The recovery of memory will be followed by the recovery of some habits, which she will inevitably follow subconsciously.
Que Wu reached out and gently pinched her chin to lift her head, "Little Moon, why don't you dare to look at me?"
Wen Jiaojiao grabbed his hand and said, "Your eyes are too bright."
Que Wu smiled, held her hand and walked among the lively crowd. When he saw someone selling masks, he led her over.
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at the masks and found that there was a leopard mask. He took the mask and covered Que Wu's face, "Look, little leopard."
Que Wu also smiled and took a rabbit mask and put it on her, "Look, little rabbit."
Wen Jiaojiao watched Que Wu dig through his body and took out a few coins to give to the masked boss. She thought he was going to take silver jewelry from his body again.
Seeing Wen's bright eyes, Que Wu shook the money bag in his hand and said, "Now I know I need to bring money."
Que Wu bought her a warm pancake filled with various meat fillings. She had been eating very lightly these past few days, and her mouth was very bland.
Looking at the pancake filled with meat, Wen Jiaojiao swallowed and said, "Can it be eaten?"
Her mother-in-law seriously told the maids around her not to buy her messy food from outside. Her current recipes are all arranged.
Que Wu stuffed the sauced meat pancake into Wen Jiaojiao's hand and said, "I asked old man Xu if you can eat it."
Wen Jiaojiao was holding a pancake and sitting on the edge of the river, munching. The river water was shimmering under the lights. Que Wu was leaning next to her. The heat on his body was like a small stove. Even in the cold early spring, he didn't feel cold anymore.
After eating half of the pancake, she couldn't hold it anymore, and she was afraid that the rest would go to Que Wu's stomach.
Wen Jiaojiao was so full that he didn't want to move around, so he sat on the steps and looked at the calm river.
Que Wu was afraid that she would be cold, so he stretched out his arms to hug her. Wen Jiaojiao saw faint scars on his hands, which must have been injuries from a fight.
Wen Jiaojiao took his hand and stroked his scar.
Que Wu smiled and said: "It was an injury a long time ago, just a minor injury."
Looking at Que Wu's smile, Wen Jiaojiao felt a little sour in his heart.
In her first life, on her fourteenth birthday, Que Wu secretly followed a caravan to Beiyuan to see her without telling his elder brother. On the way there, Que Wu was discovered by a hostile country and was injured.
At that time, she shed tears when she saw his injury, but he just smiled and said it was just a minor injury.
In those days, he always secretly climbed over her courtyard wall and took her out to play.
They walked on the streets of the capital, watching the crowds of people and the lights filling the air. They secretly hid in the crowds and printed the throbbing in their hearts on each other's masks.
Que Wu looked at Wen Jiaojiao's shimmering eyes. Her face looked hazy and dreamy under the light, as if she had stepped out of his dream.
Before he met Little Moon, he had had many dreams, in which the girl in the dream couldn't see her face or hear her voice clearly.
She always stood alone under the eaves, in the heavy snow, holding the whip in his hand and following behind him.
He thought that she must be a very cute girl.
After meeting Little Moon, the face of the person in the dream became clear. The girl who was always following him was his Little Moon.
He thought that maybe it was destined that he would meet Little Moon and fall in love with her without any hesitation.
This feeling was very strange to him, as if they had met each other a long time ago, perhaps it was what the Central Plains people said about falling in love at first sight.
For Wen Jiaojiao, Que Wu felt like old friends at first sight, but it was a reunion after a long absence.
Only she remembers everything, remembers the first words Que Wu said to her, remembers every letter he wrote to her, remembers the first time he extended his hand to her, remembers the first time he touched her cheek.
A kiss.
Even though she didn't remember Que Wu before, she still fell in love with him again because her soul had already engraved his figure.
She doesn't want anyone, she just wants Que Wu.
This is the person who has been engraved in her heart since she was young, the person who secretly looked at the portraits over and over again in her sister's palace, and the person who would look up and secretly look at his back when she met him at the palace banquet.
Que Wu didn't know that she liked him more than he thought. Even if she couldn't express this love, it was hidden in her heart and printed in her eyes.
Que Wu looked at the gorgeous face in front of him, his heart palpitating. He reached out and touched her cheek, "Little Moon, I must have met you in my previous life."
He didn't believe in past or next lives, he would only cherish what was in front of him, but when he saw the little moon, he suddenly believed in past lives.
