Floating Life Half Awake GL

Cen Nan stared blankly at the spot of vermilion between his eyebrows, and felt that the person in the painting suddenly became a little different, a little less gentle and soft, and a little more cold and aloof.

It’s as if this bit of cinnabar instantly ignites certain emotions hidden deep in the soul of the person in the painting, and no longer blindly forbears from time to time and everywhere for certain people and certain things...

The impact of the scene in front of him seemed to be greater than the scene in the courtyard the day before, and Cen Nan's eyes were warmed unconsciously.

Fortunately, Cen Nan did not let the accident happen again, and let the drop of crystal slowly gather in his eyes fall into the softest heart in the world.

"Miss's hand", a deep and calm voice suddenly sounded, startling Cen Nan.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Mo Er who had stood at the bottom of his head at some point, his brows were slightly frowned, "I'll go ask the doctor".

"Wait!" Cen Nan was amazed at this man's sense of smell, which was more sensitive than a hound's, but at the moment he was more helpless, "It's just scratching the skin, don't make a fuss, let's go out."

Mo Er did not hesitate, and wanted to resign after handing over his hands, but Cen Nan was still a little worried when he saw his expression.

"Remember not to say anything about this matter, if not, I will let Sister Qingning"

Seeing the imperceptible movement in those ancient well-free eyes, Cen Nan stopped there.

Going to the side, he washed his hands with water in the copper basin, and after confirming that he would not bleed, he returned to the desk again, and carefully traced the black eyebrows.

After painting, I looked at it carefully several times, and after confirming that there was nothing to repair and improve, I just put down the branch in my hand.

However, after staring at the blank space in the upper right corner for a long time, I finally dipped the pen into the ink, hesitated for a moment, and wrote down the sentence that has been lingering in my heart.

At night, the entire front yard of the palace was brightly lit, and it began to become lively.

The guests who passed the manor toasted and congratulated today's groom one by one, and they seemed to be festive.

It's just that the bridegroom officer kept his words and smiles the whole time, and his face was as cold as ice for a thousand years. He turned a deaf ear to the congratulations from others, and left after drinking.

"The last general congratulates the prince"

The person standing up was dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure and a tense face. It was General Pingnan Han Tang.

The corners of Leng Zongmu's mouth immediately tightened. He looked at the person in front of him coldly, and unconsciously exerted force on the hand holding the wine glass. Then there was a crisp "ding", and the cool liquid poured from the glass. The water splashed out and wet the backs of their veiny hands.

"It's really thanks to General Han!" Leng Zongmu's voice sounded low and gloomy.

That day, after the two had a non-congenial and gunpowder-flavored chat in the private room, Han Tang immediately left angrily. When he stepped out of the gate of the Heyi Tower, he happened to meet Ning Ruan, the lady of the Ning Mansion.

Seeing his flustered look, Ning Ruan specifically asked him what's the matter, but Han Tang only answered the word "nothing" indifferently, and raised his foot to leave.

Unexpectedly, Ning Ruan called him again, and asked him if he had seen Leng Zongmu, saying that he had searched several places but had not seen him.

Hearing this, Han Tang's face suddenly became ugly again, and he answered the wrong question, "Miss Ning really has a sense of elegance."

When he turned to leave, he took a heavy look at the private room facing the street on the second floor.

Later, after the Dongchuang incident, Leng Zongmu questioned why Ning Ruan appeared here, and angrily said that it must have been planned for a long time.

Hearing this, Ning Ruan tightly clutched the quilt in front of her chest with both hands, with a pitiful look on her face, saying that she just happened to pass by here, and seeing Han Tang smelled of alcohol and displeasure, she asked casually He said a few words, and then heard him say that Leng Zongmu was in the private room upstairs, already drunk, she was a little worried, so she wanted to go up and take a look, who knows, who knows that when Leng Zongmu saw her, he, ...

Although Leng Zongmu felt that what Ning Ruan said was probably not true, he still went to find Han Tang to verify the authenticity of the matter.

At that time, the fact that Leng Zongmu and Ning Ruan got married after drinking was already spreading, and it was impossible for Han Tang not to know.

Facing Leng Zongmu who came to confront him aggressively, Han Tang would not have a good face, but he still told the truth about meeting Ning Ruan that day.

After finishing speaking, Leng Zongmu still stared at him suspiciously, and Han Tang suddenly felt very displeased.

Thinking that he has always been an upright person, he said something, but now he is treated like this by Leng Zongmu, and he was dissatisfied with him in his heart, so his attitude became bad.

"If the lord doesn't believe it, the last general has nothing to say. What the lord did when he was drunk has nothing to do with the last general!"

Both raised their heads and drank it all in one gulp. When their eyes met, there seemed to be sparks flashing.

Leng Zongmu still knew Han Tang was a human being. He was like that that day, but he was afraid or unwilling to admit that he had done such an unforgivable thing. Thinking about Lan'er, he felt guilt, self-blame, heartache and grief. As a result, he was so flustered that he was at a loss, eager to find a reason for himself that could alleviate his guilt a little...

"Come on, get a big bowl!" Leng Zongmu suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

Han Tang seemed to be a little surprised, but he didn't intend to back down.

"Since the lord has such an elegant mood, I will take care of him in the end. However, the lord needs to take it easy, so don't delay the important event. At the end of the day, I will not be able to bear the blame."

Facing Han Tang's sarcasm, Leng Zongmu didn't get angry, he just knocked the wine bowl in his hand, then raised his head and drank it clean.

Han Tang didn't say any more, the two just drank seven or eight big bowls like no one else.

