To Dijun from beginning to end chaotic and finally abandoned

Xie Shi walked very freely, without sloppiness.

Before the words came to his lips, Wang Tong laughed at himself.

Everything he said at this time seemed a bit flimsy, and he rarely knew how to deal with it.

There is a warm feeling of loving kindness in his hand, as if reminding himself that the white light that melted into Xie Shi's body is connected with flesh and blood.

Unable to express his mood at this time, Wang Tong rarely looked at Xie Shi's leaving back with a sense of loss.

After a while, the robe disappeared around the corner, never to be seen again.

As if he didn't hear Wang Huan's question, Wang Tong just stared at the end of the corridor, his brows were furrowed, and he remained silent.

It wasn't until Wang Huan called "Father" again that he regained his senses as if suddenly awakened, and turned to look at Wang Huan beside him.

Facing his son's concerned eyes, Wang Tong showed a warm smile that he was familiar with on weekdays, and patted Wang Huan's hand that was supporting him. He didn't answer the reason for returning early, but only sighed and said:

"Father is tired."

After finishing speaking, he gently pushed Wang Huan's hand away, made a gesture of not following, and strode away.

Wang Huan was left alone standing in front of the porch, his face heavy and ugly.

*

Thank you.

"A man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. The old saying is true!"

Xie Ling held his chin and looked up and down at Xie Shi who was wearing a scholar's uniform, his face was full of amazement and satisfaction.

Xie Shi coughed lightly when he heard the words, trying to hide his discomfort, and tried his best to present his usual calm and natural appearance, but the reddened ears still betrayed his slight embarrassment.

Xie Ling still looked at him with a smile, and after reading it, he recited two poems with great interest:

"Easy as a frightened bird, graceful as a wandering dragon. Rongyao Qiuju, Huamao Chunsong."

"This is Cao Zijian's writing about Luoshen, but I am obviously a mighty and brave man."

Wrinkling his nose slightly, Xie Shi retorted softly.

"Pfft."

Yiqian couldn't help laughing from behind.

Let's just talk about the handsomeness of Xie Shi's biological father, Wang Tong, and the elegance of his mother, Cui Shanqing. No matter what, these two fairy-like characters can't produce a burly child with leopard head, ring eyes, swallow jaw and tiger beard.

It's like the cubs of a fairy crane can't turn into a ruthless eagle anytime soon.

Bai Jiu looked at her speechlessly, but he had to admit that Xie Shi's perception of himself was a little off.

"He has a pretty face, but he insists on saying he's mighty. It's like Zhou Yu, who looks like a Confucian general, insists on saying he's Zhang Fei."

Thinking about Xie Shi's big shoulders, round waist, and bearded face, he shivered as if it was unsightly.

"What are you thinking!"

The sudden touch on the forehead interrupted the thoughts in Yiqian's mind. She subconsciously grabbed Bai Jiu's hand that hadn't left yet, and then looked at Bai Jiu without blinking, eager to wash her eyes.

The fantasies in his head just now were too hot.

Touching those pitiful big eyes as clear as deer pupils, Bai Jiu was slightly lost, and then quickly came back to his senses:

"what happened again!"

Yiqian didn't answer, and then rubbed the back of Bai Jiu's hand with attachment.

As if being scalded by something, a hot stream went straight from the back of the hand into the atrium, the eyelashes seemed to tremble, and the eyes were slightly lowered, but he was reluctant to pull his hand away and let her do what she wanted.

The sunlight fell on the long eyelashes, as if they were dancing, with an inexplicable attraction.

As if he had eaten the heart of a bear, or the courage of Bai Jiu, or Bai Jiu's uncommon "submissive" appearance at the mercy of others, he moved his face close to her, and touched Bai Jiu's drooping eyelashes with fascination.

The eyelashes trembled again, Bai Jiu raised his eyes, the two of them breathed together, their eyes met, and their whole bodies seemed to be wrapped in a veil of affection that seemed to be there.

After a long time, Bai Jiu's eyes moved, and then moved closer.

At the same time, Xie Shi also took action.

As if he was also amused by the Kui Zhuang that Xie Shi said, Xie Ling also laughed out loud, and then looked at him again.

It's just that the sizing up this time is obviously not as amazing as the last time, but with an inexplicable meaning.

There may be might, but Kui Zhuang is really out of reach.

He coughed again, before Xie Ling teased him, Xie Shi, who had noticed the inappropriate words just now, was ready to strike first.

Slightly sullen:

"Clothes make a man... Could it be that I'm so out of touch with Linger's eyes?"

After all, he pretended to shake his head:

"Today, Ling'er always said what was in her heart, you really still think about Cen Xiucai next door!"

Mess around!

Before Xie Ling could finish the music, Xie Shi's sudden accusation made him almost choke on his throat with a mouthful of saliva.

There was an earth-shattering cough.

Xie Shi hurriedly went up to pat his back, Xie Ling finally calmed down, then pushed away the hand on his back, and was about to speak, when Xie Shi continued:

"Ling'er, are you getting angry from embarrassment?"