A cluster of bamboo shadows are mottled, and a clear blue cloud is cut.
A gust of wind travels far away, a touch of ink and pine condensation.
Before Ning Yujin came closer, she saw the tall and straight pine-like shadow in the distance, standing tall and handsome with her hands behind her back, forming a landscape.
She stepped on the soft ground and walked towards him step by step.
He stood there, seemingly seeing her from a distance, and then waited for her to pass step by step.
I haven't seen him for a few days, but his face is still the same, domineering and handsome; his lips are still the same, tightly pursed like a blade; and his contours are still the same, firm and sharp.
Ning Yujin suddenly felt that the scene at this moment looked so like the reunion of two lovers who had been separated for a long time.
Bah, bah, bah, I must have been influenced by Su Yuehua just now, and now I unconsciously brought it in automatically.
Don't think too much, don't think too much.
She lowered her head and walked quickly towards Mo Jingxiao, and was about to bend her knees to salute. But before she could bend down, a big warm hand grabbed her wrist.
What's going on with this?
Ning Yujin didn't dare to think too hastily this time. After two oolongs, she had learned to be cautious.
So at this second, she did not say seriously, "We are a girl from a good family," nor did she yell out of control. Instead, she calmly raised her head and looked at Mo Jingxiao with wide, puzzled eyes.
Mo Jingxiao's hand slipped from her wrist to her hand very naturally, and then slid back from her hand. Then he said calmly: "No need to be polite."
Speechless!
You don't need to be polite, you don't need to be polite. She can understand these four words when you say them, so why do you have to reach out to stop her.
It made her palms feel hot.
She looked around, trying to find something to divert her attention, but she didn't expect to find one!
"horse!"
As soon as she saw the horse tied to the side, Ning Yujin immediately screamed excitedly.
Moreover, she was deeply impressed by this horse. When Mo Jingxiao returned to Beijing that day, he rode this horse back.
The tall horses from the foreign land are taller and stronger than the domestic horses in Daye. Just looking at them is very eye-catching, not to mention that there is Mo Jingxiao sitting on the horse.
Ning Yujin thought that when she fell to the ground and got up, a large part of her was crushed by the horse's momentum.
Damn, she wouldn't say she's not taller than this horse.
Mo Jingxiao also followed her gaze and looked over. Seeing her bright eyes, he asked, "Want to ride?"
Ning Yujin nodded fiercely: "Yes!"
She wanted to bully this bad horse who once tried to crush her with his size!
As if the horse knew what she was thinking, it snorted suddenly, stomped, and trodden in place a little restlessly.
Ning Yujin grinned, with an expression on her face like an old witch was about to kill her, and slowly approached the horse...
Hey, wait a minute, why did it get involved in horse riding for no apparent reason?
Ning Yujin quickly came to her senses and asked Mo Jingxiao: "Your Highness Prince Ding, why did you come to see me?"
Mo Jingxiao untied the horse's reins, quickly got on the horse, and then stretched out his hand towards her: "I have something to do. Let's get on the horse first and talk as we walk."
"Get on the horse..." Ning Yujin looked at the front seat vacated by Mo Jingxiao and asked with a desperate struggle, "You mean, two people riding together?"
Mo Jingxiao raised his dark brown eyes, seemed to smile, and said matter-of-factly: "The lightning is so fierce that you can't control it."
Ning Yujin glanced at Mo Jingxiao, and then at the smelly horse that was snorting provocatively at her. She simply took a step back, waved her hand and said, "I won't ride anymore, I... I'm afraid of heights!"
Mo Jingxiao looked at her without saying anything, as if he was sizing up something.
Ning Yujin felt uncomfortable looking at him, and thought she had just said something wrong, but at this moment, Mo Jingxiao suddenly got off the horse, grabbed her as naturally as possible, and walked straight into the bamboo house
: "This won't work."
Doesn't this work?
What doesn't work?
Ning Yujin's mind suddenly opened up, and she looked around the environment where there were only two people and one horse, and her heart suddenly beat.
Mo Jingxiao tried his best to ask Su Yuehua to bring her here for something, but as soon as she refused to ride a horse, he pulled her into the house. What was he planning to do?
Why is her heart beating so fast?
At this time, is it more useful to pray to Tathagata Buddha Guanyin or God Jesus?
Damn, what on earth is she thinking about in her head all day long?
In a blink of an eye, she had been taken into the bamboo house by Mo Jingxiao.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, including tables, chairs, tea tables, tea sets, bookshelves and screens. Nine out of ten things that can be seen are made of bamboo, which is very refreshing and unique.
Mo Jingxiao walked straight to a cabinet and pulled out a set of black men's clothing.
The dark robe, purple-black trousers, and dark patterns outlined with thin gold threads on the hem are Mo Jingxiao's usual dressing style.
But this suit of clothes was obviously much smaller, like the clothes Mo Jingxiao wore when he was a child. He twisted the robe and compared it with her body. Seeing that they were about the same size, he stuffed the clothes into her arms.
"Put it on."
"Are these your clothes?" Ning Yujin didn't know why, but she couldn't help but want to laugh when she thought of Mo Jingxiao wearing all black when he was a child, with an expressionless look on his face.
Ah, you are already so cold and aloof at such a young age, it is simply unbearable.
Mo Jingxiao nodded: "My mother-in-law often came here to stay for a while, and I also stayed here for a while."
After saying a few words, Mo Jingxiao stopped.
Ning Yujin paused for a moment and did not ask him about his past. She carried her clothes and walked to the room inside: "Then I'm going to change clothes."
Mo Jingxiao couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw her walking into the house with hurried steps, like a trotting duck.
She probably wanted to run in, but she thought it was too obvious, so she finally compromised and chose this way of entering the house, but she didn't want it to be weirder or more obvious.
How could you be so stupid?
Ning Yujin dresses quite neatly, and she also wears men's clothes. She wears a belt, and she has a somewhat handsome temperament.
The only thing that made her quite embarrassed was her long hair.
I rely on Xiangyue at home, but I don’t know who to rely on when I go out. Her own hair-twisting skills are simply scummy and cannot be described as one ten thousandth of it.
What she didn't expect in the end was that it was Mo Jingxiao who solved this problem for her.
He got impatient waiting outside, so he asked to come in and take a look, lest she tie herself up in clothes and be unable to get out.
He believed she could do such a thing.
But beyond his expectation, Ning Yujin had already put on her clothes and shoes. The jet-black robe worn on the fair young boy had an indescribable charm.
But Ning Yujin didn't notice him coming in. At this moment, she was holding a comb in one hand and her hair in the other, staring at her eyes with a look of death, grinding her teeth and fighting with her hair.
However, the result of the struggle was too disastrous. The hair that was loosely tied up with a hair tie was even more messy than before it was combed.
"Damn it, I don't believe it. I can't even comb my hair today!"
But at this moment, Mo Jingxiao walked up to her, reached out to take the comb in her hand, and said leisurely: "I'll do it."