Nan Yi clearly remembered that he had taken a nap while leaning on the railing beside the couch last night. When he woke up again, what he saw was a lavender robe, which was a man's shoulders and chest. She was startled to find that she had fallen asleep leaning on Zhang Yue's shoulder. She suddenly wanted to sit up, but someone was holding her neck down.
"Get up slowly." Zhang Yuehui's voice came from above.
Last night, Nan Yi refused to rest in Zhang Yue's room, saying she would go back as soon as the curfew was lifted. The two of them sat there all night, going through everything about the shipbuilding department. By the end of the conversation, they were really sleepy. Even Zhang Yuehui's voice was a little angry. I forgot where the topic was interrupted, and gradually the two of them became silent.
Her neck was indeed a little stiff. Nan Yi followed Zhang Yue's strength and slowly sat up, facing his face, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.
There was an indescribable familiarity in his movements.
Suddenly, she remembered the many nights in the past when the breeze was blowing. The two of them sat under the big tree in the yard and chatted in the cool. They chatted until they fell asleep. She was half awake and half drowsy, and deliberately fell asleep on his shoulder.
Last night, it was Zhang Yuehui who sat next to her on purpose and moved the small case in the middle.
He was a person who was very exaggerated, making people look like they were seeing flowers in the fog. She always felt that he was playing with the world and not sincere in the slightest. But there were a few moments when she sensed that there was still a quiet warmth in his heart.
Nan Yi stood up and said, "It's dawn, I want to go back to the snow dock."
"There's no point in being anxious, Xie Queshan won't go back so early." Zhang Yuehui yawned lazily.
Nan Yi was deceived by Shouxie and said quibly: "I'm afraid that Mrs. Gantang will be anxious to find me after I haven't gone back all night."
Zhang Yuehui took her hand and flipped the bracelet on her hand carelessly.
His knuckles were cold, and the fingertips of his hands, which had never suffered, were calloused, and were as smooth and cold as jade when touching his skin. She suddenly thought of Xie Queshan. His hands were slightly rough and always hot.
They were two such different people, but when she thought of him, she felt like she was going home.
She subconsciously withdrew her hand.
Zhang Yuehui's eyes darkened, and he said half seriously and half jokingly: "Don't take off the bracelet, otherwise I can betray Xie Queshan no matter how hard I save him."
Nan Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "How much gold is wrapped in this bracelet?"
Zhang Yue was stunned. He told her about friendship, and she asked him about the price. His words were really blocked.
He laughed dumbly: "Let's go."
……
Nan Yi quietly returned to Xuewu, and first reported to Mrs. Gantang that she was safe. She couldn't say much about what Xie Queshan had done in this, but she only said that Song Muchuan was safe.
The whole family had three meals in a lively manner as usual. The news of Usha's death could not be concealed at all. Everyone gathered together and talked about the situation outside, and everyone clapped and cheered.
Nan Yi was a little happy. She had completed an amazing task, but no one could share her joy. She could only wait for Xie Queshan to come back and ask for credit. However, everyone was accustomed to Xie Queshan's absence, and no one commented or cared about it.
Only Nan Yi waited anxiously from day to night.
——Tiger Kneeling Mountain comes and goes, one day is more than enough. He has been detained in Wanyan Jun's mansion for so long, why hasn't he come back yet? Did something unexpected happen again?
Nan Yi sat on the low wall and waited. From here, he could see the door of the mansion at a glance, and everyone who came in and out could be seen. The weather was very humid, as if it was going to rain, but there was no movement on the horizon. Thick, dull water vapor lay dormant in the air, making people breathless.
At first, the slightest movement made her look up immediately. Later, she deliberately did not look up and only listened carefully to the footsteps and the concierge's voice. If the footsteps were not similar and the concierge didn't say hello, it was definitely not him. .
Time flies on the sundial, and such a long and helpless wait amplifies Nan Yi's sensory perception. She found that the days were getting longer silently, and the dormant vitality burst out of the ground and competed to bloom in the green bushes. Looking up, I saw geese forming characters in the distance, passing over the horizon.
The sky finally darkened, and there was a row of lanterns under the eaves in the distance. When you squinted your eyes a little, the light dispersed, blurring into a sea in your sight.
Everything is good, everything is bad.
The night is getting darker and darker, and fewer and fewer people are walking around the house, and they are no longer conspicuous outside. Nan Yi climbed down from the top of the short wall and went to Xie Queshan's room to wait.
The spring shirt covered his body, and he broke out in a thin sweat after a while. Nan Yi waited impatiently, almost irritated. Countless possibilities ran through her mind, but her heart was still hanging there, unable to settle down. This day seems to have no end in sight.
Is he still alive? Can they meet again tomorrow?
Nan Yi stared at the empty screen in the room, thinking wildly in his mind, and then quickly lost his mind. He felt that the screen was really dull and boring. The midnight watch had just sounded, and the surroundings became increasingly quiet.
She suddenly became very angry and disliked everything. She studied the ink, found the largest brush, and started scribbling on the plain white screen.
She didn't know where she got such courage. Xie Queshan was actually a very particular person, and he had to clean his hands before writing.
But there was an uncontrollable resentment in her stomach. Not only did she not wash her hands, she also wanted to destroy it completely.
Who knows if there will be a tomorrow after today? Who is this neat and elegant behavior for?
If Xie Queshan comes back, this little thing won't matter. In the worst case, he will scold her. She is his great benefactor. If Xie Queshan doesn't come back, it won't matter.
Even if she blew the roof off, he wouldn't come to settle the score with her.
Thinking of this, tears unexpectedly fell down.
Wronged. What a grievance.
I drew a big tortoise.
Still not relieved.
You have to write Xie Queshan’s name.
