Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 212
At the same time, Song Wanzhi opened his eyes.

A corner of the silver robe hangs down in front of the eyes, floating slightly in the morning breeze. The man's wrist sticks out from the wide sleeve robe, which is indescribably elegant and graceful.

The black hair reflects the silver robe.

The shadow of her looking up under the dark pupils.

Some trance.

As if she was young, the spring breeze was blowing on her face, the boy in white stood in front of her, and said like spring rain moistening things: "Our Ah Wan will definitely grow up to be the most powerful and beautiful girl in the world in the future, and will marry the best girl in the world. my lord."

At that time, she was still a little girl who wanted to step on Su Mengchenmeng. She raised her head and nodded naturally: "Ah Wan is naturally the most powerful girl in the world! Ah Wan wants to marry you! Marry this The most beautiful and powerful man in the world!"

……

Su Mengchen looked at her.

At this moment, in that moment of trance, her subconscious smile...

Wanzhi, who did you see through me?

……

However, quickly, the trance dream was punctured, and after so many years, no matter how many thoughts had been covered by the dust in the wind.

Su Mengchen squatted down, looked at her at the same level, and slightly caged her eyes: "Are you awake?"

The low end sound hooked, as if the water reflected the sun's rays.

Song Wanzhi smiled and nodded lightly: "Yes."

Last night, I just wanted to take a nap, but unexpectedly leaned against a tree and fell asleep, but unexpectedly, I didn't feel the slightest chill.

Su Mengchen sat on the ground beside her.

The two did not look at each other, but cast their gazes into the distance.

The two of them originally lived in a high place, but at this moment, the early sun came out, and the purple mist was transpiring, reflecting thousands of brilliance.

All kinds of birds flew from the forest, some scattered, some lined up, flapping their wings and flying out of the sky.

A smile slowly formed on the corner of Song Wanzhi's mouth, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Su Mengchen's voice came.

Song Wanzhi's voice carried a soft smile: "Life."

"Listen, that's fluid."

She is a little happy.

"When I first entered Gewujing, I was very excited. It was an experience I had never heard of before. Many people who entered Gewujing were happy that their self-power had been raised to another level, and they often ignored the moment of epiphany. , In fact, that is the most shocking. Because, you will feel that you suddenly entered a more beautiful world, with the same flowers and grass, the same moon and sun, but you just You can feel it. The lines of the leaves stretch out one by one, rolling in the dew, as if they still carry the fragrance of the petals, you will feel their joy, happiness, and sadness. For example, now, listen, those flowers are Opening, stretching their bodies happily, they spread out their buds little by little, some are very elegant, some are very eager, ah, and there is another one, accidentally squeezed a piece of its petals off..."

The girl's voice carried a trace of joy, a trace of softness, and a trace of gentleness...

Su Mengchen turned her head the moment she closed her eyes, and then looked at the girl who closed her eyes and listened with a smile.

This is a sharing of joy and peace. Life is originally shared, and every bit is worthy of being described and cherished with the greatest enthusiasm.

This girl, you buried your sorrows, but you are willing to share the joy with this world. Do you know that all the sorrows can only be chewed by yourself, and only happiness can make each other a pair?

The wind brought a little mist of moisture, her hair fluttered, and the hair tied at the end was loosened, gently sweeping the bark behind her.

Then, he stretched out his hand and gently held her hair that was stained with tree slag.

Song Wanzhi stopped talking abruptly, then opened her eyes, looking at his hand holding her own hair in surprise.

"Stained something."

Then, he held the lock of hair, his eyes focused and gentle.

Flick the sleeves, gently, slowly, lightly, wipe away.

There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to discern it.

(End of this chapter)