Perhaps seeing the complicated expression on Pan Zhuqing's face, Fu Yun cautiously asked softly: "Brother Pan...is there something on your mind?"
Pan Zhuqing was temporarily liberated from the ups and downs in her heart. "No, I'm just a little tired."
Fu Yun saw that there was indeed a strong look of tiredness in his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart: "Brother Pan, it's better to go back and rest early. I can go back by myself."
"If Brother Pan likes it, I will make some sachets according to the recipe when I go back and give them to you." She lowered her head and only dared to look at the small carpet in front of her and his soapy white-soled official boots. She did not
I don't know that my face is flushed at this moment, but I actually look particularly good-looking.
"Thank you." Pan Zhuqing, who had missed the red glow, leaned on the soft cushions and stretched his shoulders lazily. Taking advantage of the bumps of the carriage and the calming aroma emanating from the opposite side, he closed his eyes unknowingly.
A few girls once talked about a topic while chatting and joking - if by chance, they were locked up with their sweethearts, what would each of them do?
Du Ruotong said that she might have to prevent her sweetheart from teasing and plotting at any time...
Aunt Six said she would complete a human portrait...
Gong Yueyue’s answer is very pornographic and violent, so I might as well not mention it...
Only Fu Yun's answer was that she didn't know it herself.
Fortunately, no one made things difficult for her at that time. Everyone knew who her sweetheart was. Being locked up alone with Pan Zhuqing...what would she do and what could she do? It seemed that she really couldn't make the decision...
At this moment, although it is slightly different from the setting of the topic, it can be regarded as similar. In this small and confined space, my sweetheart is sitting opposite, and their knees are almost so close that they almost touch each other.
Pan Zhuqing would not play tricks on her or plot against her, let alone let her paint a human portrait of him. As for the obscene and violent actions that Gong Mei said, Fu Yun did not even have the courage to imagine them.
She could only stare at him blankly, enjoying this rare time. Occasionally, memories of the two of them flashed through her mind...
The day she first entered Pan's house, Fu Yun was only five years old. At that time, she lived a carefree life and had a lively and cheerful temperament. Everything she saw was new, especially her father's bottles and jars, which she couldn't put down. She couldn't help but grab them with her little hands.
Be willing to let go. Breaking things and causing trouble is inevitable.
Her father felt sorry for the prepared potions and was so angry that he wanted to take her back and teach her a lesson. He and his daughter ran all over the huge backyard of Pan's house.
"Don't run! Come back! This stinky girl is getting more and more outrageous!"
Seeing her father's scolding getting closer and closer, she really didn't have the strength to run any further, so she opened a door on the side of the path and slipped in without hesitation.
It was winter at that time, and the room was warmed by the stove as comfortable as spring, and the air was filled with the elegant fragrance of ink. She looked around, and there was a young man sitting behind the huge desk, crouching at the desk and writing, handsome and quiet, just like Gang Ru
It's like stepping out of a painting.
Before she could appreciate it more, there were loud footsteps outside the door. Seeing that the young man didn't raise his eyes to look at her from beginning to end, she simply changed her mind, got behind the desk, and hid herself behind him.
As expected, dad arrived in an instant. But he did not walk in. He just stood at the door and asked the young man politely: "Zhu Qing...is he writing?"
The young man stood up, raised his head and saluted the elder gracefully: "Is there anything wrong, Uncle Fu?"
"Did anyone come in just now?"
Fu Yun covered her mouth and heart, waiting for the boy's answer. It wasn't that she really thought her father was terrible, but for some reason, she didn't want to be betrayed, or by this "painting fairy".
"Zhu Qing didn't see it." He replied calmly, making Fu Yun behind him let out a long sigh of relief.
"Then, don't bother me."
Hearing the sound of his father's footsteps getting further away, Fu Yuncai crawled out from behind the chair. Just as he was about to lower his head and dust off his knees, he found that the room was covered with thick carpets everywhere, and everywhere he looked, they were thicker than hers. The face also needs to be clean.
She smiled endearingly and thanked the calm-faced young man: "Thank you, big brother, for lying to Daddy for me, otherwise Yun'er would have been punished today."
The other party did not accept her thanks, but sat back, lowered his head and looked at his handwriting, and replied coldly: "I didn't lie. When I was concentrating on writing, I really didn't see anything, including you."
She raised her eyebrows boredly and curled her lips. Suddenly she realized that the words he just wrote in his hand were as good as the person he was. "Big brother's handwriting is so beautiful!"
She sincerely admired. Growing up, she had seen her father and many uncles with ink in their bellies write, and no one had ever been more eye-catching than this boy's handwriting. "Whoever speaks with care will be rewarded with three springs... Big brother, this is What word?" She muttered silently, but was embarrassed to find that her skills were limited and she made a fool of herself.
