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Chapter 491 Deep eyes, fine snow and breeze

The rain is slightly cool, and the wind blows through it with a faint fragrance.

Hiss...hoo...

The little Taoist nun felt that her face was red and hot, and she took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

However, this bad guy who embarrassed me got closer and closer.

"I……"

"Let's do the math."

"This...this...calculates others and does not count myself. I dare not calculate all the hexagrams. I am afraid of the impermanence of heaven...I cannot calculate my own hexagrams."

"Then, how about Xiaosheng telling you a fortune?"

"Okay...okay."

"I said, today."

"ah?"

The little Taoist nun was startled when she heard the words, and then she understood what the other person said. She blushed to the roots of her ears and felt that both ears were burning.

"ah!"

The bad guy, as if he noticed her embarrassment, leaned close to her ear and breathed softly,

"You said, right?"

My heart palpitates for a moment,

Like your gentle sword edge,

Passing by is like a startled giant.

"Well, it's getting dark and raining. I...I should go back to sleep."

The little Taoist nun hurriedly ran into the Taoist temple, took out an oil-paper umbrella, opened it quickly, and ran down without even daring to look at Wang Fugui.

After running two steps, she stopped and ran back again.

"Um...it's raining. Can't you go home?"

"If you are willing to leave me here alone, it's okay for me to stand here all night."

"How can that be done? You are so weak. You will get sick if you blow the cool breeze all night."

Huh? I'm weak? Little girl, don't you know how powerful I am?

At this moment, Wang Fugui felt that he had suffered the greatest humiliation in his life.

"How about you and I go to rest."

"Isn't this...not good?"

Having said that, Wang Fugui has already walked over.

"It doesn't matter, there are no outsiders here."

Yun Mengzi walked to Wang Fugui and held an umbrella with him.

"You can stay in my master's house."

In the spring breeze and drizzle, on the path paved with bluestones, one person holds an umbrella and two people walk.

Their shoulders and arms were close together, and they felt each other's hot body temperature in the cool breeze.

The slight sound of breathing and the ticking sound of rain falling on the umbrella all plucked the strings in their hearts.

The atmosphere is a bit ambiguous.

They walked to a small bamboo house.

finally,

Boom!

The string is broken.

Wang Fugui stopped, took the umbrella from Yun Mengzi's hand, and then held her in his arms with one hand.

"Life is only seventy years old. Apart from ten years of ignorance and ten years of old age and weakness, only fifty is left.

This fifty will remove half of the night, leaving only twenty-five. How much time is spent thinking about eating and drinking tea, bathing and changing clothes, getting sick at work, and running around?

The days when I can really stay with my sweetheart, if I count them, are actually very few.

I don't want the girl to think that I am a smooth-talking prodigal, but if I only have two or three opportunities to meet girls in my life, I have already missed them twice.

How can I let it go this time?"

Be careful with every word of your oath,

There is so much tenderness in your eyes,

Like the spring breeze, the ice and snow also melt.

"I……"

Without giving the girl a chance to speak, Wang Fugui kissed her.

With one kiss, the little Taoist nun completely fell into this tenderness.

Somehow, the little Taoist nun's mind went blank, so she was picked up by the young master and walked into the bamboo house...

The cool breeze is blowing, and the night rain is shocking.

But it can't cool down the heat in my heart, and it can't hide the spring light that fills the room.

Half an hour later...

The little Taoist nun wiped the fine beads of sweat on Wang Fugui's forehead, gently hugged his shoulders, and nestled in his arms.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and Wang Fugui pulled the quilt to cover the shoulders of the girl in his arms.

"Son."

"Um?"

"No...nothing."

The little Taoist nun smiled contentedly and hugged her tighter.

"Are you still calling me weak now?"

"ah?"

"Am I great?"

"I……"

The little Taoist nun's face turned red. Suddenly her big eyes rolled and she smiled playfully.

"I've only slept with you, so how do I know if you're great or not? Why don't you wait until I sleep with another man before I can comment?"

