The hair is like a tail, the eyebrows are like a painting, and the phoenix is hidden in the dark clothes. It comes out of the silver light, clear and transparent, and illuminating.
The night is dark, the moon is bright, and the wind blows the curtains and shiny shiny slowly. On such a night, such a person is like a dream and so beautiful that he is not close to it.
Yin Guang completely came out of Hei Hair's body. Baozi's eyes closed, as if he had suddenly lost his soul, and his small body quickly fell down. Bai Chu came back to his senses and was startled. He reached out to help him, but saw that his hands had already supported Hei Hair one step ahead of her.
The black robe has wide sleeves, the jade fingers are slender, each finger bone is clear and clean, and beautiful. The big palm holds the black-haired little body and gently picks him up. The robe drags the floor across the blue brick and stone floor, and carries him into the inner room, carefully puts it on the bed in the inner room, covers the quilt, and tucks the corners of the quilt. A series of movements are as smooth as possible.
Bai Chu stood there, looking at him without a moment, with his dark clothes swaying on the ground and phoenix dark patterns. Just looking at this back, he felt that it was even longer than 30,000 years.
Then, he finally turned around and looked at her, flew under his sword eyebrows slanted into his hair, a smile faintly flashed in his deep eyes, and his thin lips opened slightly: "A Chu."
The sound was as if he was gently twisting the strings on the piano and fell into his ears. The strings trembled in his mind, echoing quietly in his heart, Bai Chu's shoulders trembled slightly. She had thought about whether he was really alive, and had imagined the scenes that he should have when he met again. But when she really saw the eyebrows and eyes that had been thinking about for 30,000 years, she felt her heart tight and she jumped suddenly, without even controlling her breathing. She looked at him blankly with breathing for a moment, and she was at a loss, and she lowered her eyes slightly in panic.
He walked towards her with a smile, his deep eyes were clear, simple, gentle, pure and free.
As he got closer and closer, his eyes were covered by shadows. Bai Chu raised his eyes in a daze and saw the face of his face, his mind was light silver and full of majestic and solemn. He seemed to have broken the glimpse of the glimpse, reminding her that although the person on the other side was the same person as San Wan Nian, there were some differences.
The entanglement in his heart was entangled with thousands of questions. Bai Chu opened his mouth, but couldn't ask.
On that familiar face, a smile was like a warm wind, blew away the silence pain of 30,000 years, and woke up the secret admiration that was tightly suppressed in the heart. Bai Chu looked straight at the person close at hand. When he spoke again, his voice was dull and light, and he was so light that he had no edge: "Master?"
Chi Su nodded, reached out to rub her hair, just like the same thing as he had done tens of thousands of years ago. He looked at her, still with a doting look, a faint smile, and a gentle word: "Achu, I haven't seen you for a long time."
It took a long time no see, 30,000 years at a glance.
Bai Chu's body stiffened, his nose sore up, but a smile quickly raised, with charming smiles in his smile and affectionate eyes, just like the little girl who had been pestering his master many years ago: "How can Master?"
"Okay, where is Achu?" The voice was clear and warm, as if the spring was warm.
She was a little confused when she looked at him and said, "Hello, Master, that's fine."
Nothing is strange or doubt is important. As long as you stand in front of me and be safe and sound, that's fine.
Chi Su looked down at her with a helpless smile: "Achu, it's still the same temperament."
Bai Chu pursed his lips, his clear eyes slightly turned, and his expression was dissatisfied: "A Chu is still the original A Chu, is the master still the original master?"
He looked at her with deep eyes and asked without answering, "What do Achu thinks?"
Bai Chu looked at him, stretched out his finger to point at the bed inside the hall, with red lips slightly held, and his smile remained: "Master must explain to A Chu first, where did this child come from?"