How a sick heartthrob can refuse love [Quick Transmigration]

spring.The eve of the Soul Seizing Contest.

Pianyou opened the closet, flicked her fingers over the clothes, and finally stopped on a white dress with silver borders.A few days ago, he cut a section of brocade, carefully and slowly cut and sewed it up, and it was just finished yesterday.Someone once made clothes for him, studied women's makeup for him, wrapped him with rouge, hairpins, and brocade, trying to hide it from the eyes of the world.That child who can't speak, doesn't know the rest of his life? Will he live a happy life, and will his life be better after regaining the ability to express?

Pianyou took off the white shirt, and her thoughts returned to Ah Liang.Tomorrow is the Spirit Seizing Contest, and only Ah Liang, who has built a foundation, is likely to be injured.Pianyou couldn't do anything for him, so she sewed a dress herself, and treated others like someone once did for him.

Qiu Yuliang stood by the bed, with his hands down, a little shyness on his face that he couldn't see clearly.Pianyou walked over slowly, stood in front of Qiu Yuliang, hooked the narrow belt with her slender fingers, untied it slowly and threw it on the bed, and took off her outer shirt.The new clothes with white and silver borders were slowly draped over Qiu Yuliang's body. His hands fell from his shoulders to his waist. He squatted down, closed the clothes, and fastened his belt.

The waist was tightened with a silk belt, the clothes fit just right, Pianyou stood up, and praised sincerely: "Young man in white, he is full of vigor." The indistinct shame on Qiu Yuliang's pretendingly calm face gradually became clear.

Seeing the light redness, Pianyou smiled and patted Qiu Yuliang's shoulder.A Liang stood where he was, his face becoming hotter and hotter.Seeing this, Pianyou stopped joking and started talking about business: "Ah Liang, you can do your best tomorrow. Do your best, let nature take its course, I will be fine no matter what."

Naturally, Qiu Yuliang wouldn't just do his best. Trying his best equals powerlessness. He is self-aware of his own strength.But he didn't want to worry about Pianyou, so he nodded in agreement.Flicking the clothes with his fingers, Qiu Yuliang felt the needles and threads on it, and imagined the scene of Pianyou holding the needle and thread slowly passing through the satin in the morning light and afternoon, passing through the eye of a needle, followed by a thread After passing through and breaking countless small holes, a long piece of fabric finally took shape.

Now it fits right on him.

Pianyou grabbed Qiu Yuliang's restless hand that touched the shirt, and said a little embarrassedly: "Some? The stitches are not very good, is it piercing?"

Qiu Yuliang couldn't help laughing, and held up Pianyou's fingers with the other hand, and when the left and right hands were clasped, they just wrapped Pianyou's whole hand: "No, it's very comfortable to wear, I like it very much, I don't know it Touched the ground." He raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, carefully observing whether there were any traces of needle holes, and when he saw that this hand was there, he held the other hand and raised it. I was relieved when there were no needle holes in both hands.

"I'm very happy that Ayou gave me the clothes." Qiu Yuliang held his hands that were partial to you and smiled. "I'm even happier that Ayou was not injured. The needlework is ruthless, and it hurts a lot when it gets pricked by a needle."

Pianyou held Qiu Yuliang's hand instead, and took advantage of this moment to persuade softly: "A sword has no eyes, but needlework is much more ruthless. Ah Liang, you are only nineteen, and the future is very long. Don't work hard, okay?"

Qiu Yuliang looked down at Pianyou, You's always indifferent expression was covered with a layer of worry, the worry was very hazy, like white mist, but it couldn't be melted away.

Not wanting to be entangled in mist with worry, he grabbed Pianyou's hand and lay back, and Pianyou was brought to lie on the bed together.Caught off guard, Qiu Yuliang was pressed under him as a meat pad.There was no pain from the fall, but there was no defense against the sudden fall, Pianyou held up her palms and complained with a smile: "Qiu Yuliang, what are you doing?"

Qiu Yuliang hugged Pianyou, not letting him get up: "I'm so tired, I'm asleep."

Seeing A Liang's suddenly serious expression, Pian You smiled slightly, without struggling, she put her head on A Liang's chest, and said softly, "Then lie down for a while."

