Travel through the long dream millennium

"This bottle of pearl powder jasmine ointment is applied every morning and evening, and after that, this small pot of Baihua Yulu water is a good way to nourish the skin, moisturize and brighten, and it will definitely make the girl more beautiful .”

The handsome man with jet-black hair and a white robe like a moon smiled gently, holding the two items he just mentioned between his slender and white fingers, and gently landed on the opposite side of the counter, although they were covered with a gauze towel. On the face, it can still be seen that the pretty face is flushed, and the shy twenty-eight girl is in front of her.

The girl carefully stretched out her hand and put the thing into the small pouch that she carried close to her body. For some reason, she suddenly lowered her head and said with a smile.

"I don't know what kind of magical method the young master put on these cosmetics. Since I used it once, every time I look at myself in the mirror, I feel that I seem to be much prettier than before. If it is an illusion, it is the little girl. A few of my friends have also been amazed, the objects made by the young master's pair of skillful hands seem to be imbued with fairy spirit, showing extraordinary."

"It's the girl who speaks too seriously. Chang Qi is a mediocre layman, so how can he talk about it with immortality?"

The man couldn't help laughing because of the girl's naive words, the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more obvious, his eyes were also curved into a beautiful crescent shape, and the beauty that bloomed in an instant was peerless, making him look up at him secretly from time to time The girl's face was feverish, and her heart couldn't stop like a deer bumping wildly.

"No matter how miraculous these cosmetics are, the effects they achieve are just icing on the cake. The girl's color is a gift from nature, and the effect of the long hair is insignificant. It is really ashamed to praise it like this."

"...My lord... what you said... I... my little girl, I will take my leave now."

The courage that had been mustered up suddenly felt like a leaking bellows when she met those eyes that were transparent and peaceful like mirrors. She suddenly raised her hands and covered her face with her sleeves, so as to cover up the flames that even the veils could not cover. Hong, before she could even finish a sentence, turned and left in a hurry.

Gu Changli saw the little girl staggering and running away, and almost tripped over the threshold at the door of the store. He didn't feel relieved until he was sure that she had gone far away and there would be no more accidents. Feiyan, the maid who kept the accounts, said, "This little girl is also interesting, she seems a little confused."

Fei Yan, who was immersed in the calculations, suddenly raised her eyes and gave him a sideways glance, and sighed, "Boss, you are really confused."

"???"

Hearing this, Gu Changli was stunned, quite puzzled, "So how do you talk about it? Although that Miss Lou just now didn't really show her face, judging by her demeanor and figure, even if she wasn't stunning, she was pretty. My rouge and gouache How much can be added to her color, but very little, could it be that I was wrong?"

"That's why I said the boss is confused."

Seeing that he couldn't explain clearly in a sentence or two, Feiyan simply put away the brush in his hand, pursed his lips and said, "The implication of that Miss Lou is that you are not referring to the miraculous effect of your cosmetics, boss—this Lou's But the well-known gentry family from all over the world has never used any expensive gouache cosmetics—seeing the young master, Yun Hu doesn’t like it? It’s [-]% that Miss Lou likes you, boss.”

"You're so talkative."

Gu Changli took a ruler and tapped her on the head, stopping her words, sighing in his heart.

In the world he lives in now, there is a lot of ethics and ethics, and the distinction between men and women is very noisy. Once such rumors are spread, it will damage her reputation for no reason, and even hinder her marriage, but it is very unbeautiful.

"Anyway, there's no one else here..."

Feiyan touched his forehead that was a little sore from the knock, and muttered dissatisfiedly, but suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and his hairs stood on end as if he was being stared at by some ferocious large beast.

Following the gaze that made her extremely uncomfortable, she was not surprised to see a face full of words like "Shut up, you bastard", the angry atmosphere in the eyes of that person was almost It's about to flow out, depressed and congealed.

She smacked her mouth, and stared back without fear at all——in front of the boss, even if this guy had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to do it again.

A gentle and kind person like her boss doesn't look like a real person. He can make good rouge and cosmetics, and he is also knowledgeable. Joking and telling some short stories, there are no other shortcomings except being too simple and silly at times, just like a god who should be put on the altar to worship.

Even if you don't want to sever love from above, you should still find a beautiful and gentle woman to grow old together, live a happy and happy life, how can you take advantage of this dumb, suspicious guy who looks malicious at first glance?

Gu Yasheng didn't know that Pianzi, the little girl in his eyes who could be crushed to death with one finger, was slandering him in all kinds of ways. In his simple and direct brain circuit, there was only one bright and melancholy thought.

——Chang Qi became less and less close to him.

Ever since he and Chang Che trekked all the way, slept in the open from the dangerous and rugged path to the bottom of the cliff, and really returned to the crowd, the distance between them became more and more distant.

He watched Chang Che take out something called "silver", so they soon had a big and beautiful residence, and the tree house or cave he worked so hard to clean and decorate became a thing of the past; With the maid and the servant, there is no need to intervene in the daily routine of washing and cooking.

——Obviously, as long as there was him, it was enough.

He can pick fruits for the long-breast, hunt prey, clean the house, wash and cook, serve tea and water when the long-breed is making rouge, and he can go to high and far places to pick the best-looking and most beautiful for the long-brew. Cherished flowers, but Chang Qiao said he didn't need them.

He can give that person everything he owns, or what he can get, as if he is useful in this way, and he will not be in danger of being abandoned.

But these are not enough, far from enough.

He had so little to give, and that man deserved more.

Yasheng suddenly felt very terrified.

Facing the Qingjun calligraphy that he copied stroke by stroke in a daze, a strange and full feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

When leaving the bottom of the cliff where he lived for a long time, Changhe once said to him, "The world you want next will be completely different from the previous one. Life in the forest, all the dangers and threats that injure and kill Floating on the surface without any concealment, you can live a prosperous and unscrupulous life with your own strength; but now I want to tell you that the truly terrifying and deep attacks are hidden in the hearts of the people, lurking in the dark. Move like a thunder."

"In order to survive better, everyone has to pay a lot."

"Even so, do you want to leave with me?"

"Wherever Changche is going, Yasheng will go there."

He still clearly remembered his own answer at that time.

But now he feels unhappy, unwilling, and unwilling.

Of course, he definitely did not regret the choice he made at the beginning, it was the most correct judgment he had made so far.

He's just...unhappy to see Chang Che trying to curry favor with so many people.

Every day, I have to smile hypocritically—although it looks gentle, but I am not happy at all—to deal with those uninvited guests that I am not willing to receive, those with strange eyes, and those with provocative words.

Obviously he could send them all out with his own hands, but he knew very well that it would bring even more trouble to Chang He.

After a long time, Yasheng recalled the past, and suddenly realized that the strange emotions that flowed in his heart at that time were things called "desire" and "longing".

He wants more, more.

— something more complex, more realistic.

Enough to make Chang He only laugh at those who want to laugh, and cry at those who want to cry, without any coercion or compromise.

That's all he's after.