Thirty Questions about Feather's Nostalgia

Opening the door, he leaned out half of his body and looked at Yuren: "Come in and take off your clothes, put on mine first."

"Oh." Yuren replied muffledly, but he couldn't refuse in the end, looked at Youluo, turned around and walked in.

Shou Luo was rummaging through the cabinet with her head depressed, while lowering her voice: "Be gentle, Ming'er just fell asleep."

Occupying a corner of the room is a small crib, which according to Jun Lian was made by You Luo himself.Ming'er was lying in it sleeping peacefully, Yuren walked over to look at him, and poked the baby's round face with his hand.

Shouluo took the clothes and turned to stare at Yuren: "Don't wake him up! I finally fell asleep."

"You act like everyone else, I think you fell asleep very deeply." Yuren took the clothes from Youluo's hand indifferently and put them on.

"It's a bit small." Yuren said.

"Let's do it first." Shouluo went out with Yuren's clothes, and came back to look at him after a while: "Jun Lian will sew it up soon."

"Ha." Yuren laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Shouluo walked over, gently rocked the crib, looked at the sleeping baby with frowning eyes, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Didn't you say you have to sing to put the child to sleep? How did you sing it?" Yuren walked over while talking, poking Ming'er's face again as if curious.

"How could I, Jun Lian is the one who sings!" As always, Chou Luo couldn't hear the jokes in her friend's words, and just looked at the baby who was still in her infancy seriously.

Yuren also bent down to look.

The two big men just surrounded the little new life, quietly.After a while, Ming'er seemed to be waking up, pouted and shook his head slightly, raised his fists high, and made an indistinct gurgling sound from his mouth.

The two martial arts masters suddenly became tense, their faces looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, as if they were facing thousands of troops at this moment.Soon, Ming'er became quiet again, but still didn't open his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you nervous, my son?" You Luo glared at him.

"Your son is really difficult to raise." Yuren said indifferently.

"Hey! You are jealous."

"A person is free, how can I be jealous."

"No wonder you are always accompanied by a lonely lamp..." Shou Luo said unhappily.

"There's nothing wrong with watching the snow from a lonely lantern. Speaking of which..." Yuren pointed his name seriously, "You should be careful to wake him up because your voice is so loud."

As expected, Chou Luo didn't speak anymore, just looked at Yuren.Suddenly his eyes looked up and down, and then turned to look behind Yuren.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Yuren was puzzled.

"My clothes look good on you!"

Yuren looked back at him and thought for a while: "Let's go out."

Jun Lian was still sewing seriously, when she saw them coming out, she smiled and nodded.

"Qiu Jun's clothes, benefactor also looks very beautiful."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Yuren couldn't think of how to respond, so he had to thank her sincerely.

Jun Lian shook her head with a smile, then continued to lower her head and focus on the work at hand.

Seeing such a scene, Yuren was a little startled.

In my impression, when his clothes were damaged when he was young, even if his mother scolded him for being naughty, she would patiently sew clothes for him.

Sometimes my mother hated him so much that she would maliciously prick his arm with those needles.

He could only back away in horror, unable to forget the chill on those needles.

Seeing such a scene now, I am really touched, and it should be like this for ordinary people.

"Yuren!" Shouluo pushed him behind, "Go to the kitchen, I'll cook and you light the fire."

"Ah."

When he was holding a large pile of firewood and putting it under the stove, he heard a sad voice.

"There is more than one answer. If you want...you can be like me."

Yuren was startled, he thought of someone, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Sorrow laughed: "You still can't let go."

Yuren also smiled wryly, he really couldn't let go.

When he was about to leave after eating, Jun Lian handed him the dress.He frowned slightly: "If the stitches are not good, don't be disliked by your benefactor."

Yuren only looked back at Sorrow and sighed: "You are really lucky."

luck?In the end, where is the luck for the two of them?

When Wei Weishe erected Jun Lian's tombstone, Yuren once wanted to comfort him.

Chou Luo seems to feel lost in everything he does, Yu Ren is really afraid that if he leaves, this kid will die here alone and no one will know.

"Go for a walk?" he suggested.

But Shuluo firmly shook his head.

"You said that my answer can be more than one, so your result can also be more than one."

"You know that I'm just like you..." Shou Luo smiled and shook her head again,

"I can't let go."

Sure enough, he still couldn't persuade him to come!

Yuren had no choice but to remain silent, they couldn't let go.

No matter how time passes, I still can't let go.

I can't let go of my only wish, the people who live here, and everything I have ever had.

So even a needle that carries the memory of the past is reluctant to lose.

Just because...he couldn't let go.

white cicada

Those flowers are actually inconspicuous, and they were born not far from the periphery of the only willing house.At the beginning, it was just a follower, but gradually it spread like weeds, and it has a large territory of its own.

