Grandma said that Feng Yan is very good to her, it is very good and good. In this world, the wind is left without being separated from her. So she is not only sad for Fujiwara.
Sadly.
Feng Yan reached out and touched the top of her hair, his eyes were deep, and then he got up and walked to the door and pushed the door fan gently.
When I walked to the outside, Muzi sat down under the corridor respectfully, saw him, and a gift.
On the blue sky, the sunlight in winter looks particularly cold and there is no temperature. The small landscapes made of gardens, bushes, lawns, and white stones under the corridor eaves are shrouded in a layer of golden gold.
Feng Yan stood under the eaves of the gallery, raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. After a while, his eyes slowly fell on the cluster of the cherry tree on the spine of the green tile roof.
He can imagine that Fujiwara can not wait for the cherry blossoms.
"Muzi ..."
"Adults, please!" Muzi bent slightly.
"Pass ..." Feng Yan just said three words, and felt that his throat was choked, and the following words turned out to be unable to say a word.
Muzi didn't look up, and she knew what the wind wanted to order.
"Tell Duohe, you can prepare ..." His voice was low and dull, and after speaking, he felt that he didn't make it clear, "Also ..."
Muzi looked up at him quietly.
"Forget it ... go!" Feng Yan waved and stopped talking.
"Adult, I go." Muzi blushed and bowed out.
The corridor was quiet, but after a while, the lighter's crisp sound echoed in the air. The wind didn't know when the cigarettes were habitually touched and the lighter.
At the same time, he lit the cigarette and took a gently.
Suddenly, after a stingy footsteps, Xia Yu Orange came over. She reached out and hugged his waist from behind and put her face on his body.
"There is a smell of smoke!" He reminded gentle, "I'm just in my heart ..."
"Okay, you can smoke! But one is good." Xia Yuman knew that he was irritable in his heart, but as soon as she said, she saw the wind hanging down, "Good, go with a toxy cylinder."
Rarely this man could command her to do things. She nodded, turned around and went into the house to get a tobolic ashtray and held it in her hand, and then watched him with a cigarette.
"Is it really difficult to change the habit?"
"It's not difficult, I don't want to." Feng Yan took the ashtray from her hands and bent over on the floor. "Grandma came to Fengjia when he was young, 16 years old, grandma 16 years old
It's here. "
"Grandma must be a big beauty when she was young?" Xia Yu Orange held Feng Xun's hand and asked softly.
"Of course."
"Hmm! You can see," Xia Yu Orange raised his hand and stroked his handsome and slightly thin cheeks, watching the wiping hidden in his eyes, and laughed distressedly, "I really want to share it for you ... Really ...
You have always been so omnipotent. Seeing you like this, I am not used to it. However, this is good, I can feel your needs for me, and it needs a very sweet, real, very satisfying
Feeling. I think it's not useless. "
Feng Yan held her small hand on her cheek, and kissed her face on the side: "I need you, orange orange, no matter what I need at any time."