Use the same word as a dog crawling.
The spring thunder rumbled outside, and finally it began to rain freely, a steady patter, mixed with the smell of earth, that seemed to drift into the nose.
Nan Yi looked back inadvertently and was stunned - when did he come back?
He hugged his chest and leaned against the door frame, looking at her with a half-smile, and he didn't know how long he looked at her.
The tightness in her chest dissipated, as if a gate had been opened, and the tears fell more and more fiercely. She just burst into tears. Unable to relieve her anger, she smashed the brush in her hand.
The ink made him miserable.
She cried until she was out of breath, and her tone was still fierce: "You are a human or a ghost!"
"What do you think?"
He walked over and stared at the masterpiece on the screen with slightly narrowed eyes, revealing a dangerous light.
A certain kind of oppression from the great devil still goes deep into his bones.
Especially when you get caught doing bad things.
Nan Yi felt guilty all of a sudden, all the calmness and confidence were gone, and he forgot to wipe away his tears. He quickly picked up the inkstone and poured the ink on the screen, covering up the tortoise and the daimyo.
"I just want to add a landscape painting to your room."
"I have never seen such ugly landscapes."
"...You, I hope you come back safely, then I'll leave first." Nan Yi rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and tried to get away.
His wrist was suddenly clasped, and he was pulled into a hot embrace.
His clothes were still wet, and he rushed back through the rainy night.
Wanyan Jun was thinking hard. It was already night when he had found out everything. There was already a curfew outside. Logically speaking, Xie Queshan should come back tomorrow morning, but he couldn't wait for a moment and ordered people to open several gates and walk straight ahead. Went home.
He wasn't sure if she would be at home...or if Zhang Yuehui had already taken her away.
Seeing her safe and sound here, even though the room was in a mess, as if it had been ransacked, he felt that there was nothing better than this.
He watched the dripping ink stain the screen, winding down along the lines of the gauze on the screen, like a flowing, melting mountain under the moonlight.
The road in front of the mountain is high and dangerous, and the water is fast and dangerous. If you lower your head, you can only cross the mountain in a light boat.
Even though the crisis was over, he still felt heavy in his heart. He didn't know where he would be tomorrow, he didn't know how far he could go, let alone how long the tenderness at this moment would last.
The vagueness he looked at, but the reality of holding her hand firmly at this moment, was contradictory and subtle.
He looked down at Nan Yi who was close at hand. After all, the joy of reunion had taken over. Seeing her crying so much that the rouge and gouache on her face had stained her face, he actually had the idea of teasing her: "My screen is precious, you How should I compensate you?"
Nan Yi was anxious and defended himself: "You are so heartless, but I saved your life - ah!"
When Nan Yi lowered his head, he found that he had stepped on the writing brush, and his socks were soaked with ink, reaching the soles of his feet. She hurriedly wanted to jump a few steps away, but she was hugged up from the waist.
"Don't run around, you will step on me all over the house." He felt disgusted and helpless.
Xie Queshan put her on the couch, held her ankles, took off her socks, took a handkerchief from the side, and wiped the ink marks on her soles.
Her feet were very cold, and when he touched them with his hot hands, she started to tremble slightly. Whether it was nervousness or a slight itch, Nan Yi curled her toes unconsciously.
His Adam's apple rolled, he felt hot for no reason, and he wanted to say something serious to divert his attention.
"you and……"
He wanted to ask her what happened after she went back to Zhang Yue, but before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly noticed her wrist, which was covered with a gold-wrapped bracelet.
It’s this haunting bracelet again.
All the rest of the words were swallowed back instantly, everything stopped, and I couldn't ask any more questions. The jealousy and possessiveness swelled rapidly under the calm skin, but it was difficult to break out, so he could only sulk, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at her body at this moment.
Her legs were resting on his legs, and she could only use her hands to support her upper body. Her chest was slightly raised, and a full hill rose and fell looming with her breathing. Her pear-white spring shirt was covered by the snow-like moonlight. It was caged, making her skin look like snow, hazy, like a crystal river flowing through the ravine and flowing to his side.
His breathing suddenly became rapid, and countless bizarre thoughts flashed through his mind. He couldn't find a clue, and he was angry at Zhang Yue and himself.
She didn't realize that he had so many thoughts in his mind at the moment, so he started talking to himself, trying to break the suddenly awkward atmosphere: "If you don't come back, I will think you are going to die... You are such a terrible person It's unbelievable that a man died before me. Am I still here to collect your body?"
Xie Queshan listened absentmindedly, and all his attention fell on her petite feet. His entire palm just wrapped around her slender ankle, holding it in his hand like a piece of white lotus root. Fragile, soft, as if it would break if pinched, but also as if it could withstand all his uncontrollable strength flexibly.
"Fortunately you're back... Otherwise, I would have told the second sister and Xiaoliu your secret -" She noticed his absence and was a little angry. He didn't listen to her seriously, and his feet moved very naturally. He stretched forward and kicked him, "Hey, Xie Queshan, are you listening to me..."
Her voice suddenly choked - she seemed to have kicked something terrible. You can feel its hardness and heat through your clothes.
With a bang, lightning and thunder exploded in his body. He raised his head suddenly, forgetting to hide his gaze, and just looked at her nakedly, with desire overflowing from his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and endured it, she just wanted to provoke him like this.
He didn't know why he was convulsed, but he brushed the soles of her feet like a revenge. She screamed in surprise and was so itchy that she wanted to retract her legs. He had already expected it, so he tightened the strength in his hands and held her first. The calf is pulled forward.
Repeatedly, she was suppressed under him.
The hot bodies were pressed against each other, their hearts were beating against each other, and they earned another day and night from the hands of the King of Hell.
