Momentarily speechless

章节字数：2046更新时间：10-12-0719:17

In the elegant bamboo house, there are two sleeping men, one black and one white, there is an indescribable harmony. The man in black is lying flat on the left side of the man in white, taking up almost all the space of the bed, while the man in white on the right is sideways Sleeping against the wall, his sleepy face was pale with exhaustion, but the man in black didn't know anything about it, he just felt that he was sleeping comfortably.

The white ghost slept very lightly, and woke up before the five o'clock. Looking at You Yunfeng's sleeping face, it was not a deliberate indifference, but a child-like sleeping face. The white ghost reached out to touch You Yunfeng's face , but the white ghost stopped in mid-air, not wanting to wake You Yunfeng who was sleeping.

The white ghost got up from the bed lightly, without making a sound, changed his clothes, and before leaving, he glanced at You Yunfeng and left.

The white ghost's face is no longer so pale and bloody, and he has gained some popularity. He is no longer that gloomy white ghost, but a handsome and elegant young man.

Not long after the white ghost left, You Yunfeng woke up.

You Yunfeng slept soundly that night, maybe he was too tired, when he opened his eyes, he found that the not very spacious bamboo bed was occupied by himself, and the person beside him had disappeared, maybe he had left Bar.

You Yunfeng sighed leisurely: I haven't thanked him yet, I just left like this, really.

Foggy this morning.

The fog is in the air.

Among the quiet green bamboos, the black clothes were clearly visible amidst the mist.

A pair of unruly eyes in the mist opened darkly, and gradually closed in the darkness, a few drops of dew left on his eyebrows from the branches and leaves, which seemed to be tears from him.

The fog was thick, and a white shadow broke into such a quiet bamboo forest, standing silently behind the man in black, waiting and guarding.

When the man in black turned around and left, the man in white came out of the mist in the bamboo forest like a ghost, holding a paper bag in his hand.

The man in black and the man in white faced each other, and neither of them moved. Time seemed to have stopped between them.

The handsome face of the man in black was full of bewilderment and surprise, his black eyes hid joy, and his thin lips were slightly raised, as if a ray of phantom in the mist would disappear at any time.

The man in white didn't dare to move, didn't want to move, couldn't move, he just wanted to keep this phantom, standing for a long time, even after thousands of years like this, he was willing.

In the vast mist, it seemed that through the net woven in the thick fog, he broke through the fog and found the other person he was looking for.

"You..." I don't know who opened the mouth and made the sound, which awakened the two people who were in a daze.

You Yunfeng thought that the white ghost had already left, but he never thought that a white ghost suddenly appeared in this bamboo forest, and he felt faintly happy and happy in his heart. He was grateful to the white ghost, and the white ghost's hard personality was something he admired and respected. Yes, so I don't want this person to leave just like that. If the white ghost is willing and they are not enemies, he believes that they will definitely become friends or comrades-in-arms.

"Which one is in your hand?" You Yunfeng looked at the paper bag in Bai Gui's hand and asked suspiciously.

"Food, for you." The white ghost put the paper bag in You Yunfeng's hand.

The paper bag is still warm, knowing that the white ghost went to the city early in the morning, just to help him buy these foods, he might be starving him, but he forgot his wounds, running all the way is afraid that The wound opened again.

You Yunfeng put on a solemn face: "Don't you know that you can't walk around with your injury at all?" In fact, You Yunfeng has already regarded the white ghost as his friend in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit towards the white ghost unconsciously. cared.

The white ghost said: "Injury? It's all right now."

You Yunfeng sighed helplessly: "You..."

"These are all pastries?" You Yunfeng opened the paper bag, which contained some colorful and fragrant pastries, and there was still some heat in the pastries.

"Because I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought one of each."

You Yunfeng really has nothing to do with the white ghost at this time, isn't there steamed buns besides pastries?

"Do you want to eat together?" You Yunfeng handed a piece of plum cake to the white ghost, so much cake that he couldn't finish it by himself.

"Yeah." The white ghost glanced at You Yunfeng, then at the plum cake in You Yunfeng's hand and nodded, took the attractive plum cake, put it in his mouth and bit it, the taste was sweet but not greasy , soft and delicious, Bai Gui ate this delicious plum cake with a satisfied face.

There are many kinds of cakes that Baigui bought. You Yunfeng picked a piece of snow-white and crystal-clear white sugar cake, and took a bite slowly. It really was "Yujie Bingqing's self-esteem, sweet, smooth, tough and coquettish", and You Yunfeng was about to take another bite of white sugar When making the cake, he saw that the white ghost had already eaten a piece of cake, staring at the pastry on the paper bag from time to time. Suddenly, You Yunfeng felt that this white ghost was not like a killer at all, but a gluttonous child. You Yunfeng wrapped the paper bag All the cakes were placed in the arms of the white ghost.

"I can't eat so much by myself, you can eat."

The white ghost looked at You Yunfeng suspiciously, saw You Yunfeng nodded, hugged the paper bag, picked up another piece of pastry and ate it, biting it, as if he had never eaten it before.

"You seem to like eating these cakes." Seeing the white ghost eating cakes, he remembered that he was the man in white who passed by him that day, who made him feel as if he was only one step away from death, It's just that the night was too dark at that time, so he didn't see him clearly, and his thoughts were messed up by Yuan Nongxiao and Chu Muyang, so he completely forgot about him, and remembered that he seemed to be They are always eating cakes.

"Well, because my mother used to make it for me." The white ghost put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth, his eyes darkened.

"Your mother?" You Yunfeng didn't expect the white ghost to have a mother.

"Well, but she is dead, so I want to get back the pastry that tastes like mother's pastry." The white ghost looked down at the pastry on the paper bag with a calm expression, as if he was talking about someone else rather than his mother. Same.