At the beginning, the flowers were clustered in clusters with a strong fragrance, and gradually passed the season, withering sparsely, and there were only a few flowers on the branches, wilting, as if in a dying struggle.

"Gardenia?" Yuren asked.

"It's a pity that you have known Yaoshi Mu for so many years, and even this is wrong. Guess again?"

"White Chan? Then I'm not wrong, it's a variant of Gardenia." Yuren retorted.

The white cicada flower flourishes in spring and summer, with flowers but no fruit, with large and many petals, white, elegant and beautiful.

Sorrow said, this flower looks a bit like him.

he questioned.

"There is a mixture of things, born from heaven and earth. Lonely and lonely, independent without changing, traveling around without perishing." Chou Luo dropped the book bag in front of Yuren.

"Huh? This is what I said." Yuren nodded with a frown, and suddenly frowned and looked at Shouluo: "What's the next sentence?"

"If I say the next sentence, you still have to go crazy."

"Take it out of context!"

"Ha!" Sorrow raised his eyebrows, "at least the first half of the sentence is not wrong. The second half of the sentence is more beautiful than you."

"You are not better than me, but I am better than you."

"Ok?"

"The flower name is White Cicada, they are all cicadas!"

"I am Qiu Jun, and the white cicadas bloom in spring."

"The chilling cicadas don't cry in autumn, they only make noise in spring and summer."

"How does this compare?"

"Why not?"

It's just endless...

I remember that they stood in front of the clump of flowers for a long time, fighting with each other to no avail. In the end, one of them was the first to be silent, and then the other offered to drink.

That's right, the tacit understanding as always.

So they can't actually do things like admiring flowers.

The only time Yuren would give up when he came back was in autumn, when those flowers withered like today and fell into mud.

Sorrow frowned.

Yuren thought, this is sentimental again.

The alternation of seasons, the renewal of vegetation, and the changes of personnel are all natural things.

Chou Luo understood, didn't say much, and greeted him with a smile.

Yuren comforted him: "Bai Chan is also beautiful when she is thanking, this life is not in vain."

"It's better to live an ugly job." Shou Luo followed his words and shook her head and smiled, "I understand."

"How are you doing recently?"

"Everything remains the same."

Shou Luo turned around and led him towards the thatched cottage, saying, "I recently learned how to make tea. I made some scented tea with the flowers and leaves of the white cicada flower. Come and drink."

"Tea? If you are free, why not learn how to make wine."

"Alright, next time."

So he went into the room and sat down, watching the sorrow slowly boil tea, and then slowly pour it out.

Raise a glass and smell it, the aroma is very good, the color is blue, and it is also very beautiful.

Take a sip, but the taste is much bland.

"Ha! It still doesn't work, it loses its taste."

Shaking his head sadly.

"At least quench your thirst."

"If you say that, should I be happy?"

"Yes." Yuren didn't change his face, and drank the tea in his hand. "Perhaps, Bai Chan is not suitable for tea."

"Lonely, independent and unchanging..." Yuren murmured, "Bai Chan..."

chess

When Shouluo Anchen invited him to come down at first, Yuren Feixie actually refused.

Yuren Feixie said that he only watched others play, and he didn't know how to do it himself.

Shou Luo took the chess record in his hand and said, I only recently studied and studied chess, and I don't know how to play chess.

So the wine table where the two sat opposite each other was temporarily changed to a chess table, each holding one black and one white, and Xiao Luo briefly introduced the rules.

It took a long time to play the first chess game, because Yuren really didn't know how to do it, and he needed to be pointed out by Shuluo where he went wrong.

In this way, from the beginning to the end of the chess game, he kept frowning, and even won the sorrowful dark dust.

Shou Luo said, first let you get familiar with the rules in this round, and you won't be allowed to do so next time.

Therefore, Yuren also decided to study the chess records and play a serious game with him.

Sure enough, Yuren Feixie lost, and he lost badly.

The surface is calm, but the heart is really unconvinced.So he stopped Chou Luo who was about to get up and said, let's have another game!

Worryingly frowned and asked him, do you want to have dinner?

Yuren Feixi considered it for a while, and finally withdrew the hand that was holding on to Shouluo's sleeve.

"Continue after dinner!" He said firmly.

That's how it got going...

Yuren Feixie started to find Chouluo to learn chess from time to time, insisting on winning or losing.Sorrow falls and dark dust has no choice but to support his forehead, if he had known earlier, he would not have taught you how to play chess.

"Actually, I didn't play well either." Sorrow said.

"But you've won more times than I have."

"It's normal to win and lose."

"So here we go again."

"...Why don't you go to Liuli Wonderland to find Su Zhenzhen?"

"Then I will definitely lose badly."

"...Didn't you also lose miserably in front of me?"

"Always win it back."

"..."

Sorrow was helpless, and set up another game.Looking at Yuren opposite, he was thinking hard, but he counted the chess pieces indifferently.

Are you serious?

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