Mu Feibai's black and white eyes were like fire, as if a thousand words were tumbling, and Zhu An didn't say anything more.

He could understand Mu Feibai's mood, just like when he faced Weaving Dreams, full of emotion but extremely cautious.

It is true that this sentiment should be poured out, but sometimes, the more cherished it is, the more it cannot be said.

It seems a little inappropriate to continue to stand here, it would be better to leave the two of them alone, and Zhu'an has not seen Weaving Dreams come out for a long time, so he just excuses himself to avoid it.

He took two steps closer and asked Shuhua softly, "Dream Weaving is still inside, can I go in?"

Shuhua nodded and hummed lightly.

Zhu An walked to the tent, not in a hurry to break in, so as not to disturb Weaving Dream, he greeted softly through the curtain, "Ah Meng, I'm in." ”

Hearing Weaving Dream's answer, he reached out and lifted the curtain.

It was quiet in the tent, and Weaving Dream stood in the middle of the house with a helpless face, watching Zhu'an come in.

first glanced at Zhu An, and then lowered her head to look at the dress she was wearing, the white dress on her body was exactly the same as the one worn by Shuhua.

Seeing that Zhu'an's eyes fell on her, Zhimeng grabbed the hem of her skirt and asked a little embarrassedly, "Brother, is that...... What do you think? Isn't it weird?"

From the time they first met in Fanzhou City, Weaving Dream had always worn only red dresses, and seemed to have a preference for red.

However, he is dressed in red and has black hair, which is already too beautiful.

Now I suddenly changed into a color of clothes, probably because I was a little unaccustomed, so I didn't go out for a long time.

However, the same style, two different colors.

Those are two very similar faces, different from the cold frost of sparse flowers, weaving dreams are like a fresh wind, passing through the flower branches of the courtyard, has disturbed the years slightly drunk.

Her beauty is wanton and flamboyant.

If it is said that the sparse flower is the snow lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain, the clear water comes out of the hibiscus, and the natural carving is decorated, then the weaving dream is the red lotus in full swing in the smoke and rain of a city.

A sentence suddenly came to mind in Zhu'an's mind: the pulse and the eyes are wavering, and the flowers are in full bloom.

His eyes were fixed on the man, and he smiled like a tree full of flowers and branches that had been driven by the breeze in the warm spring of March.

"No, it's beautiful. ”

Zhu'an never lies, this Weaving Dream couldn't be clearer, and after getting his affirmation, Weaving Dream breathed a sigh of relief, and explained to him with a smile: "This is brought to me by Shuhua, saying that I haven't cut clothes for me before, and I have some regrets, so I went to order it before coming to the Northwest and wanted to wear it with me." ”

Xu is fate in the dark, Shuhua customizes the clothes according to her own body shape, and Weaving Dream wears it and cuts it well.

I want to give Dream Weaver's first gift.

If Weaving Dreams hadn't been taken away, the two of them would have tied the same braids and wore the same dresses since they were young, and they were still inseparable in a hurry, growing up hand in hand in the flowers, regardless of each other.

However, there is no if.

Shuhua always wants to find the lost years little by little and share them with Weaving Dreams.

Zhu'an nodded and said again: "Well, it's really beautiful." ”

Maybe it was because of the change of clothes just now, Weaving Dream's hair bun was a little scattered, and she walked over to Weaving Dream, pressed Weaving Dream to the stool and sat down, and naturally stretched out her hand to help her fix her hair.

He hadn't tied anyone's hair, and his movements were a little rusty, but he was sharp-minded and meticulously observant, and he had already gained a sense of proportion after looking at his subordinates twice.

"Do you want to tie this part of your hair up like thinning flowers?"

Weaving Meng smiled and nodded, and couldn't help but be a little curious, "Brother, will this too?"

A warm smile crossed her lips, and her voice was low and magnetic.

"I'm not very good at it, but the days are still long, you can teach me slowly. ”

His slender fingers grasped the wooden comb, patiently and gently combing her long hair.

It's like a newlywed couple, and the husband affectionately combs the hair of his beloved wife.

Weaving Dream looked at himself in the mirror, and such a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but blush.

Where do you want to go? Don't think nonsense!

She coughed softly, hiding her hot cheeks.