Hearing Que Wu's words, Wen Jiaojiao had a gentle smile on her face. She stretched out her hand to cover Que Wu's mask on his head, stood up and bent down to plant a kiss on his mask.
"Yes, we must have met in a previous life. It seems you don't remember."
Wen Jiaojiao's eyes shone with tears, "But it doesn't matter, I remember."
The little girl's tone was light, but it contained a strong and almost substantive feeling, the full love for him hidden in her heart.
Que Wu looked at Wen Jiaojiao's clear eyes reflecting his face, and was moved in his heart. When she was about to stand up, he reached out and grabbed the back of her head, brought her towards him, and covered her soft red lips.
Wen Jiaojiao was bent over, being restrained by Que Wu in her retreat. Her heartbeat was beating like a drum, and she felt as if she would faint next time.
It was just a simple kiss at first, but when Wen Jiaojiao was a little unsteady and put his hands on Que Wu's shoulders, the nature changed.
Que Wu held her breath in his mouth and drove straight in. She smelled of the spices produced in their Salo. It was a smell he was familiar with and a breath that made his heart flutter.
It wasn't until Wen Jiaojiao was out of breath and bit Que Wu's lips that Que Wu reluctantly let her go.
Wen Jiaojiao's face turned red like a cooked shrimp, and she sat on the steps with her head hanging down.
This Que Wu! Does he want to eat her?!
Her tongue is numb!
Looking at Wen Jiaojiao's face, even though he was covered by the mask, he was still so embarrassed that his neck turned red. Que Wu smiled and said, "Little Moon is so proactive, I thought you wouldn't be shy anymore."
Seeing Wen Jiaojiao putting his hands on his face to cool down, Que Wu's heart softened. The girl in front of him was so cute. He might have been lucky enough to meet such a cute little moon in his previous life.
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When they went back, the two of them walked a little too far. After walking for a while, Wen Jiaojiao felt a little tired and didn't want to leave. She stopped and gently pulled the corner of Que Wu's clothes.
Que Wu chuckled lightly and squatted down in front of Wen Jiaojiao, "Come on, my little moon, I will take you home."
Wen Jiaojiao pursed his lips and smiled, then said, "Okay, little leopard."
Then she pounced on his back and hugged his neck.
Only at an angle that he couldn't see, she became bolder and even pinched his ears with her hands.
Que Wu turned his head slightly and said to her: "If you tease me like this now, you will pay me back in the future."
Wen Jiaojiao put her chin on his shoulder and said in a somewhat troubled tone, "We'll talk about the future later."
She used to live one day at a time and never dared to think about the future.
Even now it is the same, she only cherishes the present.
When Que Wu was carrying Wen Jiaojiao back to the Xiao Mansion, he happened to meet Xiao Yan who was returning from duty at the barracks. At this time, Wen Jiaojiao had fallen asleep on Que Wu's back.
Xiao Yan looked at his daughter-like niece holding Que Wu's neck and sleeping soundly on his back, and her old father-like heart ached with pain. Even so, everyone in the Xiao family knew that they were interested in each other.
, it also defaults to the relationship between the two.
But seeing Jiao Jiao getting close to the man with his own eyes, he wanted to hit him, and he wanted to hit him with the whip in his hand at any time.
Xiao Yan sighed in his heart, what is the charm of this Salo man? He had to pay for his daughter to get in, and he had to pay for his niece to get in.
Xiao Yan's heart was bleeding.
Xiao Yan coughed twice, pulled his face and was about to say a few words to Que Wu, when he saw him making a hissing gesture, signaling him not to wake up Jiao Jiao.
Xiao Yan had to swallow a mouthful of old blood.
At this time, he suddenly remembered that Erlang was good. He could smoke whenever he wanted. Erlang's skin was so strong that it wasn't bad.
Xiao Yan snorted lightly, dismounted and walked towards the mansion.
Que Wu carried Wen Jiaojiao through the gate of Xiao's mansion and saw Xiao Yurong moving a chair and sitting at the gate, holding a bowl of melon seeds in her hand.
Seeing that Que Wu and the others were back, she put the bowl down and asked, "Back?"
Que Wu said with a sweet look on his face: "I'm back."
Xiao Yurong was about to call Jiaojiao when she saw her sleeping soundly on Que Wu's back, her saliva almost dripping down her neck.
Xiao Yurong put her hands on her waist, and the air in her chest went up and down. After going up and down a few times, she waved her hand to Que Wu and said helplessly: "Go back, go back."
I'll settle the score with this little guy Jiao Jiao tomorrow.