The character design is always clear and strange [Comprehensive martial arts]

Yuan Dongyuan held his forehead, feeling unwell.

It seems that every time he visited his wife's grave, he would feel unwell.

If he didn't believe in gods, Buddhas or ghosts, he would have wondered if he was entangled by her.

It has been many years, and the loquat tree at home has dried up without a trace. Only by walking into the ancestral grave in front of her grave can I recall their past.

Yuan Dongyuan didn't want to think of her anymore, thinking of her would remind him of the unhappiness between them, such a strong woman really didn't let him appreciate it.

The only thing that satisfied him was that his wife gave birth to a son with a strong talent in martial arts for Wuzheng Villa.

However, it is not perfect at all, and this son can't see it.

Yuan Dongyuan felt that fate was really unfair. Of course he also had illegitimate children, but among his children, those with eyes were not as talented as Yuan Suiyun in martial arts.

Even though he once had a heart to support Ku Mei and her younger brother, he finally gave up this idea because of their unworthy mother clan.

He had sent them away, dismissed the idea, why did they get it back?

Yuan Dongyuan felt a little dissatisfied when his son mentioned that Kumei had come to look for him.

This kind of dissatisfaction is not aimed at anyone, maybe it is dissatisfied with everyone.

Dissatisfied with Yuan Suiyun's imperfection.

I am dissatisfied that Master Kumei is too ignorant of current affairs.

Dissatisfied with Mrs. Kumei's younger brother Yuan Sidong's talent is so much worse than Yuan Suiyun.

He is also dissatisfied with Yuan Suiyun's frequent contact with his mother-in-law's family recently, wanting to get out of his control.

Hmph, there is nothing that can satisfy him.

The son-in-law who displeased the old owner is in the bedroom, coaxing a lazy warbler who doesn't want to get up.

Nightingale lay in his arms, grabbed his black hair and said, "If you really want me to get up, just say something nice to coax me. I will cooperate as soon as I am happy~"

Yuan Suiyun smiled helplessly: "You know I'm not good at words, I don't know how to say that kind of thing."

Nightingale pouted, and had her own theory: "If you have me in your heart, everything you say will be nice, but if you don't have me in your heart, you will definitely not be able to say something nice."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yuan Suiyun shook his head lightly.

Nightingale stretched out her hand, looked up at him, and squeezed Yuan Suiyun's chin.

"Of course it's not nonsense, it's the truth. If you don't tell me, I'm going to be angry."

Yuan Suiyun's ears were stained red, he paused for a moment and said, "You are embarrassing me."

Nightingale was very disappointed: "Just say a few words of love to coax me, will this make you feel very embarrassed?"

Yuan Suiyun answered him sternly: "It's a bit embarrassing."

Nightingale's face darkened in an instant: "You are so talented and have so many poems and songs. Wouldn't it be easy to coax me by just reading a love poem for me?"

Mingming's study room made a tweet, talking about the past and the present and talking about major events in a clear and logical manner, but when it comes to him, he is unwilling to say a word of love.Is this just not loving him?

It's too much!

Nightingale even thought, did she take this dog man too seriously?This man, he doesn't necessarily like himself as much as he likes him.

That's what it feels like to really pay wrong.

Dog man, too hateful!

Yuan Suiyun felt the pressure on his chin loosen, obviously the little guy was upset.

He sighed.

The green gauze-pasted windows were half open, letting in soft light.

The light and shadow in the room are not very clear, and Yuan Suiyun's sharp-edged face looks much gentler.

He moved closer, and Nightingale snorted angrily and turned her head away from him.

No matter how good the hue is, it can't relieve his anger.

Yuan Suiyun lowered his head and explained to Nightingale very carefully: "I do know a little about poetry and songs. If I were asked to write about swords, guns and halberds, interesting stories about rivers and lakes, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, or about mountains and rivers and scenery, I would be able to write superficially. A few sentences. But if you want me to write about you, I can’t write it.”

"Hey!" Nightingale turned around angrily, clenched her fists without saying a word, and directly hit Yuan Suiyun on the shoulder.He has the heart to break up.

"What do you mean? Anything is fine, but I can't! Do I have such a low status in your heart?"

Yuan Suiyun shook his head.

He held the little guy's fist and rubbed it funny.

"How am I going to write it?" He sighed, full of sourness.

Yuan Suiyun's voice was low, like a whisper, explaining to Nightingale: "I can't see your face, I can only hear your voice. I'm afraid it will make you laugh, even if sometimes you don't know anything, just Hearing your footsteps, hearing your breathing while sleeping, even if you are close to me, it makes me feel lovesick.”

Nightingale was stunned.He looked at the man without blinking.

His slightly thin and bony hands stretched out tentatively, and gently landed on the top of Nightingale's head.

The slender and slightly callused fingers moved down, gently stroking Nightingale's face.

He murmured: "I really want to see you. It's a pity that I won't be able to see you in my whole life."

"Before you, I never thought that someone would be with me for the rest of my life. So sorry."

Nightingale was blushing and dizzy.He was a little sad, but also a little elated, pressing the corner of his upturned mouth and asking: "What are you sorry for?"

"I have done too little for you. If I had known that I would meet you, and that you liked poetry, I should have started writing from literacy. Before I met you, I would have prepared [-] poems. In this way, when I met you After that, I can read a love poem to you every day, coaxing you until you grow old."

His fingertips touched the lips of his sweetheart and stroked gently.

Yuan Suiyun leans over and kisses lightly.

He was a little embarrassed, hugged the little guy, hid his thin red face behind him, and begged for mercy in the little guy's ear: "I used to write some superficial poems, but after meeting you, I suddenly ran out of talent. I can't even think of a love poem. Shiyu, can you please don't blame me."

He hugged Nightingale tightly in his arms, and promised: "Although I can't write love poems now, I will definitely treat you well."

Choo Choo Choo!

Ah!

Nightingale blushed and nodded.If he could still remember the transformation, he might turn into a nightingale and fly hundreds of times around Yuan Suiyun.

"I, I forgive you."

Slimy hug for a while.

Nightingale suddenly turned her head, "Jiu Mi", and kissed Yuan Suiyun's ear.

Touching Yuan Suiyun's skin, he seemed to be able to feel the blood flow under the skin, and his heart beating like a drum.

Nightingale took the initiative to wrap her arms around the opponent's waist, and muttered indistinctly while lying in his arms: "I will forgive you this time, you must prepare [-] love poems in your next life."

Yuan Suiyun felt the warmth of the person in his arms, and gently shook him to coax him: "Okay, if you are happy, I will prepare [-] love poems for you in the next life."

Nightingale was a little amused when he heard his exaggerated promise.

"So much, in the next life, the next life, can you write it?"

Feeling sweet and bitter at the same time in his heart, he scolded and said, "You're coaxing me again, so just perfunctory."

Yuan Suiyun smiled lightly and said: "It's not perfunctory. If I get on the Naihe Bridge, I won't drink Meng Po soup. I miss you very much since I was born, and I start writing about you when I know how to read.

You have so many petty tempers, don't like maple leaves, don't like rain, don't like me leaving you, these countless bad habits, I have no problem writing [-] sentences. "

Nightingale felt that his heartbeat had been fed to the dog, and he couldn't believe it: "Is there not even a little bit of me in your heart?"

Yuan Suiyun thought for a while and said, "A little bit is good."

"Which point?"

"Speak, what point?"

Yuan Suiyun smiled without saying a word, coaxed and kissed him again, and changed the topic.

There's only one thing that's good, it's all about his heartbeat.

There are tens of thousands of mortals in the world, and he is the only one.