They lay down for more than a while, and they didn't get up until the sky became dark and gloomy.Perhaps Qiu Yuliang's chest was too hard, and he had been lying down for too long, his neck was a little uncomfortable, and the blood flow was not smooth.Seeing this, Qiu Yuliang quickly stretched his hand towards Pianyou's neck to prepare for a massage, but flinched from the sudden coldness, Pianyou quickly pushed it away, and complained slightly: "Don't do this." His tone was soft and waxy .

As soon as the words came out, he felt that the voice was not right, so he coughed, stood up with his palms propped up and gave the order to chase away guests: "It's getting late, Ah Liang, come back, and have a good rest."

Qiu Yuliang, who was lying on the bed, smiled silently, a little pampered, but when Pianyou turned around, she hastily smoothed the corners of her mouth, and said solemnly: "Okay, then I'm leaving, Ayou, remember to cover the quilt at night? .” He stood up slowly, with obvious reluctance.

When he left the bed and saw the wrinkles on the clothes, Qiu Yuliang suddenly remembered that the clothes were specially made by Ayou, and they weren't the outer disciple wholesale clothes he usually wears.Damn, just forgot.He patted the clothes carefully, and patted the folds away one by one.

Pianyou watched from the side as he lowered his head to pat his clothes, but didn't step forward to help.

After seeing Qiu Yuliang off, Pianyou leaned on the pillar and looked at the gate, and Qin Sang came quietly.

"You guys really have a good relationship." Qin Sang leaned on another pillar and looked at the gate as well.The patterns on the door are thin and far away, Qin Sang can see the roots clearly.

"I've given you a hundred copies of the cheats." Pian You turned his head to look at the protagonist who had a small mole in front of him, "Will you let me down?"

"Do you care?" Qin Sang raised his eyes and asked.

Pianyou looked at the sky that was turning dark, and said, "Maybe."

"Today is the last time," Pianyou walked into the room, and took out his usual jade bowl and knife to bleed, but Qin Sang, who followed, grabbed his wrist.

"No need," Qin Sang shook her head, "I didn't come to you for this."

The white wrist in his hand was very thin, Qin Sang held it tightly.Pianyou looked at him, but didn't push him away.The two of them sat and squatted until the cold wind opened the window, and Qin Sang suddenly recovered and let go of his wrists.

"Are you going to be a furnace?" Qin Sang asked in a strange tone.Pianyou couldn't understand the meaning in his words, put away both the bowl and the knife, and said, "I have always been."

"You Nu, You Nu, the stove that Yan Yunzong raised, isn't it?"

Qin Sang squatted in confusion, her legs felt a little numb, and she sat on the ground directly.The wooden floor is not cool, but Qin Sang feels chilly in his heart.

"Why don't you resist?" During these days together, Qin Sang felt that You Nu was by no means powerless to resist.Obviously he has no cultivation base, and looks fragile, as if he will fall and break if he is not held in someone's arms, but Qin Sang inexplicably feels that when the fragile skin is peeled off, the soul inside is not like that.

Pianyou washed two fruits and handed one to Qin Sang, but did not answer the question.

Qin Sang sat on the floor and gnawed slowly, the juice fell on the palm of her hand and then dripped down, thinking that there would be no one here anyway, so she didn't bother to find something to catch it.

The fruit juice hit the ground, making a small ball of the floor dizzy, Qin Sang looked at it with indescribable annoyance.He had already achieved his goal, the plan before coming to this small courtyard was perfect or even overfulfilled, everything went so smoothly, but on the eve before leaving, Qin Sang suddenly felt that he was not satisfied.

"What's your name?" Qin Sang swallowed the pulp, "I mean your real name, the name in the small world."

"I asked before, you are the prince of the small world? You were brought to Yan Yunzong at the age of 13. You..." Qin Sang paused, "You must have your own real name."

Pianyou looked at the fruit in his hand, didn't eat it, and after a long time he said: "On the Beifang Mountain in Yanyunzong, my name is only one. As for the others..." Pianyou smiled It's hard for Qin Sang to describe that kind of smile, a kind of coldness with a special texture that shatters into water, and the water turns into ice again, silently.

"If we can meet in the small world in the future, I will tell you."

Qin Sang nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. He lowered his head and continued to bite the fruit? The juice of the fruit continued to drip on the floor.

The floor was wet and dry, and it was wet when Qin Sang ate one fruit? It wasn't enough, so Pianyou gave him his own.

"What kind of fruit is this? It's obviously very sweet, but after swallowing it, it turns bitter."

"I don't know either," Pianyou smiled shyly, "I just know it was transported from far away."

"a place far away?"

"Well, it's far away."