Chapter 58 Loneliness is born from love

Xue Qianwu was afraid of staggering the road with Dongfang Master, so he returned the same way and passed through the shoe shop of the embroidered aunt. Next to the grinding stone she sat on, there stood a figure like a jade tree. The night is dark, only the white, like the moonlight leading the way, like the ancient stone carvings standing in the dark deep sea, light and clear.

Originally, I thought that the cold tone did not belong to Oriental Biren. I just learned that I didn't go to a lonely place.

It can be so cold while he is waiting. Firm cold, lonely cold, lonely cold, with a little panic and worry.

The loneliness of people originally comes from love. It is only because the love has nowhere to be attached, nowhere to put, like hanging in the air, and uneasiness, that there is a lonely loneliness.

Xue Qianwu stared at his back and felt that the air was full of injuries. It's only been a long time, and it's like losing my soul. Including yourself, including Dongfang Biren.

Because of love, it is easy to be sad. It's also because of love, so you shouldn't be sad easily. Xue Qianwu smiled and said, "I'm back."

Dongfang Biren turned around, and the indifferent and cold shell slowly melted and gradually disintegrated, finally regained the spring water-like moisture. He took a few steps forward and surrounded her: "Just come back. I knew you would walk back."

"You didn't ask me where I went?" Xue Qianwu's octopus claws firmly held Dongfang Biren's shoulder. Sometimes, although it is a short parting, it seems to have crossed thousands of rivers and mountains.

"You have always been a person who likes to run around..." Dongfang Biren smiled and said, "If I ask one by one, won't my mind become a place name?"

Xue Qianwu smiled at him and gave him advice, "You only regard my words as a wind. From this left ear and then from the right ear, will you still have a stroke?"

"Your borrowing method is really clever!" Dongfang Biren looked at her with his veins: "Wine and meat can be worn through the intestines. How can a beggar's words be the wind?"

"Just remember the big guy, you can't even remember the details!" Xue Qianwu rubbed his head: "It's amazing that Master Dongfang has never forgotten, but I'm a person who can say it. If you want to remember every word, you won't be exhausted!"

"Only when it takes a lot of effort for you will you be satisfied! If you are satisfied, you will be happier. If you are happy, I will be happy. In the end, it came down to my interests. Dongfang Biren can't hide his doting, and his eyes are full of love waves.

Xue Qianwu looked at him without blinking, which was so admirable. It's true that people are good-looking. Looking sideways and sideways, there is a touch of affection between Gu Pan. Love is infatuated and poisonous. This is right on Dongfang Biren.

"You don't know that I will be very distressed!" Xue Qianwu smiled and said pitifully.

She only felt that the love words of Master Dongfang were extremely in her heart. If the monk Cangyang Jiacuo had been born hundreds of years earlier and crossed time and space, he would still be able to compete with him. But Master Dongfang was very modest and refused to admit it. He always thought that he was a disciple and could only be regarded as a disciple. Her love words have the effect of opening up the heavens and earth, go deep and simple, and have the effect of clearing the eyes and clearing the liver. It can be said that the ancients have not seen before, and the people who have not seen the come after. The first words break the mystery, and then shocked the rivers and mountains, and the third words fall in love all sentient beings.

If it can be said that Xue Qianwu's language characteristics are valuable in philosophy, and the words are amazing, and the thunder rolls over the top, then the advantage of the Oriental Master lies in seeing deep feelings in plainness, and calmness is knowledge.

Dongfang Biren took her hand: "Let's go back to the hostel."

The two lay in bed and were shocked to find that the chickens were crying one after another. Xue Qianwu leaned sideways, raised his head with his elbow, and looked at him for a long time, half-stupid and half meditative.

"Are you tired of this posture all the time?" Dongfang Biren put his arm under her neck and said, "Pillow me."

Xue Qianwu smelled it on his arm: "It smells good! It's really like what is written in the novel, with a light book atmosphere, which makes people want to bite!"

Dongfang Biren thought for a while and asked with a smile, "Do you have any connection with the last two sentences?"

Xue Qianwu thought about it again and quickly corrected: "The penultimate sentence is in the novel! The last sentence is that I touched the scene and played it on the spot, and added it with the pen outside the sky!"

