Gu Yun thought it was his fourth uncle.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw that it was the son of the patriarch.

The man was about the early twenties, with a slick face on his face, looking at Gu Yun's eyes straight: "Sister, I'll give you some fish, I'll take it myself."

Gu Yun's face was a little pale.

If she was a little bloody, she would close the door and throw the man outside.

But her personality is really soft, and no matter how much displeasure she is, it will not embarrass her on the surface.

"No need, I still have it at home." Gu Yun said, "I don't like fish very much."

"What do you like to eat, sister?" The man took a step into the door.

He was about to walk in when he saw Bai Xian.

Bai Xian is really tall.

In the countryside of Jiangnan, a man named Wen Xiu is not very predominant in figure. The son of the patriarch is considered medium-sized in the village, and is definitely not a short person.

But when he stood in front of Bai Xian, he suddenly looked like a boy with insufficient body.

Zhang Xinmei was also tall, but she was a head shorter than Bai Xian.

"What are you doing?" Bai Xian stood at the gate with a dark face and looked at Gu Yun.

Gu Yun understood and immediately stepped behind him and walked back himself.

The patriarch's son called her in dialect, but she pretended to be unable to hear it.

A minute later, Bai Xian sent the man away.

Gu Yun really wanted to say that when she was fishing in the fish pond last Mid-Autumn Festival, she stood by and waited, and the patriarch's son touched her back.

She was sure that it was intentional, with some rogue behavior.

So she was so angry that she cried.

She didn't say this to Bai Xian either.

Bai Xian sent the son of the patriarch and came back and said to Gu Yun: "Miss Gu, don't be afraid. Such people bully the weak and the strong. Don't give him a good face in the future."

Gu Yun nodded.

This afternoon was very quiet.

They both sat at the table.

At first Gu Yun taught him, but after he finished teaching, he practiced slowly, and she was writing something next to her.

Seeing that her expression was focused, Bai Xian secretly glanced at her.

After a few times, she found that she was very focused, so Bai Xian simply looked at her well.

Her side face is very delicate, her eyebrows are picturesque, but she also has a natural tenderness.

She is slow in doing things and speaks slowly. This tenderness is like being carved into her bones, and it is painted a little bit by bit, and she is drawn with the tip of her eyebrows.

This seems just right.

Gu Yun took a break and just ran into his eyes. The eyes crashed into her heart, and she hurriedly turned her eyes away.

She seemed to hear her heartbeat.

It was so loud that her eardrums hurt.

"Miss Gu, what are you writing?" After a while, she heard Bai Xian ask.

Gu Yun didn't know how to answer.

After this loss of composure passed, she said, "A little article will tell you about a current affairs that happened some time ago."

Bai Xian immediately felt that she knew a lot.

"There is too late for newspapers in the future and the news is not so well-informed. Do you still have to talk about current affairs?" Bai Xian asked.

"No, I will write a story in the future." Gu Yun said.

"What kind of story?"

Gu Yun was a little embarrassed: "Ghost. My previous colleague said that they would open a ghost story column to ask for some good stories. There are often legends in the countryside, and they are all material."

Bai Xian: "..."

He was surprised.

"Will you be scared?" he asked.

Gu Yun smiled shyly: "I haven't started trying yet, I don't know..."

"Why would you like to try?" he asked again.

Gu Yun is not used to others paying too much attention to her and wants to know everything about her.

She stood up uncomfortable and said she wanted to pour a glass of water to drink.

Bai Xian hurriedly said, "I'll go and pour it down."

The topic was interrupted.

Gu Yun breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

At dusk, smoke from cooking fires rose in the kitchen, and fluffy spread into the orange sunset. The smell of the smoke of food is mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus in the courtyard, and the fireworks on earth are everywhere, but it is better than the fairyland of Yaochi.

Gu Yun and Bai Xian had supper, and the Fourth Aunt was here.

She was not alone, and there was a middle-aged woman behind her.

The woman had two eyes, so she first glanced around Bai Xian and then looked at Gu Yun.

What Gu Yun called in dialect? Bai Xian didn't understand.

"You go back to your room first." Gu Yun whispered to him.

Bai Xian nodded.

He closed the doors leading to the two east bedrooms, and leaned behind the door and listened to the movement outside.

What was the woman talking to Gu Yun?

She is very good at speaking, all in dialects like foreign dialect, and Bai Xian can't understand a single word.

Gu Yun accidentally interrupted.

At the end of the talk, Gu Yun stood up.

The woman's voice suddenly rose, as if she was scolding her.

Bai Xian immediately pushed the door open and went out.

As soon as he came out, the woman who pointed at Gu Yun with a arrogant attitude and her arrogance suddenly became half weak.

Aunt Fourth pulled the woman in the middle and pulled her out.

The woman kept asking Gu Yun.

Gu Yun's face looked very bad.

"What's wrong?" Bai Xian was very worried about her, "What did she say?"

Gu Yun went to turn on the kerosene lamp.

In this era, Shanghai was brightly lit, but the countryside was not powered, so everyone lighted the lights.

She stammered.

Bai Xian pulled her arm: "Ms. Gu..."

He used some effort, and the kerosene lamp in Gu Yun's hand fell to the ground and smashed it.

The room was dark, and only Qionghua spread through the door, like frost.

Such darkness has a layer of ambiguity slowly penetrates.

Bai Xian's voice became even lower: "Ms. Gu..."

These three words were drilled into his heart like a spell. He remembered that day, in despair, he pressed her on the bed and kissed her hard.

Later, she didn't mention this matter, right?

What if I kiss her again today?

But today there is no Luo Zhuan's writer, nor that intense despair. Bai Xian's courage will be greatly reduced and he dare not take risks.

The more you cherish someone, the more you will be careful and dare not make any mistakes.

Gu Yun moved and wanted to pull his arm back.

Bai Xian let go.

"It's okay." Gu Yun said, and she went to wipe the matches as she said.

Bai Xian helped her find another kerosene lamp.
To be continued...