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Zhao Yutang was in a good mood. She felt relaxed and at ease like never before. Even in such a world of ice and snow, she still felt warm and cozy, and did not care about the indifferent attitude of the person in front of her.

She closed the door to block out the icy cold air, and put the bamboo basket she was carrying on the table, "Canaan roasted persimmons for you, eat them while they're hot."

As she approached, the snow particles on her body also fell down, just falling on the young man's fingertips resting on the table, making him curl up uncomfortably.

Zhao Yutang looked at the scriptures he had spread out on the table. There was one volume that he had just copied, and he had only copied half of it. The handwriting on it was half dry, and the handwriting was elegant and beautiful. "I heard that you broke the precept because of me. Thank you." .”

She looked directly at the past quietly and said in a gentle tone, "My name is Zhao Yutang."

Miraculously, he guessed the words the moment he heard the name without any hesitation.

He was a little inexplicably at a loss, frowned subconsciously, and did not respond indifferently, with a repulsive attitude.

Zhao Yutang didn't seem to notice that he was losing his temper, "Canaan calls you Moro. I heard that every priest is called Moro. Do you have your own name?"

After waiting for about ten seconds, there was no answer. Zhao Yutang thought that he would not say anything, but saw that the person in front of him picked up the pen again, turned to the blank side of the first page, and scrawled two words on it. .

"Zhu, Yu."

Zhao Yutang blinked, "Is your name Zhu Yu?"

He didn't say anything, which was his acquiescence.

Zhao Yutang smiled without hesitation, "Then I'll call you Zhu Yu."

She put it away when she was done and pushed the bamboo basket forward. "I'm leaving. Remember to eat the persimmons. They won't taste good when they're cold."

Zhao Yutang took two steps back, but suddenly saw Zhu Yu put down the pen with a "pop" sound, raised his eyes and looked straight over, "The scriptures will be copied today."

He pursed his beautiful thin lips, and his eyes were hooked outwards and inward. He had a very cold face. A slightly cold face would make him look scary, but he was also so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Zhu Yu's tone was a little stiff and he said dryly, "I still want to eat persimmons."

He only glanced at Zhao Yutang, then quickly turned his face away, staring at the persimmons in the bamboo basket, as if he wanted to eat them.

Zhao Yutang was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what she was doing. She tentatively picked up the pen, "Can I copy it for you?"

Zhu Yu responded quickly this time, saying "yes" quickly as if she was afraid that she would regret it.

The scriptures were just a small, thin volume, and it was not difficult to copy them. Zhao Yutang sat on the chair opposite and quietly copied the scriptures, revealing a section of his slender white wrists.

Zhu Yu swore that he really just wanted to eat persimmons at first, but at some point his eyes were glued to her and he couldn't move. There was no difference between beauty and ugliness in his eyes, but the person opposite him had an indescribable feeling for him. The attraction, especially the fact that she was wearing her own velvet robe, copying her own scriptures, and sitting in her own room, whenever he thought of these, he felt a warm power surge in his chest.

He rubbed his chest, feeling a little annoyed again.

Half an hour later, because she hadn't waited for Zhao Yutang to return, She Canan couldn't help but sneak over to see what was going on. He carefully looked through the crack in the door, but ended up knocking the door open without being able to stand still.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Yutang was startled, and after a pause in writing, a ball of ink smeared out. As she stroked She Jianan, she apologized to Zhu Yu, "This is a waste. I'm copying it again."

Zhu Yu had no expression on his face. He glanced at the paper. The ink was smudged and turned into the shape of a small heart, although it was black.

"Need not."

He closed the scripture and said, "I will copy the rest myself."

She Jianan stood up and covered her head. She found that Moro Leng threw an eye knife at him. She pursed her lips in grievance. She then pulled Zhao Yutang's sleeve in surprise and asked, "Sister." , were you helping Moro copy scriptures just now?" Zhao Yutang nodded, "Yes."

She Canan hesitated to speak. Moro's scriptures were never allowed to be touched by others.

Canaan still couldn't figure this out until he went to bed at night. However, children are very forgetful. After pestering Zhao Yutang and telling him a few bedtime stories, he wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep.

Zhao Yutang came out of Canaan's room and walked back. When she returned to her room, she found that the stove was out and the room was surprisingly cold. She stood in the cold room for a while, picked up the quilt and walked out.

"Tuk-tuk-"

Two familiar knocks on the door successfully made Zhu Yu, who was taking off his clothes, stop what he was doing. He hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Come in."

Sure enough it was her.

Zhao Yutang hugged the quilt and stood at the door without going in immediately. "The stove in my room went out. Can I stay with you for one night?"

The style here is simple, even the furniture is antique, there are beds and soft couches, and she can sleep on the soft couches.

This request was so unbelievable that Zhu Yu was stunned.

Zhao Yutang waited quietly for a while, thinking about how she would answer if he asked why he didn't go to live with Canaan.

But Zhu Yu didn't ask. He just tilted his head awkwardly and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that someone would hear him. "Yeah."

agreed.

Zhao Yutang consciously carried the quilt to the soft couch, nestled in the quilt and watched Zhu Yu pack away his jewelry one by one.

"very beautiful."

Zhu Yu's fingers trembled and he almost dropped his earrings. He didn't even dare to look back, "...what?"

Zhao Yutang's eyes were filled with a smile silently, "Your jewelry is very beautiful."

Zhu Yu couldn't tell whether he exhaled with relief or disappointment, and then heard the man behind him add, "You look especially beautiful when you wear it."

The earring fell off after all.

He stood there playing with the jewelry for a while, taking the opportunity to be in a daze, but in fact even he didn't know what he was thinking. After delaying for a while, he slowly moved to the bed.

The bed and the soft couch were not facing each other, and from his angle he could only see one side of Zhao Yutang's face, and the thin shoulders exposed outside the quilt reminded him of the scene when he picked her up in the snow.

She is very light.

Zhu Yufang moved lightly and lay on the bed without feeling sleepy at all. He silently recited the scriptures he had just copied today in his mind.

"Want to chat?"

Zhu Yu was not impatient at all when Mo Bei was interrupted. He turned over, quietly stared at the thin profile in the night, and said softly "Hmm".

He had to admit that he had developed a strong curiosity about her and wanted to hear something about herself from her.

There seemed to be a smile in Zhao Yutang's voice, "I'm quite curious, can you Moro get a wife?"

He never expected that this was what she was going to talk about, and Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment.