Pampering the sea

"What did you say?" Xin Yue raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes and looked at him, with no expression on his face.

I was slandering in my heart, fuck you for being innocent and cute, fuck for your tacit understanding, it's just a cheap mouth and a bad friend.

"Didn't you say that I have something to say to you not long ago? Why, now I regret it?"

Yan Zhan smiled slightly.

Xin Yue loosened his clenched fist, spread out his palm, played with his fingers gracefully, and said lightly:

"You keep playing."

"What? Put what?"

Fart.Xin Yue put on a half-smile: "It's nothing."

Yan Zhan continued to chatter...

Xin Yue's eyelids became heavier and heavier. In the end, he still couldn't hold on, and there was a soft sound...

Hearing the sound, Yan Zhan, who was pouring tea by the side, put down his teacup, turned around, and looked at the girl lying on the bed soundly asleep, several black lines stood up on his handsome face.

He walked over, was about to grab her ear to wake her up, and then taunted her for a while, but seeing Xin Yue's innocent childlike sleeping face, suddenly, a dense softness flowed towards his heart, gently Gently, gently overturned.

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

He looked at her, and as far as he could see, her baby-like smooth cheeks were like cherry blossoms in early spring, white as jade with a little bit of pink in between, and her thick and curled eyelashes fluttered, trembling like It was like a small fan casting a shadow on the small porcelain-like face, and the bright red lips were slightly opened and closed, revealing a little bit of snow-white white teeth inside.

The scattered hair fell like a brocade, and the light purple clothes were laid out messily and elegantly. She slept with her head on her side, like a dream in the sea at dusk, chaotic, pure, peaceful and independent with the footsteps of the night.

The childlike innocence beauty, the deep and quiet beauty, the dreamy beauty of a girl, and the holy beauty like snowflakes, at that time and place, in the eyes of other people, strangely blended in Xin Yue, running separately and becoming one .

This kind of beauty is unimaginable, 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, you can't bear to wake it up.

Outside the window, a few wisps of wind as thin as smoke blew in, rolled up the corners of the woman's clothes, and stirred up the hair of the man like ink, and the unspeakable thoughts became more and more inseparable between the lingering corners of each other's clothes. Emotions flowed out from the eyes, and at the moment of watching, the trance turned into the sound of the dancing gulls when the scattered sand fell to the ground, flying indomitably white, quiet and unrepentant.

There is a sea breeze blowing in bursts.

When Xin Yue woke up, Yan Zhan was sitting in front of the table. There was a slight sound of water and porcelain colliding from the room, and with his slight upward movement of his head, Xin Yue could tell that he was drinking tea alone.

On the east wall hangs a painting that Xin Yue once saw in a modern museum. It is a famous painting that reflects the style of Japan in the 17th century. It mainly depicts the capital of Japan, Kyoto, and famous places in its suburbs. Picture Scroll", created by Sumiyoshi Kei, the royal painter of the shogunate at that time.

Xin Yue doesn't know how to appreciate, and she doesn't know whether this painting is real or not. The only thing she knows is that the picnic warrior who bought watermelon from a vendor, and the servants kneeling to offer tea and snacks to the temple guests, and The men who sliced ​​the bream with cloth around their waists, etc., and a series of other characters surrounded by the gorgeous floats, their faces full of self-satisfied expressions, should be compared with their backs to her, calm The men who drank tea were not much different.

Yan Zhan was wearing a white Confucian shirt, the black gauze hat he took off was put aside, his jet-black hair was draped behind his back, and he drank in peace.

"You're in a good mood." Yan Zhan picked up a cup of well-ground tea, pursed his thin lips slightly, and suddenly heard a girl's soft and playful voice.

"It can't be compared to Miss Xin's high spirits. Qing Tian falls asleep during the day. I really admire the girl's peace of mind."

Yan Zhan turned his head slightly, with a lacquer smile between his clear brows, and his thin lips slightly parted under the high bridge of his nose.

"Isn't the deputy here? I was so sleepy that I just fell asleep." Xin Yue sat up from the bed, smoothed his messy hair, and his pretty face looked lazy and charming.

"Honestly, I haven't slept like a dead pig in a long time."

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

The injured girl limped close to him, took a few sips of the tea on his table, and finally explained:

"I'm thirsty, take a drink."

Yan Zhan watched the tea he had carefully brewed for a long time being drunk by her like this, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"By the way, untie my hair for me."

The cloth wrapped around Xin Yue's chest was finally fixed by herself. As a result, 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 to grit her teeth and bandage the wound on her shoulder afterwards .But with hair, it's different.

The elegant wooden comb flows between Yan Zhan's slender fingers, flowing through the girl's soft hair exuding a faint fragrance. The black hair like brocade blooms in Yan Zhan's palm, and the warm and jade-like touch makes him not willing to move it for a while. open hands.

"Hey, why are you so slow." Feeling that his already smooth hair was still being combed by Yan Zhan's hands, Xin Yue couldn't help but said.

Flipping, shaping, and hair-tying, Yan Zhan's technique was quick, and soon, Xin Yue changed from a delicate girl to a beautiful young man with lavender clothes, pointed chin, and picturesque eyebrows.

"Yan Zhan, we actually look alike." 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 tried hard to get rid of the mole at the corner of his eyes, and asked.

"impossible."

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

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

In fact, Yan Zhan himself didn't know what was wrong, he knew she was joking, so why did he veto her words with a serious face.It seems, Yan Zhan thought, subconsciously he didn't want her to be his sister, why?Maybe, she's not cute enough...

The tear mole can't be covered, so it has to be like this.Xin Yue didn't intend to spend time on his appearance, so he said to Yan Zhan, "I'll go out and have a look", and strode forward.

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

The concern for Xin Yue seems to have gone beyond the scope of normal friends.