[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

The study room is very quiet, a wisp of fine incense is burning on the low cabinet in the corner, the elegant and thick fragrance brings a bit of imperceptible coldness and coolness, and there is a white porcelain vase on the desk, with a big belly and thin neck depicting The pattern of pastels, two apricot flowers are inserted obliquely in the bottle, the flowers bloom just right, the color is bright red, but it is not kitsch.

There is a saying that there is no kitsch in the things that are born and raised by nature. The red is brilliant and warm, like a branch burning with a red glow like a brocade. A single petal falls, no matter where it falls, it is a scene of its own.

Su Mengzhen was pressed down on the desk by Zhong Yanqiu, Zhong Yanqiu didn't use much force, Su Mengzhen could turn over and escape with a little struggle, but he didn't move, just fell down following Zhong Yanqiu's movements, There was no surprise in his expression.

No, there was still a bit of surprise, but he skillfully covered it up in an instant.

The clothes brought a slight wind, and the apricot blossoms on the branches trembled in the wind, and suddenly a few petals fell down.

Su Mengzhen watched the apricot blossom fall, closed her eyes reflexively, and felt something lightly falling on her eyelids.

The faint coolness is the touch of petals, but it is not just petals.

Zhong Yanqiu himself didn't know what was going on, seeing the petals falling on Su Mengzhen's eyes, he bent down in a strange way, and kissed softly through the petals.

It was just such a light touch, the petals didn't even have time to touch the slightest bit of his body temperature, restrained and gentle, but with a bit of indescribable ambiguity.

Su Mengzhen's face was hidden in the shadow cast by the window lattice, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he didn't smile, he pursed his lips in a very serious look.

Just like what a "Su Meng Pillow" should look like, calm and indifferent, wily and calculating, the still water and deep flow are unpredictable.

When he didn't know how to react, whether it was because of surprise or something else, he used to use this look to cover up his ups and downs.

"Love is the shortest and most changeable thing in this world." Zhong Yanqiu murmured, he pressed Su Meng pillow, but he was not so close, he only kept a close distance, and he could see the paleness of that person face.

Is the skin color of ghosts paler than that of ordinary people, or is it only Su Mengzhen who looks like this, whose complexion is also as pale as snow in the shadows, and the few petals fall down, which are shockingly red.

"Maybe it's just an illusion that you are... me." He brushed off the petals carefully, but when he stretched out his hand, Su Mengzhen held his fingertips.

Su Mengzhen's hands were cold without temperature, Zhong Yanqiu bent his fingers, but did not pull them out.

Zhong Yanqiu didn't know what made Su Mengzhen feel so in love with him.

But, he thought, maybe this is a common problem of young people, they always regard any momentary love as a love that can last forever, and then persist in it, chasing after it, with a bit of embarrassment. The recklessness and immatureness that make people laugh and cry.

Still a young man.

He smiled slightly.

That's why I'm so persistent, so passionately in love with an illusion.

If we are really together, it may be beautiful like a dream at first, but when the time passes and the years get older, those delusions will wake up like a dream, and he will realize the energy that has been invested and invested in it. Maybe it's just given to some unreal phantom, just like looking at the flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, you will feel so beautiful that you can't extricate yourself.

After the fog clears, you will discover that the self-proclaimed peerless treasure, after all, is just self-conceit.

"It's not wrong... even if it's an illusion..." Su Mengzhen closed her eyes, held Zhong Yanqiu's fingertips, lowered her head and touched his knuckles with her lips, "Even if it's fake, there are still three people who can become a tiger." Kou Shuojin." He held his hands from fingertips to wrists, and then held his elbows, "Besides, won't I be allowed to make fake plays for real?"

He stood up and almost touched Zhong Yanqiu face to face. The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath. He looked at Zhong Yanqiu, and Zhong Yanqiu also looked at him.

Those were the eyes of a young man.Zhong Yanqiu was thinking, the flame was burning brightly, burning fiercely and at all costs, just looking at it like this, he felt as if he was also being burned, his heart trembled involuntarily, and it hurt slightly for a moment.

His brain also seemed to be burned into chaos, obviously he wanted to explain everything clearly at the beginning, obviously he wanted to--

That's all...

Zhong Yanqiu sighed softly, closed his eyes and acquiesced to Su Mengzhen's approaching.

When the lips touched together, there was a slight coolness, and the softness made people feel a little helpless, and even couldn't help but began to wonder if they had made some wrong decisions.

Tossing and turning, the tip of the tongue carefully probing, Su Mengzhen's technique was so jerky that it was not very comfortable, but Zhong Yanqiu indulged, indulged Su Mengzhen's approach, and also indulged his momentary addiction.

Just... Just treat it as a dream with young people, and wait until the day when you wake up from the dream...

Zhong Yanqiu's eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, but he didn't think about it any further.

Lips and teeth depend on each other, as if they are lingering forever.

Until the day when I wake up from the dream...

Just wait until the dream really wakes up, let's talk...

The sun was getting west outside the window, and the tired birds were returning to their nests. Zhong Yanqiu could hear the chirping of birds outside the window. It was a few sparrows of unknown species, occupying the dense sycamore tree in front of the door as their nest, and their calls were not very pleasant. But it is full of vitality, as if it is tireless.

There is also the sound of laughter approaching like a bird chirping from outside, and the voice of an immature child is still somewhat milky, jumping from here to there.

Zhong Yanqiu turned his head to avoid Su Meng's falling kiss, "Shou'er and the others are coming."

"Qi'er will be optimistic about him." Su Mengzhen said so, but she still sat up straight with a wink, maintaining the demeanor of a big brother of the Xiaoyao School.

"Great Master! Grand Master!" the child yelled and pushed open the study door, "I'm here to play again!"

The young man following behind him bowed, "Grand master, uncle."

"Come in." Zhong Yanqiu nodded, and the child immediately stretched his short legs and struggled to climb over the high threshold of the study, and then rushed straight up, "Master Tai!"

The young man went to Su Mengzhen, Su Mengzhen took out a book from the table and opened it, quizzed a few words.

These two are the sons of Bao Zheng and Wu Xingyun, the older one is the eldest son Bao Qi, and the younger one is the second son Bao Shou.

When Wu Xingyun gave birth to a son, he hurt his body to some extent, so he waited for several years before he had Baoshou again.

Bao Zheng was quite fortunate that the two children did not inherit their own skin color and figure. Each of them resembled Wu Xingyun's eyebrows and eyes. A little older is also a gentleman of Yushu Linfeng Qianqian.

His eldest son, Bao Qi, is only in his early twenties this year, and he is already a handsome man all over Kaifeng.

To be honest, when Bao Zheng stood with his son at the Qionglin Banquet, the stark contrast made countless ministers unbearable.

Although Bao Zheng is not dissatisfied with his skin color and figure, he also knows that his masculine and solemn appearance is not very popular these days, and it is still very difficult to find someone who has the same aesthetics as his wife and is different from ordinary people.

Especially after Li Qiushui knocked Di Qing out in the street and dragged her into the palace to propose marriage.

Wu Xingyun's aesthetic is indeed unique.