Feng Jiu pursed his lips and smiled: "I think you are very pleasing to the eyes." The years are so quiet and the days are calm with sweetness, all this is not easy.
Listening to her, a smile appeared in Xuanyuan Moze’s black pupils. He put the soup in his hand on the table, reached out and held her hand in his hand, his fingers intersected into a buckle, his low voice with a hint of pampering Affectionate from the mouth: "The days are still long, you can appreciate it slowly."
"Well, the days are still long!" She replied softly, watching him push the bowl of soup in front of him, she took a sip.
"How? Will it be hot?" Xuanyuan Mo Ze asked.
"No, just right." This is a nourishing stew. She has a bowl every morning and evening for a few days. She has felt that she has gained more than one lap since this time.
After drinking the soup, he handed it to Jin Xin, who was waiting by the side, and took it down, and saw him take out a small packet of things from his sleeve.
"What?" She leaned her head and looked.
"Sugar lotus seeds."
Xuanyuan Moze opened the small paper bag in his hand, and said, "Didn't you say that you are tired of drinking soup every day? I specially let someone buy sugar lotus seeds. After you drink a bowl of soup, you eat one or two. "
While talking, he poked a bamboo stick wrapped in a paper bag and handed it to her lips: "Try it."
Feng Jiu felt sweet, with a smile on her face. She glanced at him and ate the sugar lotus seeds. The fine powdered sugar in the mouth accompanied by the fragrance of the lotus seeds, sweet and delicious, made her unable to help. He squinted his eyes.
"It's delicious." Seeing that he was about to put it away, she said: "You can put it away for me. I can also eat in my free time."
"Usually don't eat too much, just one or two occasionally, so I should keep it!" Xuanyuan Mo Ze said, and gave her another one before he said, "Would you like to go back to sleep?"
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said with a smile: "I just drank a bowl of stew and then went back to sleep? Are you afraid that I will be too fat for you to recognize in the future?"
Xuanyuan Mo Ze couldn't help but smile: "I could recognize you when your face was ruined. It's just that you are fat, so how can I not recognize you?"
Listening to his words, Feng Jiu was slightly startled, and said softly: "Yes! You can recognize me like that back then. Looking back, I don't know that it has been so many years. What we have encountered in these years is really true. A lot."
She lowered her eyes and said slowly: "Whenever I feel happy that we can be together now, I think of the dead Mo Chen, and I always feel owed to him in my heart."
Hearing her mention Mo Chen, Xuanyuan Mo Ze's eyes flashed, thinking of the scene during the battle, the name that Nalan Mo Chen called out from her mouth at the moment when Nalan Mo Chen was dying and was about to disappear.
"We all owe him."
Xuanyuan Moze said, holding Feng Jiu's hand, and said, "However, he also wants us to be happy, and he hopes that you can be happy. This is also his wish. Now that he is gone, we should live a better life. Only us Only when we are happy can we live up to all the things that he has given his life in exchange for us."
Feng Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him, fixedly looking into his black pupils. After a long time, he nodded: "Well, you are right, even if he is gone, we will never forget. he."
With that, she seemed to think of something general, and said: "By the way, I forgot to tell you something."