"Brother, are you okay? You have barely eaten a bite of food for seven days, and you are almost too thin to be shapeless!" Ma Zhulan asked her brother with a wink of big eyes.

"Brother, is the girl you like hurting you? I want to see whose girl has such guts, I really don't want to live!" Ma Zhubi's apricot eyes were full of anger.

Ma Zhufan lay on the bed in a daze, a pair of slightly sunken eyes staring stupidly at the leaves outside the window, the skin on his face was tightly pressed against the bones, and he almost didn't eat for seven days, which made him look haggard, but he didn't feel hungry at all, and he was always silently worried about Wang Xueyao in his heart, even in his dreams, she was her figure,

In the past seven days, he has mustered up the courage to express his feelings to her countless times, but whenever he sees her, he can't even speak, he can only hear his heart beating 'bang', and now he doesn't even dare to see her, for fear that he will show his feet, afraid that she will not like him.

There are always times when it is for the sake of love that I quietly dodge, what I avoid is the figure, and what I can't avoid is the silent feelings.

The wind outside the window made a 'whirring' sound, and the leaves fluttered freely with the wind, "Maybe it's not bad to be a leaf, because it doesn't know love or love." Ma Zhufan muttered to himself.

The morning sun shines on the earth, everything is so thriving, the private school is surrounded by peach trees, the trees are full of pink peach blossoms, a wisp of breeze blows, one by one petals hovering over the private school, like a sea of flowers, there are several stone tables in the peach blossom forest, which are for students who read in the morning.

At this time, a girl sat on a stone table, she held a scroll in one hand and a cheek in the other, staring intently at the scroll with autumn-like eyes, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

Ma Zhufan knows Wang Xueyao's habits, she will read here every morning, he looks at her quietly with affection through the peach blossoms, and a ray of sunlight spreads the mottled light spots evenly on her through the petals, making her look so holy and perfect.

"Xue Yao is early, what book are you reading today?" Ma Zhufan stepped forward and sat on the stone bench next to Wang Xueyao.

"Zhufan, you're here, I still don't understand the ancient poem you told me yesterday. Wang Xueyao's charming eyes stared at him tightly, and said crisply.

Ma Zhufan looked at her affectionately, deeply fascinated by her eyes, deeply fascinated by her crisp and tactful voice, didn't know what to say, and his mind was blank.

"Zhu Fan, what are you talking about, what are you in a daze!" Wang Xueyao said angrily.

"Ahh

"Zhu Fan, what are you doing behind your hands, early in the morning, inexplicable. Wang Xueyao's cherry-like red lips purred dissatisfiedly.

Ma Zhufan slowly stretched out his hands from behind him, as if he was holding a rare treasure in his hand.

"Ah, it's a peony, I like peony the most, it symbolizes nobility and elegance, Zhu Fan, how did you guess that I like peony?" Wang Xueyao covered her lips with her hand in surprise.

"The clothes I wear every day are embroidered with peony dark lines, who can't see it!" Ma Zhufan rolled his eyes helplessly.

Wang Xueyao's mutton fat-like face was covered with a little redness, she took the peony flower, and her delicate nose kept sniffing the fragrance of the peony flower.

Ma Zhufan looked at her excited face, as if he had eaten honey, and smiled silly, but how much hardship was behind the smile? Who would ask? For the sake of these eleven peonies, in order to ensure its freshness, he climbed to the mountain before dawn, picked peonies by the moonlight, and almost fell off the cliff a few times, but he smiled for you, what is this!

"Xue Yao, what do you think, how am I?" Ma Zhufan looked at her quietly.

"You, study seriously, be modest, treat people sincerely, anyway, you are a celebrity in our private school, and my father often praises you!" Wang Xueyao said with a winkful eye.

"How can I be as good as you say! I feel that my face is a little long, and my skin is a little dark. Ma Zhufan scratched his hair with his hand embarrassedly.

"Zhu Fan, I think you look good!"

"Xue Yao, I want to tell you something. Ma Zhufan kept telling himself not to be nervous, and his hand kept stroking his chest.

"You say, I'm listening?" Wang Xueyao looked at him suspiciously.

"Xue Yao, I like you!" Ma Zhufan seemed to have spent a lifetime of strength to say these six words, he only felt that his whole body was weak now, the whole world seemed to be leaving him, and he could only hear his heart beating faster and faster in his ears.

Ma Zhufan looked at Wang Xueyao nervously, and Wang Xueyao was also stupid by his confession, looking at him blankly, the wind was stronger, the peach tree swayed a little more, and the pink petals danced in the air uneasily, just like his mood.

Ma Zhufan's two hands grabbed his thighs tightly, and the skin of his thighs had turned red and purple due to the force of his hands, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Xue Yao, do you know why I gave you eleven peonies? Because it symbolizes a lifetime, because I want to protect you for a lifetime. Ma Zhufan excitedly recounted his feelings for Wang Xueyao.

"Zhu Fan, I want to tell you one thing, yesterday an immortal came to my house and said that I am a rare immortal cultivator in a hundred years, and in a few months he will take me to the holy land of cultivating immortals, Zhu Fan, do you understand what I mean?" Wang Xueyao raised her snow-white mantis head high, and her charming eyes narrowed slightly and squinted at Ma Zhufan, as if she was an immortal now, looking at mortals with contemptuous and noble eyes.

"Hehe, immortal, how is that?Xue Yao, I just want to ask you, have you ever felt so much about me?" Ma Zhufan only felt that his eyes were a little hazy, only felt that his voice was a little hoarse, and only felt that his world was gray, but he still had a trace of expectation, even if she looked at him with contemptuous eyes.

"Zhu Fan, you have to know that we are not people of the same world, it is impossible, besides, how can you protect me as a mortal for the rest of my life!" Wang Xueyao was still so arrogant.

"Haha, is it?Then I'm here to congratulate Fairy Xue Yao, where are we mortals worthy of immortals!" Ma Zhufan slowly stood up, his legs trembled a little, and his eyes became even hazy.

The wind became more urgent, the peach tree shook more violently, and more petals left the peach tree, flying in the air, like a rain of flowers, just like Ma Zhufan's silent cry in his heart, his figure slowly disappeared in the rain of flowers, disappearing in this place that made him sad.

The petals were still floating in the air, and a few fell on Ma Zhufan's shoulders, as if he wanted to comfort him, as if he wanted to listen to his heart, he picked up a petal on his shoulder.

"It turns out that all this is just my own unrequited love. He smiled self-deprecatingly

"She was so perfect and kind in my heart, she was my world, but ······" His voice was choked, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

"Petal, petal, did you see her contemptuous look just now? It was like a thousand sharp swords piercing my heart, and my heart hurts!" his tears unconsciously burst out of his eyes.

Hesitating in the moonlight, wandering in sleep, emotional things, always can't understand, it's not that you don't want to love, it's not that you don't want to love, you're afraid of it, love is also a kind of hurt.