floating words

"I gave birth to you before I was born, and I am already old when you were born. Heh, the romantic talk that I have always dismissed the most in the world has become the most true portrayal of us. Qianfeng, maybe our way of acquaintance is wrong. , I'm stuck in the mud, but you still don't understand anything, so you just leave like this, I'm really not reconciled!"

If there were whispers that seemed to be nothing, they kept lingering in Qianfeng's ears, and his face was itchy, as if there were insects crawling.

Grabbing the hands that were making trouble on her face, Qian Feng slowly opened her eyes...

Red silk gauze tents filled the building with a dark fragrance.Jade and green tassels, the beauty hides her shame.The scene that came into view made Qian Feng not sure what was going on. He stared at the beautiful face that was less than an inch away from him with big blurred eyes, and it took him a while to say two words: "Red kite..."

There was a deceptive taste in the hoarse voice.

Seeing that he was awake, Hong Yuan's fingers caressing between his brows slowly curled up, and flicked a finger on his forehead gently, until Qian Feng groaned, frowned, and the mist in his eyes dissipated. Only then did she raise the corners of her mouth contentedly, and slid down from him sideways, lying on her side, the brocade quilt slipped off her shoulders, revealing a bare back, her skin was as creamy and smooth, and her black hair hung down to cover it. Most of the scenery in front of the chest reminds people of what it would be like under the brocade quilt.

Hong Yuan put her head on her hands and looked at Qian Feng with a smile, the corners of her raised eyes were full of charm, "Xiao Liu, you finally woke up, I thought I couldn't wait to see you for the last time!"

"The last side..."

Qian Feng seemed a little puzzled, rubbed his aching forehead and muttered these four words, and looked at Hong Yuan suspiciously.

Hongyuan didn't answer, and approached Qianfeng slowly again, and didn't stop until her face was about to touch his. The ruddy and full lips gently brushed against his lips, and finally moved to the side of the ear, Bring a burst of numbness.

"Xiao Liu, remember it for me. In the future, you are not allowed to find a woman uglier than me as an apprentice."

The warm breath hit Qian Feng's face and neck, but the gloomy tone made him shiver, and he pulled the quilt tightly around his naked body again.

"Pfft!" Hong Yuan chuckled, pulled back the quilt and began to dress, Qian Feng frowned as she watched her slow movements, always felt that she was acting weird today, obviously she liked to tease him as usual, but there seemed to be something different up.

Hongyuan didn't wear the fiery red as usual today. It was a long-tailed Luan gown woven with crescent moon white silver satin. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with complicated mandala patterns with silver thread. Moving, these flowers seem to be alive, swaying and blooming, intertwined and tangled.

Qian Feng saw her wear this dress a long time ago, so long that even he himself almost forgot how long it was.

That was the time when he formally apprenticed to his teacher. On the altar, the red kite and white clothes Shengxue lost the usual frivolity on his face, and his expression was solemn and solemn.Qian Feng thought that the ceremony that day would proceed step by step, but unexpectedly, when he was about to kneel down, Hong Yuan reached out to stop him, then grabbed the tea in his hand and drank it in one gulp, and walked away, hastily ending the apprenticeship ceremony.

They Trumen people always do their own way, and Hongyuan's ridiculous behavior that day did not get much criticism.Hong Yuan just became his master, but never allowed him to call her master.

Qian Feng did not expect that after more than a hundred years, he saw this robe again.

When Hong Yuan sat in front of the mirror and began to dress up, Qian Feng was also fully dressed. From the hollowed-out carved bronze mirror, he faintly saw the tear mole at the corner of Hong Yuan's eye, which was about to drip.Suddenly, Qian Feng finally knew what was wrong. It was the sadness in her eyes. Even though she tried her best to conceal it, she still couldn't escape Qian Feng's distinctive eyes.

"Hong Yuan, you are sad." Qian Feng said with certainty.

Hongyuan got up and walked in front of Qianfeng, her long skirt was dragging behind her, her black hair was untied, hanging down to her waist like a waterfall, she slightly raised her wrist, and stretched out her hand to cover his eyes, "Xiao Liu, How many times have I told you, don't pry into other people's minds at will."

Qian Feng pulled her hand down, scratched her head, and then said awkwardly: "I don't want to, but I can't help it every time..."

"Forget it, I can't tell you silly boy."

Hongyuan shook her head and smiled helplessly, then turned her head and looked out the window, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, then she turned to face Qianfeng again, although Qianfeng was already half her head taller now, but she still likes to go out with a superior attitude. Looking down at this child who was shaped by himself like a piece of white paper, even though this piece of white paper will soon be heavily colored by others with thick ink.

Touching Qian Feng's slightly immature baby face, Hong Yuan restrained her smile and said lightly: "Xiao Liu, kneel down."

"Oh!" Qian Feng didn't ask anything, and obediently knelt down in front of her. The painful experience in the past told him that it is best not to disobey this woman's wishes at this time, otherwise she has a hundred ways to make your life worse than death .

"kowtow."

Qian Feng suddenly looked up at Hong Yuan, not understanding what she was going to do.

"Be obedient, kowtow." Although Hong Yuan's tone was as soft as ever, it also carried an undeniable coercion.

Qian Feng no longer hesitated, bent over and kowtowed, his forehead lightly touched the floor, making a dull sound.

"Knock again."

Qian Feng followed suit.

"Knock again."

After another soft sound, Hongyuan smiled with satisfaction and said softly to him, "Call Master."

"Master... Father."

Qian Feng hesitated to call out this never-used title. At the beginning, he also wanted to call her Master, but before he could speak, Hong Yuan stopped her. She said, "I still like you to call me by my name."

As soon as the word "Master" was uttered, an ominous premonition enveloped Qian Feng's heart instantly. This address was like a farewell. Will their relationship start here, and will it end here?

Qian Feng looked at Hong Yuan suddenly, and wanted to say something: "Hong..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a sudden hug. Hong Yuan half-kneeled on the ground, hugging the dull Qian Feng tightly. She leaned on Qian Feng's shoulder, and a muffled voice came from her chest: Feng, do you like me?"

The word "Qianfeng" came out of Hong Yuan's mouth, which made him unable to adapt for a while. It was the first time in more than a hundred years that she called out his name in such a serious manner.

Qian Feng stared blankly and asked, "What is liking?"

"Oh, I knew it would be like this," Hong Yuan chuckled, "I really want to know what kind of person you will fall in love with, I raised you so well, I always feel that no one in the world can match you Go to my little six. But, you will belong to someone else after all..."

Qian Feng was frightened by such a red kite, his hands froze in the air, looking at the soft black hair in front of him at a loss, in his long memory, Hong Yuan has always been a heartless and bad-tempered woman , he will never recover under her hands, such sadness should not appear on her body.