[Comprehensive] White Moonlight's Fancy Whitewashing History

When he returned to Wen's house, Jun Yumo didn't hide anything from Wen Changfeng. Anyway, Wen Changfeng would know sooner or later.He took the initiative to tell Wen Changfeng about his visit to Aunt Yin today.

Because of Wen Changfeng's outstanding medical skills, Jun Yumo urged him to prescribe a prescription for Aunt Yin, and then sent someone to deliver it to Aunt Yin.

I finally waited until mid-March, and I didn't expect that all the peach blossoms outside had already bloomed.

When Jun Yumo was basking in the sun in the yard, he could see the petals falling on the book.

Wen Changfeng changed the place of teaching from the study to the courtyard where he lived. Sometimes Wen Changfeng would stay for dinner like today.Jun Yumo was reading at the side, while he was playing the piano at the side.

This is probably the most beautiful picture Jun Yumo has ever seen.

Wen Changfeng, dressed in white, was sitting under the peach blossom tree, the sound of the piano gradually started, and the warm breeze brought the smell of the wine that was brewing next to him.

The aroma of wine is not intoxicating, but one is intoxicated.

He hastily withdrew his gaze, pretending to read the book seriously, but his ears blushed unconsciously.

Hongying, who was refilling the wine, couldn't help laughing, while Jun Yumo was even more embarrassed.

His throat suddenly felt a little thirsty, and when Jun Yumo wanted to take the wine glass from Hongying's hand, she stopped her: "Young master, no."

Jun Yumo quietly glanced at Wen Changfeng, and found that he was also looking at him with a smile.An unreasonable irritability rose in Jun Yumo's heart, and he remembered that his body was only 14 years old, and indeed he could not drink alcohol.

"Is there any tea? Sister Hongying."

The sternness on Hongying's face dissipated: "I'll make a pot for the young master."

After she left, Jun Yumo found that now only he and Wen Changfeng were left.

The atmosphere became ambiguous, Jun Yumo coughed a few times, but kept staring at the book.

But the eyes behind him were too hot, he couldn't even ignore them.

"You want to drink?"

Jun Yumo looked at him in surprise when he heard his question, and then nodded slowly.

Wen Changfeng took his own cup and poured out a little into a pot of warm wine, not much, it was only for tasting.

"Drink."

Jun Yumo was a little surprised, but he spoiled himself in everything.

Suddenly a breeze blew, and a petal fell into the wine glass. He was blinded by the wind, and when he took the wine glass, he accidentally touched Wen Changfeng's fingertips.

It was an extremely warm touch, like cold jade, so cold that it was not like the temperature of a living person.

Jun Yumo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly drank the wine in one gulp.

He drank boldly, and then licked his lips twice in a still unsatisfied way.

When Wen Changfeng took the cup, his eyes fell on his lips, lingered for a moment and then moved away gently.

At this time, Hongying happened to come back with a pot of tea.

The scent of tea rose, she poured a pot of hot tea for Jun Yumo, and found that his face was completely red.Hongying glanced at Jun Yumo suspiciously: "Young master... did you drink just now?"

Jun Yumo hurriedly shook his head guilty, and after taking a sip of hot tea, the taste of alcohol in his mouth lessened a lot.

He happened to see a lot of peach blossoms planted in the yard, with petals falling all over the ground, and the other yard probably wouldn't have so many, so he hesitated and asked, "There are so many peach blossoms in this yard."

Hongying also showed nostalgia: "Yes, they were all planted when the young master was reborn."

Jun Yumo glanced at Wen Changfeng in surprise, and found that he was drinking warm wine as usual.

Hong Ying said again: "At that time, the young master was praised by many people... They said that the eldest son of our Wen family is kind-hearted and good at medicine, and he has treated many children outside."

Jun Yumo still doesn't quite understand Wen Changfeng, he seems to have no scruples in front of him, and he doesn't hide the matter of crossing the soul at all.

For some reason, Jun Yumo suddenly felt playful, and he asked tentatively, "Sister Hongying, I am also one of the children treated by the eldest young master of the Wen family."

Hong Ying felt a sense of doubt, glanced at Wen Changfeng, then at Jun Yumo: "But..."

She remembered that the young master was brought back by the young master.

Wen Changfeng's complexion changed slightly, he finally put down his wine glass, and took Jun Yumo out of Hongying's sight.

Deep in the peach blossoms, he smiled at Jun Yumo: "Ah Mo, what do you want to do?"

This smile was obviously harmless, but it made Jun Yumo feel cold all over.

"Mister did save me." Jun Yumo sent back the words intact.

From his point of view, Wen Changfeng gave him so many red beans, not necessarily in the same way as Xiaoliu.

He is also testing him.

Jun Yumo felt that he should not be careless. The breeze brought up the petals of the peach blossoms. He was fascinated by them, and couldn't help saying: "This place is as beautiful as a fairyland, and so many peach blossoms were planted by Mr. himself. Today, I heard sister Hongying say When I think of this, I still feel a little surprised.”

