Qing Ningzi leaves quickly and comes back quickly.
Lu Zhengkang didn't ask anything. Qing Ningzi was silent for a while, then turned to look at him, "Why, aren't you curious?"
"What are you curious about?"
"I'm curious about the plot."
"Why are you curious?" Lu Zhengkang scratched his head.
"This conspiracy is very insidious and may put me in danger." Qing Ningzi leaned against the railing of the White Jade Terrace, not watching the others fighting swords, but staring at Lu Zhengkang. In this bad weather, everyone's face was green.
Yes, Jiu Chenzi's red Taoist robe looks like grandma's red quilt that has been soaked in water. Especially with the innocent expression on his face, he looks like grandpa's dog that secretly ate meat rice dumplings and got its mouth covered.
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Qing Ningzi secretly pouted, but immediately felt inappropriate and restrained her expression. Lu Zhengkang burst out laughing. He went to secretly hold Qing Ningzi's hand. She hid her fingers under her wide sleeves and swung them.
, the sleeves swelled up one by one, like the eaves of a door being blown by.
The flags and banners under her feet swelled up and then collapsed again. Her fingertips were like small butterflies hiding on the treetops among the petals of the fields. Lu Zhengkang reached into the bushes, and her fingertips shrank.
He shrank back and hit the back of his hand again, hitting the second joint of his index finger, which gave him a slightly cold feeling.
In the world of eternal night, the sky is cold, and Lu Zhengkang feels that everything is cold. Qing Ningzi hides something like a piece of ice jade in his sleeve. He turns his palm to catch her finger, and it is indeed cold. Lu Zhengkang
He couldn't help but say "Huh?", he grabbed Qing Ningzi's entire hand and held it in his palm.
His body temperature was appropriate. Qing Ningzi felt that the ends of his limbs began to warm up, and the heat seeped into the texture and into the joints of the joints and bones. At first, it was numb as if there were little ants scurrying around. After a while, he was completely warm.
, it didn’t seem that hot anymore, but after a while, sweat seemed to break out again.
"What are you nervous about?"
The thin beads of sweat were slippery and sticky hanging on the surface of her skin, like a layer of scales. Her face was still as cold as ice, as cold as ice, as if the light from nowhere on a moonlit night was shining on a thin layer of snow.
Yes, the frozen lake reflected light into other people's window lattice. On the bedside, grandma's red quilt, reflected a silvery white. On the quilt, there were large fluffy peonies blooming in full bloom.
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Lu Zhengkang grabbed her hand, and she stopped dodging. She just let him catch her, without pulling it back or clenching her fist. Lu Zhengkang's fingers moved and rolled up, as if they were in the palm of his hand.
A wad of paper was opened, and her palm was opened like this. The four fingers were clasped with each other, and they were so stable. He freed up a thumb, bent it, and scratched it with a very thin nail.
Qing Ningzi's palm.
The slippery sweat was cut into dry marks by his nails, just like a child scratching words on the beach with a picked up wooden stick. A slanted stroke means nothing. At best, it is just a cursory stroke.
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Qing Ningzi's right hand was held by Lu Zhengkang, so she raised her left hand and half-covered her face with a large navy sleeve robe, which just blocked the smile below the tip of her nose, but she could not hide the curved corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
You can't stick your face under your sleeves, right? Lu Zhengkang also laughed. Of course, he had been laughing all the time, but now he was more comfortable. At last, he didn't screw up and made Qing Ningzi unhappy, but he could still be coaxed.
She hid behind her sleeves and smiled enough. She restrained her expression and pretended to pull her hand back. She whispered, "There are still many people watching."
Lu Zhengkang thought it was true, so he let her pull away her palm, and her palm suddenly felt empty. He saw Qing Ningzi lowering her head slightly, so he grabbed her hand again, pulled her, and left Chilou all the way, driving
He fled away in the clouds.
The two men walked away neatly, completely ignoring what the people who were observing secretly were thinking.
