I, Qing Huan

Is it really willing to go again?

Nanxun asked himself in his heart, nor sure. She certainly hopes that they can remember the beauty between them, but she is also afraid of her to remember the past. She killed the whole family, but also almost killed the three-year-old light and joy, how to see her when he jokes this time? I perhaps her forgive myself, but I have been thousands of years, she remembers the tragic scene, can I really do my heart No mustard?

Emotionally, the mood of Nanxun is inexplicable, and she holds her hand, and she is biased to see her eyelash. "What happened, Master?"

When she shouted Master, the south of the south of the south fell, and after a panicked from the high-altitude, she suddenly fell into the soft big mat.

After the next thing, no matter how, now she starts to call her Master.

A single styled is enough to let her have a lot of days.

"Nothing, eat breakfast." Nanxun sorted out his expression and reached out to the chopsticks on the bedside table.

Her hands are wrapped with gauze, and the wrist is also knitting a piece of purple, and the light is certainly can't see her own. Before she touched the chopsticks, the light is a step, pick up the chopsticks, and put a piece of cut fritters to her mouth.

"Master Zhang Zhang."

Nanxun still didn't hate she called her Master, clearly listening countless times before three thousand years ago. It may really be too long, she has not adapted, now today I have heard the light and happy, the heart is not controlled, and there is a mess in the chest.

actually……

The called is shy.

She is angry, hiding the eyes of the light, put the attention on the fritters of the mouth.

The fried strip has just blown up for a long time, and the oil is crisp. I bite it in a bite, and the lips and people have grown. She drums his mouth slowly swallowing, the fritters were too crisp, and many small grades were sticking on her lower lips. She chewed in her chew, and those small slag fell to pure white, and rained.

Lightly took the paper, sweeping the squatts on the quilt, and holding the paper below the south of the south, sighed: "How do you eat something is also leaking."

Nanxun contains a sip of fritters and shakes, and it is vague: "I don't ..."

"Ok, don't shake," Lightly held a napkin paper with her moves to chase, "You are getting off."

So Nanxun stopped there, no longer moving, board the panel to eat fritters. Light and one hand helped her, then took her chopsticks, she fed her, like taking care of the child, gave her a pitch.

"In ancient times, Master is also such a life can't be self-careful?" The light is put into her mouth into her mouth.

After carefully chewing it carefully, he replied: "I have no life can't take care."

Do you want to use "life can't self-care"?

Up to ... is "not a fireworks".

But in fact, for the respect of her clothes to reach out to Zhangkou, "I don't have to eat fireworks", basically, I can basically I am equal to "life can't be self-care".

"Is Soymilk to drink?" The light is finished, picking up a single fritter, picking up a disposable plastic cup installed with soy milk, and taking the siphon, handing it to the south of the mouth.

"Ok."

Nanxun contains a suction tube, and there is no need to take a bite.

Lightly saw the transparent straw in the moment of the white soy milk, he heard a "-", the cooling, then, the south is not happy, the eyebrows are wrinkled, hot red The tongue spit it out, and the teeth bite hanging on the lips.

"Hot?" The light is busy with the soy milk, and it is looking at her chin.

It's really hot, and the tongue has a very very obvious bubble.

"you……"

I just want to say two sentences, I can change it, I can't bear it. In the past, she fed water or drinks, and I had to blow it with a lip. Try the temperature. I handed her. It is a habit of developing this. What is it? What can I blame her?

She called the nurse, the nurse helped to see, the burns were serious, and the mucosa foam was not a small thing. The nurse took some medicine, and he was going to spray a few hours. Don't eat a mess, you will be good at drinking. It will be much better.

After the nurses left, Nanxun spit his tongue and sat down, and took a magazine when the fan was given to her tongue fan, so that the above medicine was dried early.

The mouth is always open, the lips are inevitably a little saliva, and the light is going to take the paper, thinking, it seems that I really have to make a sightseeing in the south.

"How old is Master?" The light and paper holds the south of the south, asked with a joke.

Nanxun thinking for a moment, carefully answer: "Come carefully, it should be more than 3500."

The light joy is a meal.

More than 3,500 years old? ? ?

She is awkward, and the age of the South has changed from 35 direct quantity in her cognition. This impact is not small. She has thought of being a lot of real age, but she didn't expect to be so big.

