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Gu Zhixin recalled that the encounter between the two of them was not very good. He remembered noticing that Fu Fengliu was a scholar whose aura similar to Gu Jieyi caught his attention, but at the time he didn't understand what the similarity was, When Fu Fengliu's fan was handed to him, he thought it was because the words on the fan were written by Gu Jieyi, and he thought it was the bond between the two of them.

But he later found out that the similarity between Fu Fengliu and Gu Xieyi is the resolute no hesitation in his body.

Fu Fengliu fell into a coma for a few days, and he only woke up for a moment every day, his breathing became shallower and shallower, and then he almost couldn't get out, and Gu Zhixin broke his promise again. Not only did he not separate from the scholar, but he guarded day and night for fear that he would lose his mind for a moment. no see again.

When Fu Fengliu woke up that day, Gu Zhixin was staring at the two fans in a daze, Fu Fengliu couldn't help laughing.

"My fan is also an item in the palace, but the words are indeed written by me."

A few days later, when Fu Fengliu woke up, he only drank porridge and medicine, without saying a word, but he seemed to be in good spirits today. Gu Zhixin was also happy to see her, but the atmosphere was awkward and he didn't know how to answer.

"Your Gu family are really capable. If you don't say anything about Gu Xieyi, you won't say anything. When I left the palace, Gu Lianjun was already under one person and over ten thousand. I'm afraid the world will change his surname to Gu in a short time."

Fu Fengliu's words didn't sound nice, but his tone and expression were completely devoid of sarcasm. Only Fu Fengliu could say such rebellious words so lightly.

Gu Zhixin didn't say a word, neither angry nor any other emotion, just looked at Fu Fengliu.

Fu Fengliu shook his head, said that he was very hungry, and spent his money to buy buns, saying that he wanted to eat the one he wanted to grab with his bare hands.Gu Zhixin gripped the sword tightly, the hard and cold touch could no longer reassure him, at this moment he knew what Fu Fengliu's unreasonable request was.

"Go... I'll wait..."

When Gu Zhixin left, he took a deep look at Fu Fengliu, that glance was careful but hasty, he saw the scholar smiling, but he didn't really see what was in that smile.

Gu Zhixin took it as a lie to herself, and really left Fulai Inn to look for the steamed stuffed bun stall. Every time Gu Zhixin passed by, she wanted to turn around and go back, but every time she had this thought, she would think of Fu Fengliu's saying "wait until he finds it" , It was raining for a few days, and the steamed stuffed bun stall didn't come out. When the weather cleared, the old man selling steamed stuffed buns still couldn't be seen.

After asking other small stalls, I found out that the old man suffered from rheumatism, and I'm afraid he won't come out in the near future. Gu Zhixin calculated that more than half a month had passed, and there was an obsession in his heart, and he wanted to wait.

It has been more than a month since Gu Zhixin bought the steamed stuffed bun, knowing that Fu Fengliu would not be able to eat it, but still carefully put it away and rushed back to Fulai Inn.

When Gu Zhixin hurried back, rumors spread wildly on the street again that Master Qu held a funeral not long after the wedding, saying that it was a gift for a scholar who fell into the water not long ago.

Gu Zhixin caught one person and asked him about it. He searched for the moat, threw the steamed stuffed buns that were already as hard as a rock into the river, and took the newly bought wine, took a sip himself and threw some into the river. After drinking, his eyes turned red. , Laughing at himself for missing it every time, Fu Fengliu could really wait for him for so long, but he didn't rush back, and in the end he didn't see each other for the last time.

A few days later, in front of a new grave, Gu Zhixin lit her folding fan and broke her sword.

"If you're not here...what do I need this sword for..."

Gu Zhixin took down the jug from his waist, raised his head and took a sip. For the rest of his life, he would never have Fu Fengliu, the sword, or the folding fan. What remained with him was only the wine on his waist, and the obsession with him when he was drunk. caused hallucinations.

"You poor scholar... such a good wine, wouldn't it be a waste if you don't drink it with me... I, Gu Zhixin, am not a person who doesn't understand customs..."

During the sway, Gu Zhixin seemed to see Fu Fengliu snatching his jug, took a sip, his face was instantly flushed, the fan in his hand shook quickly, and after a while, he came to him, smiling and saying something, he I know, the scholar is saying "Remember... Fu Fengliu..."

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