Puzzled

At night, the moonlight was soft and beautiful, shining on the ground through Su Yanhui's open window.

Su Yanhui leaned against the head of the bed, one leg drooped, and his eyes fell to an unknown place in the distance.The flowers in the courtyard were blooming just right, and Wen Nanhui also had a special feeling in his heart.

I don't know how Honglian felt after she found out that Wen Nanhui fell in love with Su Yanhui.

Su Yanhui really wanted to know who Yu Xi was from, the look in those eyes was really weird, on the other hand, he still wanted to see how Wen Nanhui was doing, if he fell asleep again, could he take a peek at him a while?

Su Yanhui tiptoed open the door of Wen Nanhui's room again, and Wen Nanhui was lying on the bed again, but when Su Yanhui approached, he took a deep breath—my mother, he was completely naked!

Su Yanhui unconsciously stared at Wen Nanhui's lower body.

Is it better to go out now, or to watch for a while?The two villains in Su Yanhui's heart were constantly fighting, and in the end the villain representing morality and conscience was completely defeated.

Su Yanhui just moved a stool and sat down, drooling and dragging his cheeks to look at it, his eyeballs almost fell out.

"Have you seen enough?" Wen Nanhui suddenly said leisurely, and opened his eyes leisurely by the way.

"My mother! You scared me to death. Didn't you see that my son is admiring you? What are you arguing about..." Su Yanhui suddenly realized something, and immediately blushed: "Mr. Wen! I can explain, that, this , I just came to see if there are any mosquitoes! I am definitely not here to peek at you!"

Wen Nan got up and sat on the bed, smiled seductively, stroked the long hair hanging down his waist with one hand, and pulled the quilt over to cover his lower body with the other hand, and said: "Young Master Su, just tell me what's the matter. "

"Uh, this... you'd better put on your clothes first..."

"Why, I'm going to sleep in my room, and it's my fault that you broke in, so I won't wear it."

"... Hehe, it's fine if you don't wear it, Mr. Wen, you have a great figure..." Su Yanhui leaned over with a smile on his face, sat next to Wen Nanhui, picked up a lock of Wen Nanhui's long hair, and stretched it with his fingers. Wrap around and play with.

Wen Nan glared back at him.

Su Yanhui immediately became serious: "Mr. Wen, you are well-informed. I think that Yu Xi is not simple. Her eyes... have an indescribable feeling. Do you know more about her?"

"Yu Xi? This person is too mysterious. All I know is her "Seven Styles of Cold Rain" that is widely circulated in the world."

Wen Nanhui went on to talk about "Seven Forms of Cold Rain".

"Seven Styles of Cold Rain", the highest stick method in the world, no matter how long the stick is or what kind of material the stick is suitable for, and once you start practicing, the realm of martial arts will be greatly improved.

At present, everyone only saw Yu Xi using the first four moves. She defeated Wen Nanhui with the third move, but lost to Pei Yimo when she used the fourth move.

Everyone guessed that Yu Xi had only practiced the first four moves.The first type, drizzle.The second type, the falling rain breaks the soul.The third form is clear and desolate.The fourth type, thunder and rain.

"Master Wen, but I always feel that her eyes..."

"Her eyes?"

"Her eyes are, a little bit blue. Also, her skin is a little whiter between her brows than the rest of her skin."

"...People from the Western Regions?"

"That's not true. The eyes of people in the Western Regions are pure blue, and their skeleton structure is different from ours."

"Maybe you are wrong."

"No, no, I read it right. If you don't even know, there's nothing you can do."

Then the two fell into silence.

It is already late at night, the moon is high, the flowers are in full bloom, and it is midsummer.

Many people cannot sleep on such summer nights.

Su Yanhui and Wen Nanhui sat side by side on the bed, they didn't know what they were thinking, when suddenly they heard an ethereal, soft, beautiful singing voice coming from the courtyard.

It was a woman's voice.

"The spring grass is twilight, the autumn wind is cool, the autumn wind is blowing, the spring grass is growing, the pools and pavilions are exhausted, the harps are gone, the hills and ridges are flat..."

Su Yanhui smiled: "Everyone is mortal since ancient times, could it be that they swallowed their hatred and swallowed their voices?"

Wen Nanhui continued to listen carefully, the woman's voice became lower and lower as she sang, it seemed that she was passing by here and had already walked away slowly.

"The wind touches the couplets, the moon bears the front, and the quilt is supported by the fragrant mattress. The burning furnace is lit and the candles are lit, and the osmanthus wine is drunk and the clear music is played. The music is soaring and the wine is old, and the tranquility is so far away..."

Wen Nanhui looked at Su Yanhui beside him, the cold jade color of moonlight flowed over his hairline, eyebrows, honey-colored eyes, high nose bridge, and cherry-colored lips.

Su Yanhui smiled at Wen Nanhui again, and said, "This song is better sung in winter."

Gradually, the woman's singing faded away until intermittently, towards the sky.

Su Yanhui went on to sing: "Resentment for the passing of time, there is no reason for reunion after injury. Junning sees the white snow on the steps, how can it not shine brighter than Yangchun..."

Su Yanhui paused, and Wen Nanhui sang again: "The beautiful woman is stepping forward, and the sound is dusty, and there is a bright moon after thousands of miles. Sighing in the wind, how will I rest? The Sichuan road is long and cannot be crossed."

Wen Nanhui stopped and kissed Su Yanhui.

Su Yanhui's eyes were blurred, and he threw Wen Nanhui onto the bed.

Life is like a dream, what is the joy?Why not do what you like to do when you are young, the emperor dreams of Jiangshan, and the lover dreams of lovesickness.

Tempted, emotional, although it is a flash of fireworks, but not sad.

Many years later, when Wen Nan recalled this night, he often felt lost and burst into tears.

Years later, when Su Yanhui thought of this night, he just kept silent with a smile.

Now that it started, it was about to end, but between them, neither of them knew how to end it.