The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

Meimei fell asleep and woke up at dusk.The golden afterglow quietly sprinkled in the house, Mu Feng just felt lazy and didn't bother to move.

After lying down for a while, he got up and opened the window.Then I was surprised to find that in front of a cluster of blooming hibiscus flowers, there stood a girl in a light purple dress, with an exquisite figure, slender and thin, and black hair hanging down her shoulders.

From Mu Feng's point of view, it can be seen that the girl is slightly raising her head, her bright red lips draw a graceful arc.There was a butterfly dancing on the tip of her finger, that hand was like a white jade carving, almost transparent under the sunlight.The butterfly seems to be a colorful flower blooming at the fingertips.

The way the girl smiled, with an unknowing charm in the coldness, seduces people's hearts.

Mu Feng was stunned.

"Master Mu, are you awake?"

Ah Wan turned to look at him, her face had recovered to the original, and she became that indifferent woman again.

Mu Feng felt a little disappointed, tidied up her clothes, went to the yard, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Ah Wan: "I have lived here for two months, Miss Ah Wan passed by every day, today is the first time to visit the humble house, It's really rare."

Ah Wan cut to the chase: "I want to learn medical skills from Mr. Mu, would you like to teach me?"

"Miss Awan wants to learn medical skills?" Mu Feng put down the teacup in his hand, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "This is not an easy thing, and it takes a lot of effort to learn it well. Isn't it Decisions made on impulse."

"Master Mu doesn't think I'm the kind of person who can endure hardship? Or is Mr. Mu not willing to teach me at all?"

"No, no, how come? I can't ask for it."

In this way, he has a reason to spend time with her day and night, so that he can spy on her occasional smile.

For some reason, Mu Feng always felt that he and Ah Wan had known each other.It seems that in a distant dream, she was once his most cherished person.

"I never take advantage of others. If Mr. Mu needs something from me in exchange, please feel free to ask. As long as I can give you, I will definitely satisfy you."

Mu Feng groaned on purpose, and pretended to be thinking: "My medical skills are passed down from my ancestors, so it's really not worthwhile to teach you for nothing. What should I exchange for it? It must be something important to you. OK. Well, what's good?"

Ah Wan lowered her eyes, with obvious anxiety on her face.

Mu Feng couldn't help laughing: "What an idiot, I'm teasing you. Teaching you medical skills is what I wish for. How can I let you exchange things with me?"

After all, she is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. No matter how indifferent she is and how strong she pretends to be, she will inadvertently reveal the softness and fragility of her daughter's family, lonely and helpless.

A Wan was a little ashamed, stomped her feet resentfully, and said angrily, "Why are you so bad?"

She has lived alone since she was six years old, and she has long forgotten what it feels like to laugh and laugh with others.

"Ah Wan, you look beautiful when you smile, why don't you smile more?"

Mu Feng stared at the girl in front of him, and whispered softly: "With me, you can be your true self. You don't need to make any disguise, you know?"

Ah Wan raised her head and bumped into his eyes.

There was a deep pool of water, in which the dark whirlpool slowly rotated, drawing her heart and soul into it little by little, and slowly lost herself.

"Master Mu, are you up?" Wuzhu ran in with a messy gait, her eyes were reddish for some reason, and then she looked at Awan again: "The saint is here too?"

Mu Feng said kindly, "What is Miss Wu looking for from me?"

"My younger brother's illness has been recurring, and my father asked me to invite Mr. Mu to take a look."

"Okay, let's go now."

Mu Feng went back to the house and carried the medicine box on her back, and when she came out again, Ah Wan had already left.

On the way, Wuzhu kept twisting the hem of her clothes, hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't help asking: "When did Mr. Mu have such a good relationship with the saint? She, she has a very weird temper." , you'd better stay away from her."

She was outside the yard, watching the two people inside staring at each other.The brocade-like flowers and the brilliant sunset seemed to be their foils.

Mr. Mu had never looked at himself like this before, and Wuzhu just felt sour.

Mu Feng was slightly taken aback, and his expression became cold: "Don't worry about my private affairs, Miss Wu."

After speaking, he strode forward.

He had always been gentle and kind to Wu Zhu, but this was the first time he lost his temper.Wuzhu stared blankly at his receding figure, her eyes filled with tears.

The water is shining brightly and sunny is good, and the mountains are foggy and rainy is also strange.

There are many high mountains around the Wuxi tribe, and there are countless exotic flowers and plants, which is one of the reasons why Mu Feng is reluctant to leave.

"Master Mu, is this heartbroken grass?" Ah Wan held a small green grass and held it in front of Mu Feng.

Mu Feng smiled lightly: "You idiot, after teaching for so long, still can't tell what the heartbroken grass looks like?"

Ah Wan bit her lip, a little frustrated.She was quick and good at witchcraft, why was she slow and slow at learning medicine?

Mu Feng was not willing to see her like this, and comforted: "You are much smarter than I was. When I was young, I was too stupid. I was punished by my father to kneel in the snow because I couldn’t get a prescription. That winter was so cold that I almost froze to death, but it was my brother who took off his coat and knelt with me and threatened Dad, so he spared me.”

Mu Feng not only has an outstanding temperament, but also has luxurious and exquisite clothes. He doesn't look like a person who has suffered hardships.

Ah Wan only thought he was teasing herself again, so she said coldly, "Young Master Mu is joking again."

Mu Feng stretched out his slender and white hands: "What I said is true, if you don't believe me, look at my hands."

Looking at the back of the hands, the phalanxes are clear, white and flawless, but when turned over, they are covered with fine marks and calluses: "These are left when I went to the mountains to collect medicine. So I told you that studying medicine is actually a job. Very painful."