I was awake all the time, but no one knew except the shadowless man.

My eldest brother stayed in my room for a long time that day, and someone came to call, and he left in a hurry. Then the adult came in, and his footsteps were so quiet that I could hear them. As if because there was no one around, he rarely leaned in to see me. I closed my eyes and took a good look at him by the way.

This man in his 2,000s has long plump brown hair in a bun, fixed to the top of his head with a long clear needle, a red robe, white skin and snow, long eyebrows and sideburns, and cold eyes. I could feel his cold aura with my eyes closed, and my heart tightened and my whole body was cold.

He is gorgeous, and even more beautiful than his eldest brother. But, I'm a little scared of him. Just the look in his eyes can make me freeze.

He just stared at me, silent. Suddenly, he slowly stretched out his hand and put it on my eyelids, his fingers as cold as a soldering iron, as if they were about to melt through my eyelids.

I was terrified, and I didn't know what the adults wanted. With a gentle push of his fingers, it dawned on me that he was going to lift my eyelids!

In an instant, a gentle force covered my eyes, gently but forcefully pressing my eyes. The touch, the temperature, is definitely another person's hand! The invisible hand protected my eyelids, for a while, the adult could not lift it! I closed my eyes, but I could see everything clearly, the adult tried again, but it still didn't work, his face was calm, his brows did not wrinkle, he reached out and pulled my hair again, picked up a strand, and when I wanted to take a closer look, suddenly someone walked in.

It was my sister who painted the sea, followed by my wife.

I'm a year older than I. I lay there quietly and watched her grow from year to year, from a red-cheeked, unscrupulous child to an ivory-white, jade, reserved and proud girl. How naughty she was when I was a child, she used to sneak into my room with my adult, my wife and my eldest brother behind her back, pull my hair, braid it into messy pigtails, kiss my face vigorously, leave her saliva there, blow or scream in my ears...... Sometimes, when she was reprimanded, she came and sat on the floor beside me, sobbing and crying, and raised my hand, and ran it across the center of her eyebrows and the tip of her nose, and asked me softly if she was beautiful, and then, after someone from the distant Huang Qiang family came to visit, she became much quieter, and occasionally set foot in my room, and stood beside me, but did not look at me, and her face changed, one moment happy, one moment annoyed, and it was very vivid. But I still like her so much, I like her exhalation like an orchid, her little hands are warm, and I like the blush on her face that is as thin as a cicada's wings, although the blush, day by day, fades.

As soon as Hua Haigang entered the door, he was quite surprised when he saw the adult, and respectfully called: My lord.

The adult slowly lowered my hair, turned around and responded warmly: It's you, come to see Meiyi? The posture is cold and magnificent, which is really pleasing to the eye. (Scared, you were still fiddling with my eyelids just now!)

The painting sea turned sideways, and the lady approached. How old is she? If I'm not mistaken, the eldest brother Chuanyun once mentioned, 1800 years old? Or 1900 years old? Does it matter, for a woman who always looks like she is only 17 years old, she is only 17 years old.

Of all the ladies and relatives who have been at my bedside, Madame is not the most beautiful. However, she is the most beautiful one. She was tall, with a long neck, smart eyes, square jaws, long braided hair, and a heavy hanging down the back of her head, which made her always tilt her head slightly. The bright red robe is worn on the body, never like other women, tightly tied with ribbons, stretching out the slender waist, she has always been a wide robe with big sleeves, coming and going with the wind, gentle words, and saying one thing or another.

Even so, in front of adults, Madame is always obedient, docile and shy, just as she is really only 17 years old.

The three of them were now standing side by side beside the bed. Madame bent down, tucked my quilt, gently brushed her hair behind my ear, and whispered, "Good intentions." Kindness. Is it okay to wake up?

The voice was magical, almost knocking me up.

You see our beauty, a face is more and more delicate. With a smile in her eyes, Madame looked sideways at the adult and said.

The adult nodded. Thoughtfully.

Huahai leaned close to my ear and said with a smile: Meiyi, I know you're awake, hurry up.

I could smell her warm breath, a spicy smell.

I lay quietly. The gentle force that pressed my eyes. The invisible hand has been removed. They looked at me earnestly, and I was like a plant, motionless, but I didn't know that I was looking at them left and right, up and down. Suddenly there was a feeling of being a good scoundrel. I'm going to move, turn over or something, what does it mean to be in bed for so many years?!

At a glance, I saw that Madame's hand was loosely resting on Hua Hai's shoulder, gently holding her, Hua Hai was wearing a white shirt and red dress, with a slender waist, and her eyes were rolling under her dark brown bangs. They, they, are really like...... Family.

I suddenly felt very unhappy. If I could, I would like to get up and throw myself into the arms of adults or ladies, or climb the arm that pierces the clouds, or hold the hand of the painting sea, in short, don't lie here, like a fossil, gradually forgotten.

I've never felt so lost as I do now. The thought of waking up overshadowed everything. I was boiling like hot magma beneath a silent volcano, boiling with extreme restraint. That gentle force came again, he was invisible, shadowless, but I could feel him, it was a pair of hands.

The hands gently lifted my eyelids and let something in.