Master, he never speaks

Feng Qiuyu and Hua Shijing were childhood sweethearts. They grew up together. They were childhood sweethearts. The Hua family was originally a small branch affiliated to the Feng family. It relied on the Feng family to survive among so many huge families.

When Hua Shijing was very young, the Hua family sent her to the Feng family, the meaning of which is self-evident, what the Hua family did not expect was that Feng Qiuyu would like Hua Shijing so much.

Hua Shijing: "I'm not worthy of his liking, nor his heart."

Tears appeared in Hua Shijing's eyes, no matter how much she repented, how much she made up for Feng Qiuyu, it could not conceal that she did not tell Feng Qiuyu the first time she heard the news.

One side is the pressure from relatives, and the other side is the pain after betraying Feng Qiuyu. Every time Hua Shijing sees Feng Qiuyu, although she has a smile on her face, her heart is mixed with bitterness.

Hua Shijing: "If possible, I haven't met him before, that would be the best."

Zhu Jixiu: "Then have you ever thought about what if he knows? Knowing what happened to you at that time, knowing that you didn't tell him the truth, and knowing that your father was also one of the counselors."

Hua Shijing: "!!!"

Hua Shijing has indeed imagined this question, but Feng Qiuyu's attitude towards her is still the same as before, so Hua Shijing is always deceiving herself, she is deceiving herself... What if Feng Qiuyu doesn't know?

Zhu Jixiu: "You don't have to be afraid, maybe I'm just thinking too much."

Zhu Jixiu closed his eyes, he held the sword in his arms tightly, leaned against the big rock behind him, Hua Shijing didn't speak any more, and remained silent.

The night passed like this. When Feng Qiuyu woke up the next morning, looking at Zhu Jixiu who was sleeping on the big rock, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised, and he proudly raised his head , the opening seems unintentional:

Feng Qiuyu: "Hey, you don't seem to be sleeping very comfortably..."

Because Feng Qiuyu sleeps next to Hua Shijing at night, there is a knee pillow for service, but Zhu Jixiu is leaning on the cold stone, without a comfortable knee pillow, so Feng Qiuyu is very proud of this reason now.

I don't know what's wrong, Feng Qiuyu himself feels strange, once he faces Zhu Jixiu, his temper and character will become very childish.

Zhu Jixiu: "Are you very proud?"

Of course Feng Qiuyu couldn't say that she was really proud, otherwise that would be too petty, right?So he waved his hand lightly, and said calmly:

Feng Qiuyu: "Of course I'm not proud, what's there to be proud of?"

Zhu Jixiu: "Oh?"

Zhu Jixiu: "If you are not proud, the corners of your mouth are going to fly to the sky now, and you still tell me that you are not proud?"

Zhu Jixiu: "Fortunately, I'm leaving Xiaoyunfeng today, otherwise I'll have to see when you see your stinky face?"

Hearing this, Feng Qiuyu almost didn't fight Zhu Jixiu again, he took the initiative to come to Zhu Jixiu just to show off, and every time he failed to show off, he ended up fighting directly.

Feng Qiuyu: "You also think I want to see your stinky face?"

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other with a strong murderous look in their eyes, and finally gave each other a heavy cold snort, leaving only the back of the other's head.

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After leaving Xiaoyun Peak, it was already getting late, Zhu Jixiu immediately went straight to Jiange, he hadn't seen Zhu Hanshuang for three whole months, and the longing in his heart was about to turn into substance and fly out.

He originally wanted Yujian to fly directly there, but when he got to the foot of the mountain, he looked at the lights that were always on in the Jiange, his eyes suddenly softened, and his cheeks that were frozen by the night wind also warmed up, and he felt very happy piping hot.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master..."

Even if the master is angry with him, even if the master wants to remove him from the sword pavilion, even if the master has done that kind of thing to him, he will still leave a few lights for him at night when no one comes back, Light the way home.

Zhu Jixiu was not in a hurry now, he sighed softly, and just stepped on the stone steps, step by step, walking up, his eyes were shining with the lights of the Jiange, as if condensed in his eyes Dazzling fire.

This very familiar road became very short, but it was lengthened by longing again. When Zhu Jixiu's footsteps really stepped on the last step, he took a deep breath, raised his hand and walked slowly. Push open the wooden door of Jiange.

After pushing open the door, the scenery in front of me gradually became clearer. The perennial pear tree was still in full bloom, and the white pear petals flew over against Zhu Jixiu's cheek in the night wind.

Zhu Jixiu's eyes turned around in the small courtyard, and finally locked on Zhu Hanshuang's body. He changed a rattan chair, which should be made by himself. It was ugly, and some places protruded.

After noticing Zhu Jixiu's return, Zhu Hanshuang's eyes moved from the medical book, and met Zhu Jixiu's eyes in mid-air.

The moon showed his face from behind the dark clouds, and the cool moonlight illuminated Zhu Hanshuang's face. He was still beautiful like a god on high, and his every move involved Zhu Jixiu's nerves, making him fascinated, and making him never forget.

Zhu Jixiu raised the corners of his mouth slowly and laughed, Zhu Hanshuang still looked at him expressionlessly, making it difficult to tell whether he was angry or not.

Zhu Jixiu walked up to Zhu Hanshuang, and as usual, half-kneeled down, looking up at Zhu Hanshuang, silver-white long hair and black long hair hanging down and intertwined, like the knot of the old man, tightly fastening them together Together.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, are you still angry?"

Zhu Hanshuang pursed her lips, turned her face to the side, and snorted coldly.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, don't be angry, okay? I have been away for three months, and Master should calm down."

Like a puppy, Zhu Jixiu folded his hands and put them obediently on Zhu Hanshuang's lap, then rested his chin on his hands, looked up at Zhu Hanshuang pitifully, and said aggrievedly:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, can I have a knee pillow? Just like when I was a child."

Zhu Jixiu liked to lie on Zhu Hanshuang's lap when he was a child, because then he could hug Zhu Hanshuang's waist intimately, and bury his face in Zhu Hanshuang's arms coquettishly.

Zhu Hanshuang: "..."

Zhu Hanshuang still didn't speak, Zhu Jixiu looked at him aggrieved and pitifully, his dark red eyes widened, and the fox ears on his head also turned into airplane ears, which were tightly attached to his head, looking old-fashioned Distressed.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, I was really wrong, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

In fact, it was Feng Qiuyu who managed to get angry with Zhu Jixiu, Zhu Jixiu wanted what other people had.

Zhu Jixiu pretended to be pitiful with Zhu Hanshuang for a while, but finally Zhu Hanshuang couldn't stand the attack from his eyes, and sighed helplessly.

Then slowly raised his hand, just like he often did to Zhu Jixiu when he was a child, he bent his fingers and lightly flicked Zhu Jixiu's forehead. Spit out two words:

Zhu Hanshuang: "Idiot."