"I told you, why is there a strange sense of discord!" Dongfang Biren pushed her: "Don't change your words indiscriminately in the future, and I will almost get out of control!"

"What's out of control?" Xue Qianwu half opened his eyes and smiled, "Is the mood out of control, or is the will out of control?"

Dongfang Biren's face and body were a little stiff, and it took a long time to muddle with him, "Everything is out of control."

"Is it so serious?" Xue Qianwu jumped up and stretched out his hand to press his chest: "You have to control it!"

Dongfang Biren's voice was gentle and hoarse, and he said angrily, "Ly down quickly and sleep well!"

Xue Qianwu collapsed even more. Can she listen to him? It is said that no matter how good a man is, once he loses control, he has to stay away! How can Xue Qianwu calm down?

Dongfang Biren turned his face, pulled her down with his right hand, and pressed her with his left hand and said, "Stop moving around."

Xue Qianwu was panicked and his heart beat unsipable. After a long time, it was not until she slept well that Dongfang Biren put his arm under her neck and let her pillow again.

Xue Qianwu didn't dare to talk nonsense. He only picked up a particularly soothing sentence and said softly, "There is a sentence that 'three more dream books as pillows' is the most in line with the mood at present!"

"I have a book fragrance. If you pillow me, it's like a book?" Dongfang Biren smiled and said, "I won't take you like this! From what you do every day, who can think of the time when you have a poetic dream!"

Xue Qianwu arched his head back, added some weight to his arm, and lay lazily and comfortably. When he narrowed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep, he suddenly sighed.

"What's wrong with you?" Dongfang Biren's other hand was patting to coax her to sleep, but he stopped and asked softly.

Xue Qianwu frowned and said, "It's not for the matter of Xu's daughter-in-law! After running for a day, I didn't get a favorite girl!"

Dongfang Biren said, "Let's sleep for a while. This matter can't be rushed... Besides, don't you also have a harvest today? I saw your favorite Jinlian poor embroidery aunt!"

"Yes!" Xue Qianwu shook his head: "To tell you the truth, I finally moved the embroidered girl with a sincere heart. She said she was willing to do anything for me!"

Dongfang Biren said incredulously, "Isn't it impossible? The girl looked like she was thousands of miles away and didn't look up from beginning to end. Why did you impress her? When I came back from shopping, I don't know where you have gone. How did you move her if you didn't get along alone with her?"

Xue Qianwu braked sharply, shut up and stopped. I forgot again and almost said what I shouldn't have said. If you say it and reveal the existence of the basement, won't it be dishonest? If she loses her faith, how can Aunt Xiu forgive her?

Dongfang Biren saw that she blocked the words and did not ask questions. He just diluted the topic and said in a half-joking tone, "Aren't you missing a good shoemaker? When you arrive in the capital and finish our business, you can hire the Jinlian poor embroidered aunt to the capital. Tell her own design and let her, as an inside person, try to make those high heels!"

Xue Qianwu's sleepiness swept away and patted him and laughed, "I didn't expect this layer. You said it first!" Oh, your strategy is really more and more authentic!"

"Nowhere, I can't rank..." Dongfang Biren smiled modestly and grabbed her hair with his hand. The seaweed-like hair is not as straight as ordinary girls. It is slightly naturally curly, and the color is not as black as ink, but slightly golden. Touching the sand, he was a little wrapped, but very textured. In Dongfang's heart, he only felt very warm and dense.

Xue Qianwu asked him, "Guess, with my eloquence, can I deceive the embroidered girl to the door?"

"The Yanzhi girl from Shanyuan Temple was brought to the village by you in a few words, not to mention an embroidered aunt? Not to say!" Dongfang Biren looked at her and said.

Xue Qianwu poked his armpit and said hip-hop, "This is not the same at all. How can you get involved with Yanzhi!"

Thinking of this, she suddenly stopped. Dongfang Biren also had a meal. The two looked at each other and their eyes lit up at the same time. I thought of it together.

They all wanted to speak, but finally Xue Qianwu said, "It doesn't take much time. You can ask the embroidered aunt to dress up as a maid!" Her indifferent appearance is the temperament of a big family!"

"Can you do the work of Tongxiu? I'm a little unbelievable!" Dongfang Biren said again, "But where can I find that rich lady?"