She still remembers that she had been from Fengyan Mountain.

It's like this white moonlight, I don't know if it's cold or gentle.

"Auntie..." It seemed that you could still hear the gentle call of the young man in white with sobs, and you could vaguely see the man's cold and unpredictable eyes, but it seemed that he could deeply put the person in it, imprison it, unable to... move.

But when I dreamed at midnight, I occasionally remembered a pair of shallow amber eyes, either as clear as spring water, you can see the bottom at a glance, or as deep and cold as the sea of ​​dark night.

Those thrilling days...

Yes, I don't miss it.

After Feng Yi left, Chu Yu stood up, slowly pushed open the window, and looked at the crescent moon in the sky with a blurred look on his cheek.

...

Feng Yi did not say anything more, lowered his head and finished the tea in the celadon cup gracefully and politely.

Chu Yu smiled: "Yes."

Feng Yi raised his eyes, and there was a strange look between his gentle eyebrows: "Is that right?"

She paused: "Who will miss those thrilling days and nights."

Chu Yu paused, with a little melancholy expression, and then smiled: "No, I just felt it for a moment, after all..."

Feng Yi looked at the woman beside him and suddenly said lightly: "You are here, do you miss the past?"

Chu Yu gently pulled the corner of his lower lip and said absent-mindedly: "Yes, I have sent him all the pictures on my back. If he can't unravel the secret of the hidden sea chart, it has nothing to do with us."

Feng Yi paused and said lightly: "He can't find us, let alone he has no reason to look for us."

Chu Yu raised his hand and held his cheek, leaned against the small table beside the bed, but his eyes fell on the quiet window illuminated by the white moonlight, and said lightly: "Well, I dreamed... that person."

Looking at her appearance, Feng Yi also picked up the teacup and took a sip, lowering his eyelids: "Why did you suddenly remember that Yunzhou came, but what did you dream of in your dream?"

Chu Yu took the tea and sipped it lightly, narrowing his eyes: "Yeah, it's comfortable."

Although it is not even colder in autumn, the temperature has dropped at night.

Feng Yi looked at her and then pushed the flower tea in his hand over: "Don't drink leaf tea at night, so as not to be unable to sleep, just let the flower tea warm your body."

Over the years, Feng Yi has followed her and taken good care of her all the way. He is more like his brother than Lao Hu, who is like a father, and Brother Yi is more like a brother, or like a great housekeeper, and everything is managed in an orderly manner for her.

As she said that, she sat down beside the bed, raised her hand and turned her scattered hair with a chopstick, and casually tied it to a bun on top of her head.

Chu Yu looked at his skillful movements and couldn't help but chuckled: "Yes, you are a villain, are you satisfied? But what do you don't know in my room?"

Feng Yi put down the lamp, and went to open Chu Yu's closet in a familiar way. He rolled up his sleeves, took two cheap celadon cups and a teapot. He then took hot water from the stove, and then took a small bag wrapped in oil paper from the bedside rack. After opening it, he used the small clip inside to take a few dried flowers and put them in the teapot. After rinsing the water, the smell of steaming flowers overflowed.

Feng Yi followed her into the door holding the lamp, and said unforgettably: "A gentleman is rude and does not look at her. Speaking in front of the woman's door in the middle of the night is already under the melon field. If I am really pedantic, I will not ask to come in and talk to you."

Chu Yu looked at him like a jade-like big eyes, smiled, and made the way out: "You have known you for so many years, but you still know what I feel at first glance. You still keep the pedantic rituals of Confucius and Mencius like this, come in."

Feng Yi paused, held the lamp and looked at her room: "Do you want to talk?"

Chu Yu looked at the gentle man in front of him with a speechless look: "I said, I'm just asking for time, not asking you to give me a report on the status quo, so there is no need to be so careful."

He looked at her and smiled slowly: "Yes, it has been seven years and eight months since we left Yunzhou. Grandpa Wu has gone. Lao Hu and Hu's sister-in-law have given birth to Lin'er. Now Lin'er is three years old. I still haven't been able to get married, and you are still not married."

Feng Yi looked at the woman pondering in front of him. Under the candlelight, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her eyebrows were lazy, and her skin became more delicate and delicate. Her pretty appearance did not change at all because of the passing of time, and she still looked like the teenage girl when she first met.

Chu Yu nodded, looked at the candlelight jumping in his hand, and suddenly remembered something: "Brother Yi, you said, it's been seven years since we have escaped to Lingnan?"

Feng Yi laughed when he heard this: "Okay, don't talk too much. Go to bed early in the middle of the night, and I will get up early to see the silk harvest tomorrow."

Chu Yu covered his forehead and couldn't help but mutter: "Oh, Lao Hu likes to knock on my head, and you also like to knock on my head. If you knock on it again, you will become stupid. No matter how smart you are, it is not easy to marry an old and stupid girl every day, right?"

"You are like a cat who just dreamed. Why, what did you dream about?" Feng Yi looked at Chu Yu and smiled, raised his hand and knocked her forehead gently.

The handsome young scholar wearing a robe and standing at the door of her room holding an oil lamp had a pair of beautiful eyes. When the woman rubbed her eyes in front of her, she looked lazy and not like a fish, but like...

Chu Yu rubbed his eyebrows, got up from the bed, opened the door, and muttered apologetically to the person who came, "Ah, Brother Yi, I'm fine, I'm just having a dream."

A knock on the door and a man's clear voice suddenly sounded: "Little Fish? What's wrong?"

"Clang!" The teacup fell to the ground and broke into many pieces. The crisp sound was extremely harsh in the night.

In a daze, she woke up in a hurry and stood up to the bed. In a hurry, she raised her hand and accidentally waved a teacup on the small table next to her.

“Um….”

Who is the soft and cool voice that brings?

The wind seemed gentle, gently caressing the quiet and pretty sleeping face of the woman on the bed.

"fish……."

The night was deep, and the faint moonlight fell through the sky and fell into the quaint room.
Chapter completed!