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After sitting and drinking porridge with Canaan for a while, Zhu Yucai arrived belatedly. Facing the faint light of the morning, he was wearing a rich dark red velvet robe. His earrings and bead necklace on his chest were all drop-shaped. The ruby ​​was dazzlingly red, and made his skin as white as snow. It was a unique and breathtaking beauty.

Zhao Yutang squinted his eyes slightly and looked over openly, "Moluo is also very beautiful today."

She called her Zhu Yu at one moment, and Mo Luo at another. She could do whatever she wanted, but Zhu Yu didn't feel unhappy at all. Instead, he was amused by her frank compliments that made his ears turn red. However, no one noticed this difference, and he remained silent. The cold beauty looks like a snow god coming from the mountains.

On the other hand, Jianan was shocked by Zhao Yutang's free will. He asked with some confusion, "Do you outsiders always praise others like this?"

He felt very embarrassed to hear it.

Zhao Yutang smiled and said, "Why, can't you?"

"It's not impossible," Jianan carefully observed Zhu Yu's expression and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he didn't show any displeasure on his face. He thought that this might be the way of outsiders, who were more outgoing and enthusiastic.

"I've never heard anyone say that Moro is beautiful."

Moro is a god-server and a priest who conveys oracles. Everyone respects him and fears him. Naturally, it is impossible to make any judgment on his appearance, as that would be very offensive.

But perhaps Zhao Yutang's tone was too sincere, or maybe because as an outsider she was not bound by the rules of the She people, when she described Moro like this, she couldn't make people feel angry.

After eating, Zhao Yutang offered to copy scriptures, "Can I believe in your mountain god? I may not be as pious as you She people, but I will only have this belief, okay?"

Zhu Yu looked into her eyes and said nothing for a few seconds.

There are many people who believe in the mountain gods of the She people over the years. Zhu Yu has no reason to refuse, and he doesn't want to refuse. He just suddenly thought of the topic that happened to be discussed last night.

Only couples who believe in mountain gods can get married.

"can."

Zhao Yutang once again picked up the scriptures. The scriptures were picked by Zhu Yu. Whether intentionally or not, the scriptures picked for her were thick ancient books.

"Copy slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Zhao Yutang thought that even if he copied it in a hurry, it would take at least three or four days to complete it.

"I haven't finished copying the scriptures. Am I not allowed to participate in your God's Festival?"

Zhu Yu's fingertips holding the paper paused slightly, and his eyes condensed.

It turns out that she wanted to believe in the mountain god because she wanted to participate in the God of Congratulations Festival?
"You can participate."

Zhu Yu's tone was light, but for some reason, his mood seemed to have suddenly worsened. He was sulking for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and took off the ruby ​​earring from his left ear, and threw it on the table with a slight sigh. A small crisp sound.

Zhao Yutang looked up when he heard the sound, and first saw the earring that was rolling to his hand. He picked it up and touched it. The ruby ​​had no impurities at all. It was cut into a drop shape, and there were dark patterns engraved on it. It was very delicate and beautiful.

She raised her eyes, "Why don't you wear it?"

Zhu Yu looked at her beautiful and soft eyebrows and quiet eyes, and his anger suddenly dissipated. He suddenly felt that his behavior of throwing earrings was too childish and boring, as if he was trying to attract someone's attention on purpose. Not like his style.He pursed his lips, a trace of confusion about himself flashed in his eyes, but he still couldn't help but lie, "...it's a bit heavy."

Zhao Yutang glanced at the well-worn earring on his right ear and knew that his excuse was just made up. She was not annoyed and took the initiative to walk to him with the earring in her hand, "Til your head and I'll put it on for you. "

She was very close at once, wearing his velvet robe. The faint scent of jasmine was familiar yet unfamiliar, as if it had appeared in Zhu Yu's dream. He was instantly at a loss as to what to do, but he did not avoid it, and just moved obediently. He moved his stiff body and exposed his left ear.

Feeling a bit of coldness, Zhao Yutang bent down slightly and pinched his thin earlobe with her fingertips. She first observed the small, inconspicuous hole in his earlobe, and then carefully and conscientiously put the earring through the hole. Halfway through putting it on, he asked thoughtfully, "Does it hurt?"

Because of her bent posture, she was very close. When she spoke, her warm breath fell on her earlobes and side of her neck. Zhu Yu felt dizzy. Her ears were filled with the noisy heartbeat of her own, and her back seemed to be sweating. , he didn't know if he wanted to escape, or if he wanted her to get closer.

"...It doesn't hurt."

Zhao Yutang put the earrings on for him and flicked them twice. He watched the earrings swaying gently with a pleasant smile on his lips.

She did not hesitate to praise her, "It suits you very well, you are very beautiful."

Zhu Yu lowered his head and did not dare to look at her. He tried his best to control the spread of the blush on his neck. He picked up the pen again and continued to copy the scriptures. He pretended to be distracted and successfully made Zhao Yutang stop talking.

But she stopped talking to herself, and Zhu Yu felt a little unexplainably disappointed.

Zhao Yutang didn't know that Zhu Yu had been distracted all afternoon while he was copying the scriptures. She was very patient and had already finished copying one-fifth of the scriptures while Zhu Yu was pretending to be wandering away from the world.

She tidied the table and watched the sky getting darker. "I'm going to help Canaan cook."

Zhu Yu said "Oh" dryly, but didn't say what he wanted to say.

Jianan was very capable. Not only was he good at cooking, but he also lit the stove very well. With his hands, the stove that Zhao Yutang had extinguished last night was ignited again, and the whole house was warm.

Canaan patted the cinders on his hands and said with a smile, "The stove is ready. Sister, you don't have to go to Moro's place to sleep today. The soft couch is not as comfortable as the bed."

Zhao Yutang smiled and did not answer his words.

It snowed again that night, and he went to bed very early without any means of entertainment. However, Zhu Yu's room kept an oil lamp burning. He sat with his scripture in hand until midnight. He didn't read the book, but kept paying attention to what was going on outside. movement.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could barely hear the sound of falling snow, but nothing else.

No one wanted to come to him.

The snow was falling more and more rapidly, and the temperature inside the house was getting lower and lower. Zhao Yutang woke up once in the middle of the night, lit a lamp and added some charcoal fire to the stove. When he was about to go to bed, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, and a blurred light was reflected on the door. silhouette.

She walked over and opened the door, "Zhu Yu?"

Zhu Yu only wore a velvet robe, and all the jewelry on his body had been taken off. His whole person was naturally cold and flawless. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was low, but it was enough for people to hear clearly.

He said, "...the furnace in my house went out."