[You who came from the stars] please save

"My lord, you're back." Yihua, who was setting up a small table, smiled at the man who pushed the door, "Spicy chicken offal in sauce, pork bone soup, and seaweed rice?"

"Okay." The frustrated man's attention was immediately diverted. Today, he met a gambler who helped his daughter. It turned out that the gambler who wanted to win his daughter's medical money lost more and more, and finally got anxious. I want to push my sick daughter out.This made him wonder if it was right for him to help the other party win money.

During the meal, he couldn't bear it anymore, and told the girl opposite him about his troubles, Yihua paused while holding Cai Cai's hand, and she raised her head and replied: "How should I put it, sometimes helping doesn't necessarily bring good things. As a result, using your power to intervene in the lives of mortals is naturally a trivial matter, and for the recipients, it may change their lives." Just like her, there is no way to expect another person like this in this life, "Do you need it? The reason for the shot is in your heart, who can guarantee the future? So just have a clear conscience now."

Yihua's bright eyes sparkled, and she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Just like me, I cherish every day I spend with you, like a mayfly, I live every day as a lifetime, so I will be with you forever. I If you don’t regret now, you won’t regret it later.”

"..." Unexpectedly, he bumped into a pair of gentle and tender eyes, and he panicked for a while.

Such a naked confession will become a prophecy in the future.

……

The parting came so fast.

"I'm leaving." His voice was deep and melodious, thick and elegant like a cello, and Yihua didn't even hear what he was talking about because he was so intoxicated by the magnetic voice.After a while, she realized that she had tears all over her face.Not caring about the defense of men and women, or the innocence of reputation, for a while Yihua just wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry, mourning her secret love that was destined to be fruitless, but in the end she just went back to the room and cried bitterly.

The next day, the day he left, Yihua put on her favorite dress, which was specially made by her to imitate the style of the Tang Dynasty. Unfortunately, there was no time to embroider any patterns on the skirt, and the plain white short T-shirt, goose yellow long skirt, so simple that it is a bit shabby.In this way, compared with the narrow-sleeved cross-collar, which covers the whole body and has no curves, this skirt can be regarded as "indecent".The skirt is tied under the chest, tied with a wide belt, the skin of the neck and clavicle are exposed, and the slender waist is drawn out.It seemed that she had a light body, slender and straight legs, long hair like ink, and skin as warm as warm jade.

The young girl's youthful feeling has not faded away, and her posture as a woman has been quietly revealed.

It was too dazzling, and there was a burst of reluctance in his heart, like sand rubbed in soft shellfish, a dull pain.His eyes touched the woman's beautiful collarbone, and her skin, which was as delicate as white porcelain, was dazzlingly white.As if stung by a bee, he shifted his gaze to the empty beam, as if a flower was blooming there.

Looking at the blushing man staring at the roof, Yihua smiled tearfully, "My lord, I want to grow up quickly and become a beautiful and mature woman." She summoned up the courage to step forward and put her arms around his waist, There is no moment when she is more grateful than now that she has a beautiful skin. She lowers her eyebrows and tries to make a smile. Yihua has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the end of her eyes is raised. She smiles like a crescent moon. She wants him to remember that she is the most beautiful look.

The stiff body in his arms seemed to soften, and his voice was low and mellow: "You will meet many people, more people, no matter Zhilan Yushu or brave and resolute, you will eventually meet one, and then accompany him... and I am just a passerby . " With his fingertips resting on Yihua's bare neck, he gently raised her face, carefully wiping away more and more tears for her.

Yes, a 15-year-old girl's life has just begun. In this society, she will eventually marry a man, like everyone else, and then take care of her husband and children, and wash her hands as soup.

Yihua carefully looked at him, at the passer-by who was about to pass by, his delicate eyebrows, his gentle eyes, his upturned lips, the small mole on his brow... all in one stroke deeply engraved in my heart.