Like a friend who has known him for many years, or a relative who has been with him day and night, he called her "Meng'er," and she just frowned slightly and acquiesced.
Han Mengxiao had an indescribable feeling in her heart for a man she had only met for a long time. It was as if there was such a shadow that had been buried in her heart for thousands of years, and then she met him and became close to him as a matter of course. If Han Mengxiao knew,
This small glass of wine will break the heart of her future self. She must wipe away this trace of intimacy early on, turn around and leave, never looking back.
But at this time, she smiled brightly and said the clear word: "Okay!"
On the outskirts of the city, the path that is only large enough for one person passes through the deep reeds. It is already dark. The moon has come up, casting goose-yellow light on this quiet land. The cold wind blows past the ears, making a "whooshing" sound.
At the sound, Han Mengxiao looked helplessly at the back of Yue Wugou's fluttering white clothes in front of her, feeling so regretful that her intestines turned green.
Why on earth did she agree to drink with him? Why did she go to the restaurant and heard that he could make wine, and then change her mind and want to drink the wine he made? Why should she believe him when he said that he lived not far away?
It’s been nearly two hours and it’s still not here! Why does he, the dignified person in charge of the Criminal Department and an important minister in the court, live in such a shady place on the outskirts of the city!
"Master Yue, this glass of wine you have is really not good to drink!" After walking for a while, Han Mengxiao finally couldn't help but joke.
"You can call me Wu Gou," Yue Wu Gou stopped, without looking back, and said gently, "You are tired from walking. Come, I will carry you." After saying this, he actually squatted down.
Han Mengxiao was stunned for a moment, this... what does he mean? Is she familiar with him? Isn't it important in ancient times that men and women should not be intimate? His behavior is too strange, isn't it? This means that he absolutely trusts her.
? Or... I thought about a lot of random things, but Yue Wugou was urging me:
"Si Meng'er, come up quickly!"
Damn it, he must have been possessed by a ghost. Why did she have the urge to climb on his back immediately? No matter, he said it so seriously! He put his hands on Yue Wuhou's shoulders nervously, and Han Mengxiao turned his eyes.
Closed and climbed up...
Yue Wugou smiled softly: "Meng'er, don't be so nervous, I won't throw you down again." This sentence was obviously suspicious, but Han Mengxiao ignored it because he was too uneasy, until later
Later, in Han Mengxiao's tearful memories, she discovered that the closest distance between her and him was actually the initial unfamiliar dependence.
After walking for another half an hour, they finally arrived at Yue Wugou's residence. Han Mengxiao had already fallen asleep on Yue Wugou's back. If she had been awake at this time, she would have been amazed by the beautiful scenery in front of her.
At the end of the road, low and dense flowers bloomed on the green grass, with goose-yellow stamens and pink, white or purple petals, forming a huge carpet of flowers. Luminous butterflies were waving their beautiful wings, and the light blue flowers were in full bloom.
The light flickers in and out, and at the end of the flower is water. The water in the pool is that kind of turquoise green, as quiet as an irregular mirror, with a stream of mist steaming from it. It turns out that the small pool is actually a pool of warm soup!
The small bamboo house was built fifteen or sixteen steps away from the pond. In front of the house, an unknown tree bloomed with large white flowers. The flowers seemed to be blooming in the sunshine, and the whole body exuded a faint brilliance, full of flowers.
There is a tree full of trees, but not a single one is in a withered state... A warm atmosphere fills this small world, without even a trace of chill.