Wang Wang's dream color

Under the dim light, the two standing one by one met each other's eyes for the first time, and the stagnant air was silent for a few seconds, falling into a kind of silence that was almost Xiao Su.

Echizen quietly looked at the completely unfamiliar man behind the table. Under the light, the man's face was perfect and exquisite, like an elegant nobleman who had stepped out of a medieval oil painting.

At this moment, he looked at the pair of slightly raised deep eyes, squinted his eyes, and a trace of inexplicable thoughts crossed his mind for no reason.

"sit down."

Gently put down the pen in his hand, Ansair behind the table raised his hand a little, pointing to the sofa beside the table.

Pursing his lips, Echiqian paused for a while, but still didn't speak, just pressed down on the brim of his hat, walked to the sofa and sat down in silence.

Richard also knocked on the door at the right time and walked in, brought tea for Chichi who had just sat down, and then quietly backed out with lowered eyes.

"Echizen... Ryoma."

Ansair rubbed the complicated fingers on his thumb, his deep voice sounded faintly, his lowered eyes turned away, and his aura was so oppressive and stern that he couldn't breathe.

"I heard that you want to see me."

Looking forward, he was facing those extremely deep eyes with unpredictable light.

"Is there a problem."

"That man named Bai, tell me that he was entrusted by you to train me."

Echizen's voice was still a little rough, he paused, but his eyes remained firm.

"He said your name, and I remember that Zuo Jiang gave me a card with your name on it."

"Did you ask her to give it to you? And why about Bai?"

Facing the pair of eyes full of youthful spirit and exploration, Ansair's eyes moved slightly, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and finally turned his body to face Eshi forward.

"The famous post was sent by me. Bai's help to you was also ordered by me. And these,"

A voice as deep as a violin sounded in the huge study room, and Echizen looked at the man with an almost indifferent smile on his face, and uttered incomprehensible words.

"It's all what I want you to see, my sincerity."

"What sincerity?"

Frowning, Echizen moved his wrist, and stared at the man sitting over there with an almost scrutinizing gaze.

Ansair tilted his head, stopped rubbing his fingers, and instead of looking forward, his eyes fell on the few roses in the vase on the table.

"Sakura, she likes you very much."

The topic suddenly changed, and Echizen was startled when he heard the extremely intimate address from Ansair, and his body froze for a moment.

"When she heard her mother talk about you that year, she secretly ran to see you, and told me when she came back, she thought you were very similar to her, and she liked you very much."

Ansair hooked the corners of his lips, his deep voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of indescribable emotion.

"Until now, she still feels that you are very precious."

"For Yingying, this is very rare."

Smiling lightly, Ansair turned his gaze away, and his calm and deep eyes met with a little surprised Echigo.

"So, I chose you."

An Si spoke slowly, and the words were barely concealed with tenderness and tenderness.

"My Yingying needs a knight by her side to accompany her where she wants to go in areas that I can't reach."

The dim light was on, and fluff brushed over half of Ansair's face. The light and darkness... blurred the usual coldness and oppression.

"You're a good fit, Echizen Ryoma."

"yours?"

Listening to the faint but extremely aggressive affection in the herringbone words, Echizen unconsciously frowned, with an inexplicable feeling of congestion in his heart, he pursed his lips and stood up, raised his chin slightly, and said It is unconsciously cold and hard.

"Who are you to her, and in what capacity are you telling me these things?"

"Ah."

Seeing that Echizen stood up, Ansair, who was still sitting still as a mountain, put his hand on his chin, and smiled inexplicably.

"Is it identity?"

He looked at the most beautiful rose on the table, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice lowered slightly.

"I don't have to tell you."

Echizen looked at the man behind the table and turned his eyes, his deep and unpredictable eyes flashed the green light, elegant and lazy.

"When you stood up agitatedly and questioned my identity,"

Echizen looked at Ansair who spoke in a low voice. Although he was sitting, he revealed a sense of oppression almost looking down on him even when he exhaled.

"It's no longer qualified to get my answer."

He looked into his eyes and heard the man speak word by word, in a loose and low tone that could not be discussed.

"The answer, you should have realized it in your heart."

Taking down a rose in the bottle, Ansair looked at him standing in front of the table with an inexplicable look forward, without pausing in the movements of his hands, he picked up the scissors and cut off the remaining thorns on the branch little by little.

"Yingying is the person I have held in my hand, loved and loved for many years."

He trimmed the branch of roses, his brows and eyes were lowered, with a vague gentleness.

"She is the brightest rose in my palm, and I look forward to her doing whatever she wants to try."

"You also like her, like the kind of liking that treats me as an opponent... Heh."

With a click, Ansair cut off those small and sharp thorns one by one, carelessly and calmly.

"Then, you don't have to look at me, you just need to look at her well."