"Get out." He still said two words coldly.
But she was even more puzzled by Monk Zhang Er: "I'm going to leave in spring? What does this mean..."
He did not speak again, nor did he issue any more orders to expel guests. Instead, he placed his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wiped his hands with silk, then walked to the clothes rack, picked up a fox fur cloak, and tied his slender but not yet open hair. The young man's body was wrapped in fur, leaving behind a silhouette as he walked out of the warm house alone and stepped into the cold winter...
Much later, Fu Yun learned that that day was the death anniversary of Pan Zhuqing's mother. Much later, she realized how fragile he actually was on that day under his cold and hard exterior.
Just like Gong Yueyue recalled the first time she met Jiang Haoran. No matter how embarrassed she was at that time, no matter how different Fu Yun is now from then, every time she thinks of the scene in the warm bookstore that day, it still makes her feel sad. She was so excited that she burst into laughter. Sometimes she couldn't laugh or cry, but she laughed at herself in her heart: "Who dares to say that he has nothing to say, but he will go out in spring... Fu Yun, Fu Yun, you are really the most stupid person in the world."
Now the man in front of me has lost all his greenness, and his body and mind are stretched out like branches. It seems that no one and nothing can hurt him in the slightest. The man who expresses his feelings for his mother through calligraphy in the hut The melancholy boy is now a warrior armed to the core.
Thinking of this, she felt a little wet in her heart. Is he really as strong as he showed?
His figure was struck by the setting sun on the wall of the carriage next to her. As if a spell had been cast on her, she leaned over silently... "I don't dare to hope for anything, I just want to lean on your shoulder. Even if it's just Your shadow..." She thought sweetly and sadly, and finally closed her eyes with satisfaction.
She would not have thought that she had missed the rare look of surprise on his face when he opened his eyes.
"Am I so good?" A few minutes later, she was awakened from her sweet dream by his somewhat cold words. When she opened her eyes, she saw his face, which she was looking straight at.
"I am not a good person. I am a bad guy, and everyone in the world knows it since I was a child. I killed one woman after another who was good to me. All the so-called righteous actions I did had another purpose. So Yun Son, don’t waste your feelings on me, you can’t afford to lose.”
What he said was cruel but sincere. He spread his scars to reject others, but in fact his pain was more severe than Fu Yun's. However, perhaps only he understood all this.
The carriage soon stopped at the door of the Zhao Mansion. Pan Zhuqing got out of the carriage first and helped Fu Yun down in a very gentlemanly manner. Just as he was about to set off on his way home, he heard Fu Yun calling him softly from behind: "Brother Pan..."
He turned around silently and was caught off guard by a heartfelt hug.
Maybe it was because of surprise or shock. Maybe it was the trembling of the person in his arms that made him a little unbearable... In short, he didn't push her away, but let her arms tighten around him. It was so tight that he couldn't even see through it. He was so angry that he found that his heartbeat was about to fail.
Once the gate of courage is opened, it will be out of control. Just like Fu Yun at this moment, her mind went blank, she only thought that she must not let him break away. So she used all her strength to turn this gentle man The warm and comfortable behavior turned into "violent confinement".
Her face almost sunk into his chest. His heartbeat was so close that every throb of his heart made her feel inexplicably distressed. "You...are right. You are...terrible." A bad guy. But he is the only one in this world that I want to hug." When she heard her own voice, she found that she was speechless and was barely breathing, but what did it matter?
She refused to let go, and he froze in her arms as if frozen. Gong Yueyue's carriage with four people had been waiting at the alley for a long time, and neither of them noticed.
"Miss Fu is so...brave..." Tian Hai's jaw almost dropped. Is this still the Fu Yun he knew? The possibility of saying more than three sentences to her on weekdays is extremely low. No wonder the young mistress Sometimes I say - "This is a world where faces are judged!"
Gong Yueyue and Xiaomei said in unison: "Shh, shut up, don't disturb them."
Happy time always flies by. Fu Yun held Pan Zhuqing in his arms from sunset to nightfall. The four people in the carriage also watched with great joy.
People were coming in and out of the Zhao Mansion one after another, but when they looked at these two people from a distance, especially when they saw clearly the true face of the male protagonist, they consciously made a big circle to avoid them. Pan Zhuqing's carriage driver had already climbed into the carriage to take shelter from the limelight. Okay. Everyone has curiosity and the desire to gossip, but it also depends on who the target of the gossip is.
"Kiss him...kiss him...kiss him...kiss him..." Gong Yueyue and the four people cheered in low voices in the carriage, wishing they could rush up and put their heads together. .
But the results are always disappointing. Zhao Xiong's carriage roared in, and Fu Yun ran into the Zhao mansion gate like a deer, stopping this unexpected incident that should have ended in a better way. (To be continued)