take in

Thinking about it, it is a happy event that can be remembered, but indulging in love is an impossible event. "

Pei Sheng stopped the movements of his men, pondered for a while, and looked directly into Cheng Lao's eyes.

"Yes, Uncle Shi taught you the right thing.

The juniors understand. "

I'm coming, I'm coming||ヽ(*￣▽￣*)ノミ|Ю

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2020-04-2620:02:21更

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At first glance, Cheng Mansion's carved railings are beautiful and beautiful, but after a closer look, it is unbearably empty.

Du Ruo covered the air vent, lit a candle, and the moonlight gradually faded into the house.

The dinner brought to him by the servants has been removed, he can't eat much, and he can't eat too much, the more he eats, the more lonely he is.

In the past few days, he was tired of running around and rarely had the opportunity to take a bath. Today, Du Ruo took a good hot bath.

A waterfall of long hair was coiled up, and the smooth white neck was extremely alluring under the dangling candlelight.

After getting out of the bath, he put on his coat, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the ends of his hair.

There is not even a maid in the house, it seems that there is no mistress here.

He only stayed for one night, and Mr. Cheng would have to experience countless days and moons here, alone. He thought that even if he had a sudden dream at night, he didn't know who he was dreaming of.

Du Ruo couldn't fall asleep no matter what, got up and walked around the house.

The room is quite big, and it doesn't look like a western wing.

Entering through the main entrance is a small room, facing a small couch, with a small tea table in the middle to separate the left and right spaces. When guests come, the owner of the house can invite them to rest on the couch and have a cup of tea. a cup of tea.

Go eastward for five steps, open the beaded curtain, and you will find the inner room.

The dressing table, bed, and wooden facilities are all available, and the screen is slightly covered, and the light-colored spring plum is painted on it.

More than ten steps to the west is the half-open study room. All the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on it have been cleaned up. There are old ink stains on the table that cannot be wiped off, and there are scattered traces of red ink pad. The rice paper on the left is stacked. Du Ruo took it out and saw that there were some poems written on it, the handwriting was delicate and beautiful, but it was not signed.

"The catkins are blown by the wind, and the new plum blossoms one after the other.

Long caress the silent piano, but Dai Qing never came. "

Du Ruo read it silently, and suddenly realized that this is perhaps a poem written by Mrs. Cheng to her husband.

Du Ruo frowned slightly, and put the poem back.

There was a sound outside the door, and one person stepped lightly, pushed the door open and entered.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Du Ruo looked towards the door, Pei Sheng's figure was blurred by the glossy bead curtain.

Pei Sheng raised the bead curtain and approached slowly, smelling of alcohol.

"Huh? Why haven't you slept yet?" He stretched out his long arms, and Du Ruo was pushed into his arms, and the lower abdomen of the two of them was tightly pressed together.

Pei Sheng thought drunkenly, his waist is so thin, his arms seem to be broken off.

Du Ruo struggled, but did not break free. Pei Sheng drank alcohol, and his strength was much stronger than usual.

It's not like being drunk and crazy.

Du Ruo thought so.

Pei Sheng moved his eyes to the desk and saw the poems on it.

"This used to be Mrs. Cheng's residence," Pei Sheng said suddenly. "In the past, the two of them had feuds and often lived in separate rooms. Since Mrs. Cheng passed away due to illness, he has moved to Mrs. Cheng's room."

"But I have never met her. She is Cheng Yi's biological mother. According to Cheng Yi, she is a gentle person."

Speaking of this, he looked down at Du Ruo's eyebrows, and then said, "It's just that she died early, when she left... the year of Cheng Yi Fang.

Their father and son have always been at odds, and it seems that it is also because of Mrs. Cheng. "

If Du makes a gesture, then it's not good for us to live in this room.

Pei Sheng touched the corners of Du Ruo's eyes that were red from the steam.

"People don't come to Cheng's house very often, so we thought it was too late to tidy up the wing room, so we were allowed to stay here temporarily."

After touching, Pei Sheng put down his hands.

He stared at the bright red corners of his eyes for a long time, then suddenly leaned forward to lick them, and then gently stroked his lips against the temples.

"Why do you always look like you're about to cry?"

Du Ruo was so frightened that he suffocated, he didn't know why he was going crazy, the smell of alcohol wafted from his ears, making him want to sneeze.

It seemed that Pei Sheng drank a lot, and lost his sense of proportion.

After a while, Pei Sheng seemed to be awake again, stood up straight, pinched his nose and shook his head, calling for someone to fetch hot water.

Du Ruo had no choice but to roll up his sleeves to serve him.

The dense water vapor is swaying and fluttering, like the emotions in the heart, which can't be grasped or touched, and it's very itchy to see it.

There were some old wounds on Pei Sheng's skin, the wounds were too deep, leaving a series of hideous scars, withered and white like a whitewashed wall.

Du Ruo tied his hair, brushed him with water, and rubbed his shoulders.

The two hands were scalded by the hot water, and the fingertips, like the flower bones of lotus flowers, glowed light and through pink.

His hand slid down the wound on his shoulder, pressing lightly and heavily.

Pei Sheng felt his back itch, grabbed Du Ruo's hand, and held it in front of his eyes.

"You have calluses on your hands."

