But those clear eyes are like two pools of spring water, emitting a cool breath when the wind blows.
"Fengchi, your name, the breeze caressing the green pond." Lie Yan said.
The woman moved her lips slightly, silently reciting these two words, and then revealed a pure and innocent smile, "Fengchi, I will be called this name from now on, thank you." Although her fair face was a little pale, it was very bright.
Thank you? Lieyan chewed these two words in his heart, and someone actually said thank you to him. How long had it been since he heard these two words again, or had he never heard them before? He had never said them.
"How old are you this year?" Lie Yan found that he liked to look at Feng Chi's bright eyes and the smile on her lips.[
Feng Chi stretched out his fingers to count, and answered with some uncertainty, "It seems to be seventeen, and it seems to be eighteen. I don't remember."
"I don't remember." Lie Yan sighed softly, so low that people standing far away could not hear it clearly, but Feng Chi heard it. She looked at him in confusion. Why did he sigh? Is it because she didn't remember?
?
Sometimes being able to forget is a good thing, but not remembering is not necessarily sad.
"I tried very hard, but I still can't remember, I'm sorry." Feng Chi looked apologetic.
"It doesn't matter, just pretend that you are eighteen this year. Are you willing to follow me in the future?" Lie Yan's voice is no longer so cold, but he always speaks like this, even if he lowers his voice, it still makes people feel scared.
Hearing his words, Feng Chi nodded, "I have nowhere to go. If you are willing to let me follow you, I will follow you. You gave me my name. I like it very much." Feng Chi didn't speak quickly. She didn't talk much at ordinary times.
So he couldn't speak fast, but it was this unhurriedness that made Lie Yan like to listen.
Fengchi's voice is not flattering, not sharp, not soft, just like a glass of plain water with a few pieces of sugar sprinkled into it. When you take a sip, it doesn't feel tasteless, but it doesn't feel very sweet either. It's only when you recollect it that you feel it dripping in your throat.
With a hint of sweetness.
From then on, Fengchi followed Lieyan. Wherever Lieyan went, Fengchi went. He always let her sit on the horse, holding her waist with one hand and holding the reins with the other.
"What do you like?" Lieyan asked Fengchi one day. Compared to before, his complexion had softened a lot, but he was still as cold as ice in the eyes of others.
"Dancing." Fengchi answered truthfully.
"Well, then I'll find someone to teach you how to dance."
Feng Chi looked at him happily, with a pair of eyes full of smiles. Looking at her bright eyes, Lie Yan stretched out his hand to gently touch her eyebrows. The gentle movements made Feng Chi feel a little startled. She could feel his fingertips.
There was a thin cocoon, but not rough. She, she suddenly had the courage to rush into his arms and hug him. At that moment, Lie Yan's whole body froze and did not move for a long time. The stiff body never softened.
.
But Fengchi ignored him. She hugged him and said in his ear again: "Thank you."
Lieyan snorted lightly and said nothing more. He didn't move or hug her back. He felt very strange about Fengchi. At first, it was because of those stubborn eyes and those words of grievance and unwillingness. She said, "I just
"I want a steamed bun", yes, such a simple request. He once had such a simple request, but no one satisfied him. He admitted that Fengchi touched him and asked him to bring her back.
From then on, Fengchi was taught to dance every day. Fengchi loved to put on red dance clothes and dance in front of the flames.