Yin Zhengyue jumped over the stream and came to his side.
She looked at his profile and said, "I'm very sorry for what you see now."
The beautiful contours of his face glowed faintly in the moonlight, and his eyelashes looked like butterfly wings spread out when viewed from the side.
Wu Huaizhen heard this and turned to look at her, "It doesn't matter."
After finishing speaking, a moment of silence passed between the two of them.
"you--"
"Huh?" Wu Huaizhen's bright eyes looked directly into Yin Zhengyue's eyes, her eyebrows raised slightly.
"Thank you for the Bijingcao thing." Yin Zhengyue nodded slightly, with a very awkward look on her face.
Saying thank you like this always made her feel uncomfortable all over, especially his eyes, which were like X-rays, able to see your inner world clearly.
"You're welcome."
He is really friendly and gentle, but this gentleness makes people feel that he cares about everything and yet doesn't care about anything at all.
I really don’t know what to talk about at this meeting.
Yin Zhengyue didn't move, Wu Huaizhen didn't say anything, he looked at her eyebrows, her facial features, and saw her eyebrows frowning together unconsciously.
"Eh? Why aren't you talking?" Not far away, in the tent, behind a crack, were three pairs of eyes.
Xiao Momo, Shen Xingzi, Xiao Maodou.
"It's about artistic conception, it's about feeling whether you understand or not, silent communication." Xiao Momo pretended to understand very well and said.
These three have woken up a long time ago and are now taking a peek.
“I see my aunt’s expression is so complicated!”
"My mother is so shy!"
"Are you shy?"
"Isn't my mother a girl? Didn't you see that Huaizhen's expression was so gentle?!" Xiao Momo smiled very wickedly.
Shen Xingzi rolled his eyes upwards and thought: "I think Huaizhen always has such a gentle expression when speaking to everyone!"
Xiao Momo choked up and really didn't know how to answer Shen Xingzi's words.
Huaizhen is gentle, gentle to everyone, and has a beautiful smile, but there is always something missing.
"What do you want to live for?"
After a moment, Wu Huaizhen looked away and asked such a sentence.
What are you living for?
Yin Zhengyue was startled. Although she didn't understand why he asked this, she still replied: "For what? Of course it is for myself and the relatives around me."
"Yeah." He responded lightly, but for some reason, Yin Zhengyue heard a sound of disappointment in his voice.
She returned the words to him, "What are you living for?"
Unexpectedly, Huaizhen raised his head and looked up at the sky on the fifth day, and his eyes became misty and distant.
"Living, I am looking for, no matter which me, past or present, but after I find it, what is waiting for me, I don't know, I still don't know." As he said, he shook his head.
There was actually a trace of confusion on his face.
His words and expression made Yin Zheng Yue feel that he was too mysterious.
Looking for, which one? Past and present? Waiting? I don’t know.
Living and why to live is a very simple question for most people. Just like Yin Zhengyue, in modern times, she lived for herself. Now, she still lives for herself, and even more so for Xiao Mo.
street.
Some people do it for status, prosperity, wealth, power, etc.
But this simple question confused Wu Huaizhen.
Yin Zhengyue couldn't help but think of the ancient tomb. Who could be his in that tomb?