White Feather Huaisha

Su Yu turned pale with fright, threw the dog, the umbrella and the rein away, and ran over in three or two steps, rubbing his hands on the corner of his clothes, "Oh, oh, look, what did I say..."

A Gu got up from the ant nest, grabbed Su Yu by the collar, and was so angry that he wanted to swallow Su Yusheng, "... why didn't you say it earlier!"

Su Yu wanted to say that you didn't listen to what he clearly said, but after thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't say anything to A Gu, so he nodded and bowed down and arranged for A Gu to sit on the side as an uncle, and built a house by himself.

Anyway, it's spring and it's not that cold, so I built a room out of wood.With a clean place and a good bed, it is almost ready for people to live in, but there is no big stove, and pancakes cannot be baked, so I have to go to Yanyan's house often to eat.

He's not too embarrassed about things like rubbing rice, but A Gu is, so whether it's wild vegetable steamed buns or mutton, it's all up to A Gu!

Having said that, during the day, Yanyan said that people in Jinling are very masculine, but he didn't expect that the young people nowadays are so good at playing, he didn't even think about such a thing.

But Ah Gu must be joking, right?A Gu looks like a dude, but his work is fairly reliable.

Su Yu sat on the edge of the bed with his chin in his hands and pondered. Gu, who was pondered by him, had already fallen asleep, and patted him on the forehead sleepily, "Auntie, still not asleep?"

Su Yusheng was afraid of being seen through, so he quickly lay down, "Sleep, sleep."

He said he was asleep, but he just rubbed against the edge of the bed, barely falling off.

There used to be one bed in Su Yu's house, but now there are two after A Gu.Now both beds are burned, and the two big men have to make do to sleep together.

A Gu kicked his butt again and again, "If you want to sleep on the floor, you can sleep on the floor. It's all because of my family's politeness."

Su Yu explained: "After working all day, I smell bad."

A Gu hooked his waist with his feet, "I have rhinitis, so I am naturally suitable for sleeping with stinky children."

Su Yu became soft when he scratched, and itched a few times. He was hooked in front of A Gu and didn't move.

It was rare for A Gu to close his eyes peacefully, his eyebrows were long and long, like a lady in a picture of a lady.The eyebrow peaks are extremely sharp, and under the shadow of the moonlight, the eyelashes are slender and distinct.Those golden powder-like shadows swept over the place where the thin lips were raised, and finally scratched softly between the teeth.

Su Yu couldn't help looking at it for a while, and it took a long time to wake up, his spine felt chills for a long time.

After a while, he guessed that A Gu was fast asleep, and rubbed back against the bed, but A Gu kicked his ass again.

Su Yu clutched his butt, this time he was so sad and angry that he was about to cry, "You Erlang God, you have three eyes?!"

A Gu didn't even open his eyes, "I think you are Mrs. Yuanzhen and the Three Holy Mothers. If you don't go to Danxia Road in the Heavenly Palace, you'd rather go for the poor life on earth. Sister, what's good on earth? You don't want to stay with brother so much. Nine Heavens?"

Su Yu muttered, "Why do I have to sleep with you? I'm not broken."

A Gu had given up on reasoning with Su Yu, and kicked the upright and pure little boy back to the bed, "Is it love?"

Su Yu nestled beside the bed, and heard A Gu's breath gradually grow evenly, but he couldn't sleep, so he simply took out the iron box from his arms.

The letter that had been washed and damaged by A Gu was flattened by him, and the ink marks were no longer clear, only a few fragmented characters could be barely made out, "Ling", "Track", "North"...

What is that person trying to say?

In his sleep, A Gu vaguely heard the wind rising outside, and the faint sound of rain crashing on the wooden roof.Thunder and lightning fell one after another, and something moved slightly in his arms.

He opened his eyes in a haze, and was about to slap away the little smelly dog ​​who was usually afraid of thunder and sticking to his arms, when the gesture suddenly stopped.

——Su Yu buried his disheveled head in his shoulder, hugged his slender arms, and was not sleeping peacefully.Bai Bai frowned, as if worrying in a dream.

Judging from A Gu's considerable experience, Su Yu's sleeping position is quite standard.With arms folded, it doesn't look as if you are relying on him very much, but your head is on your shoulders, your body is in line, and the weight is on him.In other words, it was a standard demon concubine's sleeping position.

Gee.

If this posture was placed in the palace, at least she would be a noble concubine, and what about that cheap queen.

It's a good thing that the current emperor is a bad old man, and it's a good thing that Su Yu is a brat who can fight.

A Gu withdrew his palm to hit the dog, and gently placed it on the top of Su Yu's head.Pressing his thumbs between his eyebrows, he slowly rubbed away the sorrow that didn't match his age.

The warm texture smoothed out the dream, and the tip of the bright red tongue licked the pouting lips, and now Su Yu was completely asleep, and the letter paper in his hand showed a little side, as if it was azurite-sprinkled gold batik paper.

A Gu's heart skipped a beat, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, A Gu pulled out the flattened letter from his hand.

Although the letter paper has been soaked in water, it is obviously produced by Jinling Cangxiazhai, and it is quite heavy to hold.The handwriting on it is blurred and dried up, but the strokes can be seen through the moonlight, the strokes are extremely long, and they are also very... familiar.

A Gu glanced at Su Yu's face again. Su Yu's eyes were closed, and the eyelashes at the end of his eyes were long and curved, making him look even more immature and delicate.

A few words on the letter paper can still be seen clearly. A Gu vaguely grasped the words from his memory. ".

After five or six years of smoke, willow, gold powder and ink aroma, the heart covered with an unhealed knife mark beat uncontrollably.

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