"Hmph, you dare."

"Woo..."

Sparing the beauty beneath him, Wang Fugui lay down again and reminisced about the delicious food just now.

The little Taoist nun's jade fingers gently drew on his chest, which made Wang Fugui feel angry again, and his lower abdomen was unbearably hot.

"What are you drawing?"

"Since ancient times, the word love has always been empty. It needs to be carefully considered and presented one stroke at a time.

I won’t say love words to you, I will only write my name into your heart. You must always remember me.”

"Silly girl."

Wang Fugui kissed the girl's straight nose gently and said with a smile,

"But I feel like what you wrote wasn't Yunmengzi."

"Oh, who would write their own ID at this time? I don't even...

You must write your own name."

"Then what's your name?"

"You are such a person. I have given myself to you, but you still don't know my name. It's too much."

"hehe."

Wang Fugui rubbed his nose awkwardly.

"You have to remember, my name is Feng Junwan."

"Jun Wan? It doesn't sound friendly. Do you have a nickname?"

"Why do you ask?"

The little Taoist nun's eyes immediately widened, her mouth slightly pursed, a little angry.

Her appearance aroused Wang Fugui's curiosity even more. Under his tickling magic, the little Taoist nun finally surrendered.

"If I tell you, don't laugh at me."

"Don't worry, I won't laugh."

"My nickname is Tie Niu."

"Pfft... Hahahahaha, Tienniu, Feng Tieniu, hahahaha..."

"Oh, you said you wouldn't laugh at me, ahhhh!"

The little Taoist nun refused and hammered his chest.

"Why is it called Tie Niu?"

"When I was little, my dad said I was as tough as a tomboy, so I was given this nickname."

"Well, the name is good. I will call you Tie Niu from now on."

"No! What's your name?"

"You are such a person. I have given myself to you, but you still don't know my name. It's too much."

Wang Fugui returned to her exactly what the little Taoist nun had just said.

"Sigh, it's all your fault for being a slut."

"Okay, okay, my fault, hahaha, you have to remember, my name is Wang Fugui."

"Pfft... Hahahahaha, Fugui, why don't you call me Jixiang? It's really ugly."

"Tie Niu."

"Wealthy!"

"Tie Niu!"

"Bite you!"

It rained all night and finally stopped...

There were traces of clouds and mist rising from the top of the mountain, giving the feeling of late autumn after the new rain on the empty mountain.

so-called,

There is a bamboo house in the mountains, with three or two wisps of smoke.

Birds chirping, wine smelling...

The little Taoist nun got up early and made breakfast.

The breakfast was not sumptuous, with porridge, side dishes, and two glasses of light wine, but it was particularly tempting, and the wine bug in Wang Fugui's stomach was aroused.

"What kind of wine is this? So delicious."

"Daughter is red."

Wang Fugui was startled when he heard this, then laughed loudly, picked up the little Taoist nun and kissed her gently.

After finishing the meal, Wang Fugui walked out of the bamboo house and stretched.

"The rain finally stopped."

"I hope it rains for a few more days."

"Don't you like the rain?"

"But if it rains, you can stay a few more days."

Wang Fugui did not stay in the end, and the little Taoist nun did not ask him if he would come again.

To him, this was just a casual relationship. Although it wasn't like putting up your pants and not recognizing someone, he didn't take it too seriously.

But in her heart, that name has been deeply imprinted.

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The picture of Wang Fugui and the little Taoist nun hugging each other under the umbrella has been uploaded to the comment area of ​​the book circle. This is the picture I am most satisfied with. Wang Fugui is so handsome, and the little Taoist nun is innocent, cute and naive, with her little head raised.

Look at him, there is also one in the top-notch illustration building.

I would like to dedicate this article to my mentor and helpful friend, Wang Fugui, who has always taught and supported me.

Maybe now you will think he is a scumbag, but later on, you will understand. No spoilers, so stay tuned.


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