Drink ice cream.

After sending the little Mo Jing away, Ouyang Rong looked back with some satisfaction when he saw that she went back to being a cow and horse obediently.

Look around the room.

It was brightly lit and empty, and it was dark outside the window.

After being out for a decade, the study and bedroom are no less lively.

The desk and floor were clean, and a certain potted plant that he liked was neatly placed in front of the window sill, swaying, and it looked like someone was watering it on time.

It was Ye Weilai's habit to dry the sheets in the yard outside. She would wash his sheets and quilt covers every half a month.

Even if he has been gone for ten years, it will not be an exception.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and came to the study room.

There is no such deserted atmosphere in the study room.

Although the desk and bookshelf are neatly packed, it can still be seen that pens, inks, papers and inkstones have been frequently used, and tomes such as "Erya" are placed on the table for easy removal... There is no lack of flavor of life.

It must be that during the days when Ouyang Rong was away, Ye Weilai came over every day and read and practiced calligraphy regularly in the study.

Ouyang Rong had heard this saying before, saying that things like houses, no matter whether they are new or old, need people to live in them. They need "people" to hold them up, otherwise they will become lifeless.

In a sense, this is also the common smell of life and fireworks.

Ouyang Rong came to his senses, took out the piano-shaped sword box, clothes and baggage that he had taken out this time, and put them back to their original places.

This time, the trip to Xunyang Grottoes was safe, and all the backup plans we had prepared before were useless.

I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

All in all, be prepared for any eventuality. A sense of urgency is very important.

Ouyang Rong had just finished cleaning up when a familiar sound of footsteps sounded in the yard outside.

Ye Weilai walked in the door holding a bunch of sheets and quilt covers.

"Tan Lang is back."

"Um."

Ye Weilai said hello with a calm expression, walked to the back room, made the bed and folded the quilt.

Ouyang Rong sat down on the chair behind the desk, resting his chin on his palm, and quietly watched the back of the white-haired girl who had not seen him for many days making the bed.

Ye Weilai wore an aqua undershirt today, with a narrow upper body and a short undershirt with narrow sleeves. After making the bed, she revealed some of the young and full curves of a girl, making her slender and charming.

But what caught Ouyang Rong's attention more was the temperament gradually revealed by the white-haired girl.

Perhaps because she was subdued and taught by Rong Zhen, and because she has been studying quietly these days, she has become more bookish, behaves much more appropriately, and lacks the innocence and willfulness of a young girl.

Moreover, Ouyang Rong discovered early on that she had a strong ability to learn and adapt to the environment.

Occasionally, he couldn't help but think that even if he returned to his hometown and left, Ye Weilai might be able to live a good life without him having to worry too much.

This world is not incapable of functioning without anyone, and the same is true for people.

But Ouyang Rong usually couldn't say this in front of Ye Weilai.

Although the little girl seems to have a much more demure and reserved personality now, she is still very dependent on Ouyang Rong psychologically, and it has even become a habit that cannot be changed.

Ye Weilai still stubbornly believed that without Ouyang Rong, she would be like a duckweed without roots and nothing.

To a certain extent, Ouyang Rong, who bought her in the small iron cage of the carriage shop, was the whole meaning of her life.

It was difficult for Ouyang Rong to correct this concept.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and happened to look into Ye Weila's green eyes.

The little girl had already made the bed quilt at some point, turned around, leaned against the bed, and looked at him unblinkingly.

Ouyang Rong asked softly: "I'm not here these days. What happened at home?"

Ye Weilai shook her head, got out of bed, and walked over without saying a word.

She took a soft cushion and stuffed it between Ouyang Rong's back and the back of the chair, allowing him to lean against it comfortably.

Ye Weilai took another soft cushion and put it on her knees. She knelt down at Ouyang Rong's feet smoothly, put her hands on his thighs, and gently tapped his legs to loosen them.

Ouyang Rong looked down and saw that the girl's smooth white hair was tied with a mandarin duck jade hairpin, and was simply and elegantly tied behind her head.

