The Rise of Phoenixes

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At this time, Feng Zhiwei had turned to the corridor, put on his mask again, and went straight to Madam Qiufu's "Lihuaju".

She walked as fast as the wind, passed through the hall and was admitted to the hospital, and the passing maid's servant did not see the figure clearly.

Feng Zhiwei only thought that the summer breeze was cool, but it was extremely hot, like a group of fire rushing into the chest, burning her internal organs, and it became gray in an instant.

Into gray, this is not a family love and admiration, this long-term reunion with the hidden hope, this plan is full of pains.

Why bother, why bother?

She cherished the desolation of her arms and ran in the hot wind, seeming to disperse all that suffering from the wind.

With a hand behind her, gently put her on the shoulder.

Feng Zhiwei was shocked and froze in place, looking back slowly, and found that it was Gu Nanyi who never really touched others.

He looked at her quietly across the veil, the cloister was quiet and far-reaching, the flowers and trees on all sides were sparse, the face of the man behind the veil swayed by the wind was blurred, and the only eyes were shining, like the purest obsidian gemstones.

The promenade is deep, and the men and women with long bodies stand in glance.

Silent on all sides like this, a cluster of deep red peony next to the carving fence was burning and blooming.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly reached out to hold his hand, and then turned around, leaning gently on his shoulder.

"Let your shoulders, give me lean..."

Gu Nanyi stiffened in the summer wind.

His world, one foot, three inches.

Step forward and back.

Twenty-two years, he walked within one foot and three inches, no one dared to approach, nor let anyone approach.

But today, as the ice was broken, the clouds were opened, and the man approached lightly and undeniably, leaning on his shoulder, sweet breath flicking the veil on his cheek, grazing on the cheek, soft and cool.

Gu Nanyi was a little dazed and puzzled. He frowned slightly, not knowing what to do.

Breathing so quietly, close to the ear, moist and warm, he should hate it, just as he hates the noise of harsh fabrics, the dazzling light... All sounds are like crumbs of wood, all the light is like White electricity is dazzling, poor clothes are like abrasive sandpaper, and even those faces often crack into a pile of frightening fragments.

However, at this moment the quiet and sharp breath made him suddenly feel eerie.

He didn’t know how to describe that feeling. It seemed that he heard many people many years ago, who caressed his hair so much, saying, my Nanyi, my father and mother have no wish in his life, I hope you know how to feel happy .

Happiness... feeling... he didn't understand both words.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the face on the shoulder. The woman closed her eyes, her long eyelashes twitched slightly, like a black-winged butterfly in the wind, and the strong fragrance of peony lingered from the side of the carved fence, but it was not as beautiful as her fragrance. Graceful.

The hand gently placed on his shoulder, slender as green onion, exquisite knuckles, nails shining like pearl shell.

Gu Nanyi slightly raised his head, facing the summer wind.

Feeling... So this is called feeling.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know this moment, this man who would never be broken like jade was broken. With the first ups and downs of his life, such as the snowy mountains closed for ten thousand years, but the light of the bright light was bursting, only staying at a certain moment. Open.

She just felt tired and tired and needed a stable rest, and the man was silent and able to carry all her sadness and sadness.

Face down, slightly tired of his shoulder, and then she smiled and looked up, as if nothing had happened: "Go."

Seeing the woman walking briskly, Gu Nanyi slightly turned her head, and her cheek leaned on the place where there was still some warmth.

There was a slight fragrance on his face, he sniffed carefully, and then felt his face a little damp.

Gu Nanyi stretched out his hand, touched his face, raised his finger to the sun, and there was a faint trace of water.

He looked at it for a long moment, puzzled, and touched his shoulder suddenly, where Feng Zhiwei's face had rested.

Touched slightly moist.

The promenade was deep, and the light and shadow of the summer turned around, and the man in the light and shadow stopped on his shoulder and stood for a long time.

Mrs. Qiu had ordered people to wait in the "Lihuaju" main hall for a long time, but Master Wei was late and was inconvenient to go out to meet him. Just wondering, she suddenly saw a blue shirt fluttering and coming in the sun.

The maid who came out to check hurriedly went back to the inner room to advertise. Mrs. Qiu ushered out with a bunch of maid-in-laws, and she was a little puzzled why she was not accompanied by the steward of Qiufu. Feng Zhiwei had smiled and said: "I have seen Mrs. Qiu."

"Call me auntie." Mrs. Qiu smiled very kindly. Before the expedition, the old man took care of her. This young man, Wei, was very proud of the emperor and his son.

The young man stood in the hall with no humility and elegance. He was indeed delightful at first sight, and Mrs. Qiu sighed at her three sons while welcoming her seat cordially, how could there be no one with this talent.

The guest of honor said a few words, according to Mrs. Qiu’s intention, to see Wei Zhi in the inner court, but this was only a kind gesture by Qiu Fu. Since Wei Zhi called Qiu Shangqi Shishi, he should be treated as an elder. Sentence, the tea was served, and then the three sons of the Qiu family would entertain the young man, so she quickly served the tea.

After serving the tea, Feng Zhiwei didn't move. He even picked up the tea on his hand, drank it slowly, and smiled to the side, looking at Nanyi: "The Qiufu's fragrant mountain **** tongue is very good, you also try it ."

Gu Nanyi put down the hand that had been resting on his shoulder and twisted his fingers to make sure that it was not wet. Then he pushed away the tea that Feng Zhiwei handed over and said, "Dirty."

Feng Zhiwei smiled, but Qiufu's face was green.

Mrs. Qiu's face is also very ugly-is this Wei Zhi born in the country, does not understand the rules? And his follower, how can a follower also sit on the side of the master, and still speak eloquently?

"Ma'am." Feng Zhiwei finished the tea before walking slowly. "My nephew has something to say to you..."

She didn't go on, her eyes turned around.

Madam Qiu was stunned, and Feng Zhiwei said again: "I went to Huwei Camp the other day..."