Before that, Leng Zongmu admired Han Tang. He had a strategy, was brave in battle, and was upright. He is a good brother and a good comrade in arms.

Now, facing Han Tang, Leng Zongmu is envious and ashamed. He envies that he can still love Xia Lan silently with all his heart. What is ashamed is that he was lucky to get a beautiful woman, but he failed to treat her kindly...

When drinking to the tenth bowl, Leng Zongmu suddenly slammed the wine bowl in his hand to the ground with a crisp "snap", which immediately added a bit of sharp chill to the festive night.

There was a sudden silence at the banquet, Ning Kai's face looked darker and colder than this winter's cold night, but before he had a chance to attack, Leng Zongmu turned around and left the banquet without looking back. All the guests were left looking at each other in blank dismay.

Different from the criss-crossing of cups and swords in the front yard, the backyard is quiet and silent, especially in the main yard.

The courtyard where Xia Lan and Cen Nan lived was the main courtyard of the Wangfu, and Ning Ruan's residence was arranged by Leng Zongmu in a side courtyard some distance from the main courtyard.

Cen Nan lay on the edge of the bathtub, with his chin resting on the back of his folded hands, recalling the scene just now, he couldn't help exhaling lightly.

In order to prevent Xia Lan from discovering that she cut her finger, Cen Nan didn't even bandage her, but Xia Lan, who was careful and keen, found out and bandaged her herself.

Just now he even told her that the wound should not get wet, otherwise she would help her to take a bath, but Cen Nan was so frightened that he choked on his saliva.

Although it is not the first time, right, but under conscious circumstances, it is indeed the first time, and I always feel that, it is not very good.

Finally, after saying "I can do it myself", I hurried into the house and closed the door by the way.

Hearing the faint noise coming from the front yard, she couldn't help sighing, she had to find something to divert her attention, otherwise, the night would be long, how would she spend it.

Thinking of this, Cen Nan was about to get out of the tub, perhaps in a hurry, his foot slipped a bit, and then his cut finger was pressed directly into the water.

It's over~ I raised my hand and looked at the soaked cloth strips. If I was found out later, I should be punished again.

After quickly putting on his clothes, he thought about finding a piece of dry cloth and wrapping it up again, but after searching in the room for a long time, he couldn't find the same white piece of cloth that was wrapped in his hand.

It seems that it can only be dismantled and put on the fire to dry. Cen Nan just wanted to untie it, but suddenly heard a "bang", and his hands trembled in fright.

Frowning, he walked over and opened the door, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the fireworks lighting up the entire night sky in an instant.

As if telepathic, subconsciously looked to the left, and saw the cold moonlight slanting into the eaves, white fox fur, blue silk covering the waist.

At some point, Xia Lan was already standing in front of the door facing the wind, but her gaze did not stay on the overly gorgeous fireworks.

Cen Nan followed her line of sight unconsciously, and saw under the swaying lantern, in the dim light, a dazzling bright red was turning around and leaving in a daze.

And Xia Lan just stood there watching, for a long time, without moving.

Cen Nan also stood there without moving, quietly watching the cold night.

It wasn't until he felt that the wet cloth wrapping the wound gradually began to freeze, that Cen Nanfang withdrew his wandering eyes and thoughts.

Turning around, walking over, he stretched out his hand to hold the catkin that was lightly clasped in front of his abdomen, Cen Nan couldn't help shivering a bit due to the icy coldness within reach, and then tightened his grip, as if wanting to squeeze the catkin on his body. The temperature is transmitted to the person in front of him.

Seemingly understanding Cen Nan's intentions, Xia Lan looked down, although her eyes were slightly dimmed, they still contained the familiar warmth.

Without stopping any longer, he turned around and led Cen Nan back to the room.

in the room

Cen Nan sat on the couch, while Xia Lan squatted under her nose.

Looking down, Xia Lan carefully removed the wet cloth strip, applied medicine to the wound again, and then tied a new cloth strip, her movements were gentle, unhurried, patient and meticulous.

It was just a wound that was so small that it could be ignored, but it was cared for so carefully and tenderly. Faced with such a "big fuss", the heart was warm, but it was so sad that it was almost suffocating.

He jumped down on the bed, without saying anything, and regardless of the untied wound, he raised his hand and hugged Xia Lan.

"Nan'er you"

A coolness suddenly penetrated from the back of the neck, chilling Xia Lan's heart in an instant, and the words that were about to be spoken came to an abrupt end.

The eye sockets were clearly hot, but the tears were frighteningly cold.

At that time, that person also kept saying that he loved his mother and her deeply, but then he said the word "divorce" to his mother so indifferently, and then his eyes fell on himself without a trace of emotion, " I don't want the child, I give it to you."

At that time, my mother only pursed her lips and gave a faint smile. Instead of replying to the man's words, she looked at her with a gentle smile and asked her, "Nan'er, will my mother take you to the zoo in the future?".

When she was young, she always thought that her mother was not sad because she was smiling.

Later, when she grew up, she realized that people don't only laugh when they are happy...

But even if she knows, so what, she still can't change anything, she can only watch helplessly, just like this moment...

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Today I saw the news of Hong Kong actress Nam Jieying's death. I was so sad. I saw a video of a film and television drama that she acted in when she was young on Weibo. Wow, she is really a beautiful woman of a generation. Xinghe was not inferior to Lin Qingxia and Wang Zuxian at the time, but unfortunately, the sky was jealous of her beauty, and the sky gave her a peerless appearance, but it also made her life rough.I only hope that she will be happy in heaven, that she will be born more ordinary in the next life, and grow old in peace and happiness~~~