Her long, white hair reflected light under the light, giving her a dazzling look.

Under the light, the white-haired girl has a slender and beautiful figure, bright eyes, and a somewhat bulging chest. It seems that she is not lacking in nutrition.

Ouyang Rong felt a little confused, turned his eyes away, and reached out to get her homework to check.

These are all the homework assigned by Ouyang Rong before.

Ye Weilai was not anxious about this at all.

In fact, Ouyang Rong also knew that she had finished writing a long time ago. As for studying, Ye Weilai really didn't let him worry about it. Even the junior sister praised it. You should know that the junior sister was a "student master" from Bailudong Academy.

, a Confucian female gentleman with a very high vision. Not everyone can be praised by her, but her studies.

When Ouyang Rong checks his homework, he just goes through the process.

Ye Weilai gently beat her legs while lowering her eyes and said:

"Ms. Zhen really liked the bowl of noodles that Miss Xie sent me this afternoon. She even asked if Miss Xie had specially found a chef from Nanlong, so it had the flavor of her hometown in Nanlong."

Ouyang Rong's hand movements paused slightly.

"Okay." He nodded.

Ouyang Rong had already told Ye Weila when the incident happened a few days ago that the junior sister had met the embroiderer.

Ye Weilai asked the embroiderer some more about Xie Lingjiang's affairs.

The two of them talked to each other for a while.

After a while, the atmosphere at the desk became quiet.

Ye Weilai was beating Ouyang Rong's legs, then suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong's legs and put her little head on his thigh.

The small face is buried low and the temple hair is crooked.

Ouyang Rong felt a warm and moist feeling on the fabric on his thighs.

He touched her little head and asked helplessly:

"Why are you crying? Isn't the bed still in good condition just now?"

Ye Weilai shook her head and buried her head in silence. Her little nose twitched and she sobbed alone.

"Okay, I'm back safely. Nothing happened, so relax."

He changed the subject and pointed to the surrounding rooms:

"Weilai kept the room very clean, just like when I was here."

Ye Weilai buried her face and was quiet for a while, then suddenly said:

"no the same."

Ouyang Rong was curious: "What's different?"

Ye Weilai raised her little face and said seriously:

"You still have to be here, otherwise I always feel that something is missing in the house. Although I also live here, it is different without Tanlang. Even if the house is filled with other things, it is still a little empty.

The taste of…”

As she spoke, Ye Weilai poked her chest where her heart was with her index finger.

Ouyang Rong was silent, holding her beautiful face with his left hand. Seeing her pitiful face, I carefully wiped the corners of her eyes with my thumb.

Ye Weilai might be feeling shy, her blue eyes were swollen and swollen, her eyelashes were trembling and she looked away.

However, she always hugged Ouyang Rong's thigh and pressed her chest tightly against it, which was still quite warm.

Yes, the first feeling is warmth.

The two of them sat and knelt, and stayed in silence for a while. Ouyang Rong turned around and wiped away her glistening tears with his sleeves. After finishing, he stretched out his hand to rub her twisted white hair.

"Okay, let's boil the hot water first. I haven't had a good bath in the grotto for several days and my body is a little dirty. I'm going to take a bath."

"Um."

Perhaps because she had been crying silently for too long without speaking, Ye Weilai's nasal voice was a bit charming.

She was at Ouyang Rong's feet, supporting his knees with both hands and using her strength to stand up.

During this period, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Weilai's fingertip brushed the inner part of his thigh.

Like a hot iron in a stove, the white-haired girl retracted her palms like an electric shock and held them in her arms. She tilted her upper body back slightly and looked at Ouyang Rong, her pretty face flushed.

Ouyang Rong put his legs together, turned his face away, and hurriedly waved his hand to signal her to leave.

Ye Weilai, who was standing there with his head lowered and blushing, suddenly stretched out his hand and boldly took it.

Ouyang Rong suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.
To be continued...