Therefore, he also longed to see the outside world, and his heart, which was like a pool of stagnant water, finally had some desire. Perhaps because of Zhang Luoyue's arrival, his worldview also had some subtle changes.
Zhang Luoyue was shocked and pulled the quilt to avoid being embarrassed by him, "Well... you mean you want to... go back with me?"
"Indeed."
"But... I don't know how to go back..." Zhang Luoyue frowned. If she could, she wouldn't stay here.
Qian Zun was startled for a moment, then raised his head and drank a large cup of tea. The clear and astringent taste lingered on his taste buds.[
In front of the pavilion window, the curtains are misty.
Qian Zun did not doubt Zhang Luoyue's words.
If she could go back, she wouldn't be able to stay today. He could also see her impatience.
"Do you have a way to go back... to my place?" Zhang Luoyue held back the pain and smiled faintly at Qianzun. There was a faint scent of incense in the pavilion, and the sound of bells came from a distance, lingering around.
Qian Zun shook his head and looked out the window in confusion.
A peach blossom bloomed with brilliant pink color. He remembered that many years ago, Xiao Wen always led him to stand under the peach blossom tree, looked at the peach blossoms on the tree, combed his hair and told him stories.
At that time, Qianzun's mother-in-law was not dead yet, and everything was peaceful.
Unfortunately, those days are gone.
"Forget it, it seems... it's impossible to go back. I want to take a nap, you can do it yourself!" Zhang Luoyue sighed lowly and pulled the quilt over. The pain in her abdomen did not slow down. Cold sweat broke out, and her whole body looked like a serious illness.
Average among.
Qianzun glanced at her, stood up, and left silently.
A few days passed, and after Zhang Luoyue recovered, Xiao Tao and Yan'er left, and the original maid stayed.
But this maid was also very airy and indifferent, and Zhang Luoyue didn't bother to talk to her.
But after the last time, I learned that this little man Qian Zun actually carried her back from that pavilion. She felt somewhat secure about that little man. In the past, she was afraid of being slapped down by him whenever she got close to him and took away her hand.
life.
Now it seems that I still care about her a little, no no, that should be said, she still has value.
On this day, Zhang Luoyue was bored and had no choice but to go to Qianzun's place again. Qianzun was still sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, with a pot of wine in his hand and a dish on the table, looking exactly like an alcoholic.