Double is not just turning this, add two zero directly after the age of ID card, who is going to live?

Nanxun looked at the eyes and opened the eyes, the tongue also spit it outside, talking to the confused: "You ... I am old?"

"No, it's not too old," I am very strange to look at it. "I am just a strange, you live for more than 3,500 years old, will be hot in the district, Master, Master, 300 years ago The same is the same as you? "

The south frowns frowned: "Hu said."

She has been spitting his tongue, an opening, the tip of the tongue has a smell of the lips, and she rubs her with a paper to help her, helplessly laugh: "Master, don't talk, you speak fluid now."

Nanxiao has shrunk in the finger on the quilt. She did not expect that her image did not destroy the slag because a small soy milk was destroyed.

Really ... it doesn't matter.

When two people eat breakfast, the program group came to the phone and asked the South.

When Nanxun was sent to the train, it was very fierce. He was blood, plus the light and Sunshun Xue, and when she really can't do it, she cried a much smaller than one, everyone thought she was really born very. Very serious illness. At that time, the situation in the south is indeed serious, and it is indeed in the edge of life and death, but I don't know what is going on. Now I am so good, I have a lot of bubbles just hot on the tongue. It is a healthy normal person. .

Since she is normal, the program group also puts his heart, and the PD thick face asks when and when they continue to recording on the car.

Yan Yong and Ming Nightcheng are still waiting for them in the car, and the journey is still going on.

The meaning of light is not recorded first, she doesn't want the south to run the risking to run outside. Nanxi said that he is already getting better, she still wants to go abroad abroad.

Without death, she is now relaxing now, and there is no more than one thing to travel with my wife and friends.

The light is reluctant to agree, saying to her: "Then you have to promise me, then there is something uncomfortable must tell me, don't have a person to bear, secretly run to smoke what."

The south spitting a half-shredded tongue, nodding his head.

Look at her appearance, poor and funny, the sound is also soft: "The smoke is not smashing, I really want to smoke, I will with you. But before you recover, you don't smoke, can you?"

"can."

Nanxun is embarrassed.

In fact, I don't have to smoke. Anyway, she didn't have any taste last time, I only felt a bitter.

The program group considers the sickness of the south, and did not ask them to return immediately. Let them rest for a long time. When I took the high-speed rail to the Baingbin Station, I met them after the train arrived in the Baining Station.

Both people are very tired, so I am sleeping together on the bed.

The south of the sleeping also spit his tongue, looked at her, think she is like a snow white rabbit.

In the eyes, the moment is tired, and the arch is arched. I found a comfortable position in the arms of the South, and she slept.

Sleep during the day, you can do your dreams.

It's a dream again.

This time, there is no previous play to kill and kill and life, only a quiet Meiyuan, scattered the garden plum.

In the dream, her one seems to be not very high, the limbs are not strip, the palm is small, soft, holding a small wooden sword, and swear. Not far away, a woman is sitting on the side, leaning against the trunk of the plum tree curved, looking at her eyes from time to time, looking at her feelings.

After she stabbed a sword, she realized that she did a mistake and scratched her head. The book of the book put down the book and waved her: "Come over."

So she walked over, buried her head, did not dare to see Nanxun.

"hand."

Nanxun picked up a counting on the stone platform, indicating that she stretched out.

She knew that she was beaten, she cried in her grievances, and she trembled. "Master, Master, you told, so painful."

The South is a moving action, putting the countdown, and I looked at the red-handed palm. After a while, her slender fingers were over, wrap the little hand, pulled near, then hug the child on the knee.

Nanxun slammed her in the back, chin put on her tender shoulders, white fingers caught her red little hand, thumb presses the red scaches in the palm of the hand. After a while, Xiao Liang hooks the woman on the shoulders of the eyes slightly licking the lips, followed by, cooling the coldness, blowing from the shoulders, touched her burning palm.

"Has still hurt?" The soft voice came from the ear.

"I hurt!" She nodded, "If the teacher is the father, it will not hurt."

The little child is like this, hurts, tired, you have to hug your hug.

The south smiles and smiled and turned it on his child and let her face himself. Looking at the big eyes that are expecting, she slept the hands of the hands, as if she holds a rare treasure, low, eyelash sweeping the child's wrist, gently, kiss her. The palm.