving Dream pressed her forehead to her shoulder, her voice a little muffled.

"Shuhua, you said that when we were born, wasn't it like this, lying next to each other, close to each other......"

In the dark, Shuhua nodded quickly, and was afraid that Weaving Dream would not be able to see it, so she replied: "Naturally." ”

Weaving Dream chuckled.

It's reassuring, this feeling.

Different from the kind of peace of mind that stays by my brother's side, this feels very down-to-earth and wonderful, as if there is light, there must be shadow, and light and shadow are always connected, inseparable, and inseparable.

That may be their inseparable blood and kinship.

They have been separated since childhood, and they seem to be incomplete.

Twins, is there such a connection?

Weaving Dream rubbed Shuhua's cheek and screamed softly.

"Sister. ”

Sensing that Shuhua's whole person stiffened and quickly softened, he also turned sideways and put his forehead on Weaving Dream's forehead, feeling each other's body temperature.

No matter what kind of emotion it is, it may be difficult for Shuhua to vent it, so she can only gently hug Weaving Dreams.

"You can always use me as your way out. ”

In just one promise, it is loud.

Weaving Dream laughed silently, a pair of eyes shining brightly in the dark, and nodded next to Shuhua's forehead.

"Hmm. ”

Good dreams are always accompanied by clear light. There are very few, absent for many years, and the gap about family affection seems to have been filled.

There are indeed many unsatisfactory things in this world. It cannot be denied that she could only walk alone in the strange darkness for a long time, and she had all kinds of pain, resentment, and killing...... I always feel like luck is inherently bad, everything I encounter is too bitter, the past and future are like stumbling while stumbling and walking, and I have to grit my teeth to get up by myself when I break my head, pat the place where I was hurt, straighten my back and continue to move forward.

There was no time when she could relax her straight back, because she felt that no one seemed to be able to rely on but herself.

However, Weaving Dream suddenly felt that if all the previous unsatisfactory was for the sake of the current encounter, it was okay to be a little bitter and a little painful.

It seems that a lot of nostalgia in my heart has been quietly put down.

There are flowers and dreams, when it is a breeze and rain.

"Sister, what kind of place is Jinling?"