Once again, Lu Zhengkang and Qing Ningzi were walking on the clouds in the air. If they were both mortals, they would be walking on the grass in the suburbs at this time. The grass was waist-high. Their toes stepped on the roots of the grass stems, causing it to fall forward.
, after lifting the foot, the grass blades rebounded again, hitting the waist and the hem of clothes, making a gentle clicking sound. Now
After only being filtered by the clouds, the comfortable and pleasant breeze swirls and flutters the sleeves, just like... the flags and flags under the eaves, expanding and contracting. The wind swirls in the wonderful spiral structure of the auricle,
It was like a small marble moving forward in a maze, and finally landed in the ear canal with a huff, letting out a soft sigh.
Qing Ningzi sighed softly, and Lu Zhengkang heard it clearly, just like the sound of a straight harp being plucked by Bai Susu's fingertips that carelessly brushed against it.
"Why are you sighing?"
"I'm thinking, is it a good thing that I've been deceived by you all this time?"
"Why did you suddenly remember this?"
"I'm afraid. In the future, I won't be used to being away from you, and I won't be happy anymore."
"Okay, we promised not to separate."
"Huh, you always lie to people, why don't you allow me to lie to you once?"
Lu Zhengkang went to hold her other hand and said, "Qing Ning'er, you are angry with me and think I have defeated you, don't you?"
Qing Ningzi was slightly tipsy because of the refreshing aroma of wine on his body, but now she suddenly became a little angry. Why didn't this person open any pot? "Yes, I am angry. Is there anything you can do to calm me down?"
Coax me?"
Lu Zhengkang secretly realized that he had said the wrong thing again. He was not worried and just said warmly, "I will always lose to you."
"How could you lose to me?" Qing Ningzi shook her head, took out a hand and stroked his cheek.
"I will always lose to you because I can't live without you, not because you can't live without me. You are my biggest weakness."
Qing Ningzi withdrew the hand that was touching his cheek and raised her sleeve to cover her cheek. This time, her whole face was hidden behind the sleeve, but she covered her curved lips and curved eyebrows.
, not covered
, a beauty with trembling shoulders and skinny bones, her smile is like a laurel tree shaking its branches in the sudden strong wind. Her laughter is like a bird chirping twice, like a distant mountain.
The egret's cry.
Lu Zhengkang went to pull off the sleeves that covered her face, and the sleeves fell down her forearms, leaving the well-hidden white arms as if they were washed and peeled spring bamboo shoots, as well as the two tightly pressed pieces of powder.
Her peach-like lips and eyebrows are hidden in the crook of her arms, and when she looks out slightly, they are like two night stars, twinkling in this eternal night, extremely clever.
Qing Ningzi scolded him for being so rude and seemed about to get angry, but she couldn't help but laugh. She was so happy. She showed her neat white teeth, like white corns arranged neatly. She looked a little innocent and silly.
There was an unstoppable light in her squinted eyes, dancing on her deep eyelashes like dewdrops rolling on grass stems.
Lu Zhengkang whispered, "I said I will always lose to you, you are very happy now." He took the initiative to let go of the other hand he was holding.
She was startled for a moment, as if her hands were covered by invisible knots. She raised her hand to chase Lu Zhengkang's leaving hand, and immediately retracted it cautiously.
Lu Zhengkang didn't wait for her to glare at him with an angry look, but he opened his arms so wide that he looked like Jesus Christ wearing his grandma's quilt.
Then Qing Ningzi must be the Messiah. She doesn’t know what the Messiah is, and Lu Zhengkang doesn’t understand much either, but he is willing to arrange very beautiful images on Qing Ningzi, as if she can’t help but pounce on her.
Entering his arms was a simple tacit understanding, so tacit that it became an unspoken rule.
The fragrant wind was so fragrant that Lu Zhengkang smelled her scent, as if he were walking at night... There were lush camphor trees on both sides, and the elegant air came from nowhere, filling his chest.