The slender fingers were set off by the water mist, and the skin was as thick as fat. The left hand was smooth and soft, while the fingertips and tiger's mouth of the right hand had a thin layer of calluses.

Pei Sheng was dazzled by the gray fat and lost his mind, he couldn't think of what kind of business to have this kind of cocoon.

"So, did you do rough work in the Jiaofang Division?" Feeling drunk, Pei Sheng squinted his eyes and lazily looked at this hand.

Then his eyes were blank, Du Ruo withdrew his hand.

After soaking for a long time, Pei Sheng was willing to get up until the water was getting cold.

After the candle was extinguished and he lay down, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Pei Sheng said: "I remembered..." He grabbed Du Ruo's hand and stroked the callus over and over again, "This is the hand holding the sword..." His drunkenness still hasn't subsided, and he tightly grasped this hand and refused to let go while he was half asleep and half awake.

His voice was a little hoarse, low and deep, as if he was immersed in lust, and it was really ambiguous, which made people blush when they heard it.

Du Ruo rested her head on Pei Sheng's shoulder, feeling itchy and numb at her fingertips.

He was sleepy, and his eyelids were sticking together, like cold rice cakes.

At some point, he was caught in a psychedelic dream again like a prey.

He hasn't had a dream for a long time.

But today, he was suddenly dragged down by the dream again.

Girls threw fruit to fill the carts, shampas attacked people, and the street was full of excitement.

He stood on top of the tall building and looked around, full of cheers.

Downstairs on the street, is the young general returning to court.

Under the sun, the sharp and profound face showed a little youthful spirit.

Although there was insufficient food and grass, and weak soldiers and horses, they still repelled the foreign Hungarian garrison on the border of Longxi within three days, creating a legend of winning more with less.

Du Ruo looked at it for a long time, and sighed that the general is really magnificent and heroic.

The general who was looking ahead suddenly raised his head, and stared directly at Du Ruo with steady and cold eyes. He seemed to be in a trance like weightlessness, and when he opened his eyes again, the cold air shivered.

"Are you awake?" There was a sound at the door, and Pei Sheng came back from his morning exercise outside, feeling cold all over his body.

Du Ruo rubbed her eyes in a daze, and sat up wrapped in a quilt.

Pei Sheng sat down by the bed and brushed away the broken hair on Du Ruo's forehead.

"I drank too much last night, what did you say?" Du Ruo looked puzzled.

"Did I speak nonsense?" It seemed that he didn't remember anything.

Du Ruo closed her eyes and shook her head.

Pei Sheng showed no expression and didn't speak. He picked up the corset to put it on for him, and his eyes fell on the blue carving on Du Ruo's waist, where Du Ruo's pattern bloomed wantonly.

Du Ruo seemed to be frozen, his body trembled slightly, Pei Sheng looked away and quickly tied the knot, and piled the clothes on him.

"Get dressed.

gone. "

(╥╯^╰╥) Let’s make a transition today, and let’s go through the plot tomorrow.

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2020-04-2620:02:22更

,Happy April Fools' Day

1 The first time Pei Sheng met Du Ruo was on a rainy day.

In March and April, the cold air returns, and the whole city is shrouded in continuous tide.

"Sorry..." The phone fell into the puddle, splashing a small wave of water.

He grabbed the phone with one hand and stuffed it into Pei Sheng's arms.

That hand had slender fingers and a fair complexion, but a scar on the wrist ruined the beauty.

Pei Sheng was very irritable. On a rainy day, a lot of gloomy stagnant water was hidden under the stone bricks of the sidewalk. He stepped on countless puddles along the way, and his shoes and trousers were soaked. A collision, even the mobile phone will be scrapped.

The "perpetrator" seemed to be in a hurry, and hurried away from Pei Sheng.

The man didn't even hold an umbrella, and the white shirt was translucent from the rain, sticking to his body wet, like the gauze of a goddess painted by Botticelli.

Pei Sheng frowned and looked back at him, only to see a pair of butterfly bones, which seemed to fly out of his shirt.

He looked down at his phone, and there were spider web-like cracks on the screen.

2 saw him again, in the cake shop.

Pei Sheng put away the umbrella, opened the door and came in. The wind chimes hanging above jingled like coins in a piggy bank.

"Welcome, sir, let's take a look at the new products in our store. Today's discount is [-]%."

The clerk said as he packed his things.

Pei Sheng didn't even give a glance, and looked down at the cakes in the cabinet.

"this."

Pei Sheng tapped on the refrigerated display case, signaling the clerk to wrap it up.

These things dazzled him, he really hated these exquisite and expensive things, they were beautiful but fragile, pretentious and artificial.

But he had to buy it because his father's old friend was visiting with his daughter, and he was urged to do something to please the girl in preparation for the upcoming marriage.

The girl is not polite, just tell him to buy a cake and come back.

Hehe, I ran out to buy cakes for you on a rainy day, and gave you face.

The more you look at it, the more annoying it gets.

Pei Sheng let out a sigh of relief, and asked for payment with a dark face.

"35 yuan, do you have a membership, sir?" the clerk asked lightly.

His voice is gentle and gentle, like a piece of cotton candy, entwining people into a sweet rope.

The heating was turned on in the store, and my forehead was sweating after staying for a few minutes.

Pei Sheng loosened his tie,