Wen Changfeng lowered his eyes halfway: "Really? The real fairyland is only cold."

Jun Yumo couldn't help frowning slightly, and then quickly let go, showing a naive expression: "Sir, have you ever seen a fairyland?"

This sentence seemed to be too obvious, Wen Changfeng suddenly chuckled.

Under the peach blossoms, Wen Changfeng was dressed in white, which perfectly matched the gentle peach blossoms: "How could I have seen them?"

He has this temperament in him, as if as long as he smiles, it will make people feel like a spring breeze.

A strange emotion suddenly rose in Jun Yumo's heart.

In this temptation, after all, he was the first to be curious about him——

Curiosity means the moment before the fall.

In the end, Wen Changfeng was more skilled.

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It was almost lunch time, and they went back together after not long in Taohualin.

There are really too many red beans, and every time I go back to the room, I can feel the feeling of being extremely crowded.

Jun Yumo's face was not very good, and he pointed and asked: "Sir, can I distribute these red beans to the poor people in the street?"

Wen Changfeng smiled lightly, and before Jun Yumo was completely surprised, his expression returned to normal: "If Ah Mo wants to, he can give some of it to others."

Jun Yu Mo is embarrassed, he must have laughed just now, right?Surely?

This time it really wasn't his illusion!

"Then... sir, can you send it with me?" How could he do this kind of drudgery alone!

Wen Changfeng's lips showed a gentle arc, and then he looked at him: "Ah Mo is inviting me?"

When he made such an expression, Jun Yumo instantly understood Wen Changfeng's mind...

he!No!willing!meaning!

Jun Yumo smiled back: "Sir, if you are free, I want to go with you!"

Wen Changfeng's smile was a little stiff.

"Then when is Ah Mo planning to go?"

There was a slight change in his tone, but he still couldn't escape Jun Yumo's ears. This kind of reluctance, but he still wanted to act like he was willing, which made Jun Yumo's smile a bit smug : "Is this afternoon okay?"

Wen Changfeng's eyes flickered, and he said lightly: "Okay, wait for me to go back and change clothes."

Jun Yumo and Wen Changfeng bid farewell, and when they made an appointment at the gate of Wen's residence, they couldn't help feeling a little elated.

For this reason, the smile on his face never stopped.

Does Wen Changfeng have any regrets now?He had confronted him so many times, but he was the one who was deflated, and now seeing Wen Changfeng deflated once, why is he so happy!

Jun Yumo's current mood is just one word - cool!

He waited for a quarter of an hour, but he didn't expect the sky to become overcast.This is the case in early spring. When the sun shines, the wind is also warm.But when it rains, it gets very cold.Jun Yumo stood here for a long time, his body couldn't help but began to tremble.

When the cold wind blew, he had no choice but to wrap himself in the light spring shirt he was wearing.

"Why am I afraid of the cold in every world?" Jun Yumo muttered to himself, and couldn't help but put on a bitter smile.

His thoughts suddenly flew very far away, the scenery of Nanqu Town is a must, when he and that person traveled all over the mountains and rivers, he had never seen such a beautiful place.

Thinking of him, Jun Yumo's whole body would be frozen, which was more serious than his chills.

At this time, the sky began to rain again.

Jun Yumo was about to take shelter from the rain, but felt a cloud over his head, and an oil-paper umbrella hit his head.

His eyes narrowed, and he looked back subconsciously, only to see Wen Changfeng holding an umbrella in one hand and covering him with a white cloak in the other.

"Put it on, the cold spring is not over, and you are not in good health."

At that moment, all the bitterness and coldness were covered by a small cloak.

Warmth is sometimes only in an instant, too fast for people to catch.

In the end, only a faint residual temperature remained.

Jun Yumo closed the cloak with both hands, his whole face was sunken inside, and he was still trembling in his words: "Mr. is going back to get the cloak?"

Wen Changfeng glanced at him, and saw that his tone was muffled, his eyes were half down, and he looked very preoccupied.

He shouldn't be like this, when he was forced to hand out red beans just now, where did his smug look go?

Wen Changfeng looked at him, and suddenly put his hand on his head and patted him lightly twice.

"Aren't you going to deliver red beans? Let's go..."

He walked ahead holding an umbrella, and the servant holding the red beans immediately handed Jun Yumo an umbrella.

Jun Yumo quickly opened the oil-paper umbrella and hit it on the head.

It's just that his action just now made Jun Yumo gently touch the tip of his hair with his clean and slender fingers. It was an indescribable feeling, trembling at the apex of his heart, and then the warm residual temperature spread infinitely. enlarge.

Under the drizzle, Jun Yumo trembled slightly while holding the umbrella.

It was easy for him to see through him, the pain that Jun Yumo thought he had hidden well was all dispelled by Wen Changfeng's actions just now.

After all, he showed a smile and walked along Wen Changfeng's footsteps——

"Sir, wait for me!"