After Zhu'an tidied up her hair, the two went out together.

Shuhua was still standing outside the door and waiting, Weaving Dream walked over and stood with her briskly, couldn't help but look at herself and Shuhua, the smile on her lips was a little irrepressible.

"Shuhua, it's so beautiful!"

"Hmm. ”

Sure enough, wearing the same clothes, the two of them seemed to be looking in the mirror.

However, no matter whether others will admit their mistakes or not, in the eyes of several of them, Shuhua and Dream Weaving will never be compared to who is better-looking, because they are two separate individuals, with their own beauty and personality, how can they be confused?

This is especially true for Zhu'an and Mu Feibai.

When you really like someone, your appearance has become less important, and it is about seeing the depths of the soul under the skin through the various skins, and it is the soul of that person who falls in love.

So, how can you admit your mistake?

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There was still some distance to the dock city, and the guards of Chaianto borrowed horses for them to travel.

After making preparations, the four of them rode their horses towards Dock City, and with their mounts on their behalf, they saved a lot of time.

When we arrived at Dock City, it was getting late, and the day was almost over, and the lights of the city were turning on little by little, spreading little by little.

When they stood at the gate of Wucheng City, they couldn't help but be a little surprised, it turned out that the northwest where the wind and sand were raging and the environment was harsh, there was such a big city.

Standing at the gate of the city, people around him came and went, bustling in groups of threes and twos, smiling and walking towards the city. In addition to the New Year, the Cold Festival is one of the few major gatherings in the northwest, and many people in the northwest have put on new cotton clothes and rushed to Wucheng from their homes to participate in today's cold festival.

Looking at it, the 100,000 houses in Wucheng are brightly lit, the main street is paved with bluestone slabs, although it is not as blue bricks and tiles as in the south of the Yangtze River, it is gentle and soft everywhere with small bridges and flowing water, and it is not like Linlang City that is drunk with gold, the silk and bamboo music is endless, at most one or two storey houses are inevitably a little rustic compared to the Hualou Forest, however, the long street is spacious, the green bricks are neat, the street is full of all kinds of small stalls, the people are boiling, the liveliness is not lost to any city on the land of the Central Plains, every household is full of lights, there is a red lantern hanging at the door, as if to use the red like fire, to dispel the cold of winter。

The liveliness of this dock city far exceeded my expectations, Mu Feibai praised with a smile: "I didn't expect there to be such a lively place in the northwest, I was really confused by the rumors if I didn't come here, it was really eye-opening!"

Zhu'an nodded, answered, Yu Guang glanced at Shuhua, she just quietly looked at the long street in front of her, the lights were shining in her cold eyes, and she didn't know what she remembered.

Last time, he was brought back to the army by Wan Zhaohe before he had passed through Wucheng from afar, and he didn't know that Wucheng was like this, so he couldn't help but be a little curious, "Brother, what is the solar term today?" I feel that everyone in the city is festive, and they all have new clothes. ”

Zhu'an took over with a smile: "Well, General Wan told me that today is the fifteenth day of the cold month, and the people in the northwest will hold a cold festival today to celebrate the arrival of winter. Let's go, let's go in and have a look. ”

Four people dismounted and walked into the city, there were more people in the dock city than at the city gate, everyone was beaming with joy on their faces, laughter and laughter were endless, the joy of the solar term made people temporarily forget the wind and sand in the northwest, forgot that the war continued, at this moment, only lively and peaceful.

The four of them found a small restaurant in the city and ordered a few dishes, Mu Feibai has always liked to drink, but it is also a different occasion, he took the initiative to ask for a pot of wine today.

Zhu'an glanced at him, and was very suspicious that Mu Feibai wanted to drink to strengthen his courage, but it was reasonable for the four of them to get together again and have some wine to celebrate.

They sit at the window on the second floor of the restaurant, and they only need to look out the window to see the long street under the window, with pedestrians weaving and dense, and all kinds of shouting and talking are endless.

The festival is happiest for children, with children in bright new clothes, clutching bamboo dragonflies and rattles in their hands, chasing each other and laughing through the crowd, leaving a string of innocent and romantic laughter.

Squeezing around in the gaps of the crowd and having fun.

Weaving Dream kept staring, and Zhu'an felt a little funny, and asked, "What's the matter?"