Love in Xuancheng

When GE Shu heard the speech, he loosened Shen Xingyue. "Brother, how are you?"

Shen Xingyue's tearful eyes whirled, and her voice choked in her throat. She couldn't send it out, so she couldn't help nodding. She thought she was Shen Xingyue, but from the moment she saw Ge Shu, she knew that she was still Mu Xiyu.

Ge Shu lovingly hooked her small nose, squatted down, patted her shoulder and motioned her to come up.

Yuejin Yuebai, who followed behind, looked silly and even doubted whether the man in front of him was the childe and master who had been with them for more than a thousand years.

They think that their childe can't laugh, and their master can only be indifferent and alienated. Who could have thought that their childe and master are big living people with flesh and blood, love and temperature. He can laugh. His smile is so bright as Yang, and his eyes can be so gentle as water

And the beautiful little girl who called him "big brother", was he too tired to stop for half a minute to catch up with the people he wanted to see?

It turns out that people as cold as him also have people who are concerned and have such a fresh side. It's hard to see!

Yuejin Yuebai couldn't help sighing.

After entering the cangyu Pavilion, Yuejin Yuebai is busy tidying up. Ge Shu talks about the past with his long separated and reunited sister. Feng moye sits quietly as a decoration without saying a word.

In the evening, Shen Xingyue went to sleep.

She was really tired. She couldn't eat and sleep when Feng moye was away. Today, she met her brother again, crying and laughing for most of the day.

As soon as it was dark, sleepiness came in bursts, and the eyelids were too heavy to lift up. Feng moye saw it and sat quietly to hold her. At first, he had to push her away. He tried to listen to songs and tell interesting stories with open eyes, but in a short time, he leaned over and fell asleep with a pillow on his head.

Song Shu smiled and stopped.

He had seen her pushing, but he was reluctant to spoil her interest. He didn't want to say "speak again tomorrow".

People who have experienced life and death know best how luxurious and rare "tomorrow" is and how precious "today" is. Therefore, he knows that she is sleepy, but he turns a blind eye to it.

Feng moye gently put her down and picked her up into the house. When he came out, Geshu had already been waiting by the hot spring. He was wearing a black narrow sleeved brocade robe, with only an ink jade belt around his waist and no other accessories. He looked calm and capable, and his slender body was more slender and upright.

Feng moye walked into the hot spring Pavilion. Ge Shu sat steadily without moving. He didn't look up or ask him to sit down. He just took the wine cup and added wine. He asked faintly, "have a drink?"

"The king drinks tea."

The wine tastes strong and will smoke until the moon. Moreover, what kind of wine do you drink with me? If you want to drink, you can drink it with my moon!

Ge Shu's hand slightly stagnated and recovered his composure for a moment. He put down the wine pot and stroked it gently with his left hand over the table. The wine pot and glass had been put away, and a set of antique tea sea was put on the stone table.

With a light twist of his fingers, an orange flame jumped like a fire dragon into the small sapphire furnace at the corner of the stone table on the right. The fire dragon galloped and circled in the furnace. After a while, he saw white gas gushing out of the spout.

Feng moye quietly looked at the hot spring outside the pavilion, as if he was the only one in the pavilion.

As soon as the steaming water was injected into the cup, the tea fragrance overflowed.