long regret

I often foolishly think, if I said it straight from the beginning, and said to him in a serious manner, "Ye Wuyou, I like you, I want to marry you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you", would he think I'm crazy , stay far away from me from now on, I will still answer "Oh, whatever."

Although the latter is more his style.

I know that he doesn't care, and when he slowly understands, he will correct these mistakes.

There was once a girl who had a crush on him, at an age when he didn't understand anything, asked him for a lock of hair.

He didn't understand the meaning at that time, he just felt that the girl followed him and needed to get rid of it, and the hair was not very important, so he simply gave it to the girl.

Later, he heard the master who taught Shanju Sword Art say that his parents, who had received body hair and skin, realized that it was not allowed to give people hair casually, so he came to ask the girl to get her hair back.

He just had a cold face like that, with his usual expressionless style, and others didn't think he was ashamed of doing this.

It also seems that what he does makes sense.

This is probably also a manifestation of temperament.

Sophistry is useless to him, because he doesn't care what you say.

I don't know how much he understands about getting married, but fortunately, he never showed any willingness to repent.

The days are very flat, it can be said that the weather is calm.

This is exactly what I want.

The emperor never asked me about the matter between Ye Wuyou and me, and no one else mentioned it. About the matter of the broken sleeve, everyone is still reluctant to talk about it.

As for Ye Wuyou, he also has his usual style.

It's as if he wasn't the one who got married.

Like Zangjian, he gets up early every morning to practice swords in the courtyard, and then goes to the small casting platform in the backyard to fight swords.

It's like an addiction.

But I worried more than him. After all, this is the north. I was worried that he would get sick easily because of acclimatization. On the wedding day, I brought a jar of mud from the West Lake and put it under the bed for him.

He looked at me inexplicably.

I explained to him that this is a folk remedy, and he still looked at me like that for a while, then went back to the yard to practice sword in silence.

I prepared him a thicker coat, but he didn't wear it.

At the vernal equinox in Beiman Mountain, he came back sweating from practicing sword practice. I immediately put on his coat, but he swung it away.

I tried my best to persuade him to put it on, but he just looked at me coldly, then turned his head and left.

It seems that he is more indifferent than before.

I don't understand what's going on, I ran back and forth to take care of him, but I still couldn't see him giving me a good face.

I was very anxious, and what made me even more anxious was that he was ill.

He was dressed too thinly for a few days, and after all, he caught the wind and cold. The military doctor prescribed medicine for him and told him not to get out of bed, so I sat by the bed and saw that he was still lying in the quilt calmly.

There's not even room for complaints.

Where did this feeling of being natural come from?

But he just lay quietly, with those pure eyes open, in a daze like sleep.

I'm at a loss, I want to take good care of him, I want to treat him like this, I hope he won't understand what liking is, I hope he won't fall in love with someone suddenly, so that he can stay by my side in a daze .

You can fool the past for a lifetime.

Although I understand, it's not fair to him.

But I liked him for six years.

I like him so much that I like him like a demon. I can't bear not to see this person for decades to come.

I like him.