"What did you say?" Xin Yue raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes to look at him, without any expression on his face.

I cursed in my heart, screw your innocence and cuteness, screw your tacit understanding, it's just a bad mouth that hurts your friends.

"Didn't you say not long ago that I could tell you something directly? Why, are you regretting it now?"

Yan Zhan smiled slightly.

Xin Yue loosened his clenched fist, opened his palms, played with his fingers gracefully, and said lightly:

"You keep playing."

"What? Put what?"

What a fart. Xin Yue smiled but said: "It's nothing."

Yan Zhan continued to talk endlessly...

Xin Yue's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, and there was a soft sound...

Hearing the sound, Yan Zhan, who was pouring tea by the side, put down his tea cup, turned around, and looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Several black lines suddenly stood up on his handsome face.

He walked over, and was about to grab her ears to wake her up, and then burst into ridicule, but when he saw Xin Yue's innocent sleeping face like a child, in an instant, a dense softness like water flowed towards his heart, gently

Cover it gently, gently.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a gentle arc.

He looked at her, and as far as he could see, her baby-like tender cheeks were like early spring cherry blossoms that could be broken by a blow. She was as white as jade with dots of pink, and her thick and curled eyelashes were fluttering, trembling, like

It's like a small fan casting a shadow on the small porcelain face. The bright red lips are slightly opened and closed, revealing a little bit of snow-white teeth inside.

Her scattered hair fell like brocade, and her light purple clothes were laid out messily but elegantly. She slept with her head sideways, like a dream in the sea at dusk, chaotic, pure, tranquil and independent from the world as the footsteps of the night passed.

The innocent beauty like a child, the beauty of deep tranquility, the dreamy beauty of a girl, and the holy beauty like snowflakes, at that time and place, in the eyes of that person, strangely blended in Xin Yue, running separately and becoming one.

.

This kind of beauty is incredible, as if it can be broken in an instant, but it also implies a kind of cherishment and caution that even if it is the end of the world, one cannot bear to wake it up.

Outside the window, a few wisps of wind as thin as smoke blew in, rolling up the corners of the woman's clothes and lifting the man's inky hair. The unspeakable thoughts became more and more entangled in the corners of each other's clothes.

Emotions burst out from the eyes. At the moment of watching, the trance turned into the sound of a flock of gulls dancing when the scattered sand fell to the ground. They flew forward whitely and calmly without regrets.

There is a sea breeze blowing in waves.

When Xin Yue woke up, Yan Zhan was sitting at the table. There was a slight sound of water and the sound of clinking porcelain coming from the room. Plus the slight movement of his head raised, Xin Yue could tell that he was drinking tea alone.

On the east wall, there is a painting hanging. That painting Xin Yue had seen in the Modern Museum. It is a famous painting that reflects the style of Japan in the 17th century. It mainly depicts the Japanese capital Kyoto and famous places in its suburbs. It is called "Luozhongluowai".

"Picture Scroll" was created by Sumiyoshi Gukei, the imperial painter of the shogunate at that time.

Xin Yue didn't know how to appreciate and didn't know whether the painting was real or fake. The only thing she knew was that it showed a picnic warrior who bought watermelon from a vendor, a servant who knelt and offered tea and snacks to the temple guests, and

The men wearing cloths around their waists slicing the bream into thin slices, and a series of other figures surrounding the gorgeous float procession, had expressions of contentment on their faces that should be compared to the expressions of composure on their faces with their backs to her.

Men who drink tea are not that different.

Yan Zhan wore a white Confucian shirt, took off his black gauze-brimmed hat and put it aside. His black hair was draped behind his back, and he was drinking peacefully. His slender back was as jade-like as bamboo, and the mountains were high and the water was far away.

"You're in a good mood." Yan Zhan picked up a cup of perfectly ground tea, pursed his thin lips slightly, and suddenly heard the girl's soft voice with a touch of teasing in his ears.

"Nothing can compare to Miss Xin's high spirits. She falls asleep in the clear sky in broad daylight. I really admire the girl's calmness and tranquility."

Yan Zhan tilted his head slightly, with a slight smile on his clear brows, and his thin lips were slightly parted under the high bridge of his nose.

"Isn't the deputy assistant here? I was so sleepy that I fell asleep like that." Xin Yue sat up from the bed and brushed his messy black hair. His pretty little face looked lazy and charming.

"To be honest, I haven't slept like a dead pig in a long time."

The whole-hearted trust that was inadvertently revealed in her words made Yan Zhan's head warm. He naturally knew that he was as guarded as she was. Even if she was exhausted to the point of death, she would not easily let go of her guard in front of others.

The injured girl limped close to him, picked up the tea on his table and drank a few sips before finally explaining:

"I'm so thirsty, let's have a drink."

Yan Zhan saw that the tea he had prepared carefully for a long time was just drunk by her, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

"By the way, help me put my hair up."

Xin Yue finally managed to wrap up the cloth on her chest by herself. The consequence of this was that the wound on her shoulder would bleed profusely again, but even if she was a friend, she couldn't let a man do it, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and bandage the wound on her shoulder afterwards.

.But when it comes to hair, it’s different.

The elegant wooden comb flowed between Yan Zhan's slender fingers, flowing through the girl's soft hair exuding a light fragrance. The black brocade-like hair bloomed in Yan Zhan's palm. The gentle and jade-like touch made him reluctant to move for a moment.

Open your hand.

"Hey, why are you so slow?" Feeling that Yan Zhan was still combing his smooth hair, Xin Yue couldn't help but say.

Yan Zhan used quick techniques to flip, style, and tie her hair. Soon, Xin Yue transformed from a pretty girl into a beautiful boy with lavender clothes, a pointed chin, and picturesque eyebrows.

"Yan Zhan, actually we are quite similar." Xin Yue looked at his face in the mirror and said to Yan Zhan.

"Who looks like you?"

"Do you think we are brothers and sisters who have been separated for many years?" Xin Yue said while trying hard to remove the mole from the corner of his eye.

"impossible."

Yan Zhan said this almost out of reflex, completely out of his mind.

"Tch, it's just a joke. Why are you so serious? Who cares about being your brother and sister?" Xin Yue raised his eyebrows and spoke lazily.

Yan Zhan actually didn't know why he rejected her words seriously even though he knew she was joking. It seemed, Yan Zhan thought, that he subconsciously didn't want her to become his sister. Why?

Maybe, she's not cute enough...

The tear mole couldn't be covered up, so it had to be like this. Xin Yue didn't want to spend time on appearance, so he said to Yan Zhan, "I'll go out and take a look," and took a big step forward.

But Yan Zhan in the room was sitting there, trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts.
Chapter completed!