"She's going to the highest place, you just catch up with her."

"She is going to the farthest place, and you will accompany her."

Echizen curled his fingers curled up by his side, and the corners of his lips were straightened like he was inexplicably depressed at the moment. He looked at the powerful man in front of him with an elegant and calm demeanor who seemed to be in control of everything, his eyes widened. And deep.

"You don't need to say these things."

Echizen finally spoke, his voice was dry for a moment.

"Of course I would."

"That's good."

After cutting off the last thorn, Ansair turned the extremely bright and dewy white rose in his hand, raised his eyes, and his voice was as low as a violin in his elegant eyebrows.

"Sakura will be very happy."

Echizen didn't speak, and the two looked at each other silently, staring directly at each other's unpredictable eyes almost like a confrontation, and fell into a frozen silence for a while.

"Knock Knock ~ Knock Knock"

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, and the pensive Ansair slightly turned his gaze, and Echizen also turned his head, and the two saw a lightly smiling face coming from behind the opened door. exposed.

"cherry!"

"Sakura Sakura."

The two spoke almost at the same time, and Sakura, who entered the room, was startled by Echizen's excited voice, paused for a moment before walking over hesitantly.

"What's the matter? Are you talking about something? You feel a little excited, Ryoma."

She first nodded towards Echiqian who was standing, and then walked around while talking.

Putting the medicine bottle and water in her hand in front of Ansair with some force, she pursed her lips, showing a hint of unhappiness that she didn't want to show in front of others.

"Ans, it's time to take your medicine."

"Nothing, just chat."

Casually glanced at Echizen, whose back was turned to Sakurano, Ansair turned his gaze back, took Sakurano's hand in a natural way and gave him a habitual kiss, and handed over the rose that he had pruned and held in his hand .

"Oh... so are you done talking?"

Taking the flower branch, Sakura watched Ansair take the medicine before turning around and walking to Echizen's side.

"almost."

Nodding slightly, Echizen looked at him with complicated eyes, who was very used to this series of actions and manners, and looked like the everyday Sakurano, his voice lowered.

"Then, are you staying here tonight? We can have a game at the training ground tonight. I'm looking forward to it."

She paused, then turned her face sideways to see Ansair who was looking at her from behind the table.

"Ans, I'll ask the housekeeper to arrange it, is that okay?"

Smiling, the curvature of Ansair's mouth was completely different from the gentleness he treated others.

"of course."

He said, the tone under the deep voice was languid, elegant and indulgent.

"As long as you like it."

"Then let's go, Ryoma."

Echizen was led towards the door by Sakurano, but he turned his head the moment he opened the door and went out, facing Ansair's silent gaze.

Seeing that person's expressionless face, the whole person almost merged into the vague darkness, his cold and stern eyes were like a lone wolf lurking in the shadow of the abyss waiting for an opportunity.

"call..."

The door closed behind him, and Echiqian's footsteps paused for a while, and he recovered from the look just now after taking a deep breath, but a slight tremor of his fingers made him unable to ignore the uncontrollable uneasiness and palpitations just now.

that man...

He looked at the unconscious Ying Nao walking in front of him, and after a while, he chased after him, but suddenly he felt that this gorgeous and quiet corridor, this magnificent and solemn old castle, was full of control, full of ...that person's breath...

He is everywhere and knows everything.

In the room at this moment, Ansair picked up the pen he had put down, and signed a stack of documents that needed to be processed.

Then, leaning against his forehead slightly, he looked at the glass of water brought by Sakura on the table, pondered for a while for some unknown reason, then pressed the bell beside the table, curled the corners of his lips loosely, his eyes flickered After a glimmer of light.

"Master."

Not long after, Richard pushed open the door and walked in, bowed and saluted, then walked around behind Ansair, and pushed the wheelchair out according to his instructions.

"Are you ready for rehab?"

"Ah."

Ansair brushed his forehead with a hint of a smile in his tone.

"When I delivered the medicine before, I was unhappy. If I knew that I would not recover on time,"

He recalled the expression of Sakura pursing her lips when serving the water just now, and her tone of voice was raised with a hint of affection.

"I don't know how to blame me."

"That's right, when Miss Ying came back and heard that you hadn't taken your medicine, she still complained that I didn't persuade you well."

Richard looked at Ansair, who was still expressionless, but obviously in a good mood, a smile appeared on his face, he paused, and spoke again.

"However, it seems that Ms. Sakura and Mr. Echizen are really getting along very happily."

"Master, is it really alright that you chose him..."

Richard's voice behind him was cautious, and Ansair lowered his eyebrows, his low voice sounded in the long corridor, the end of which still carried a calm and lazy elegance.

"Why not."

"Sakura... like him."

He rubbed the fingers on his hand, his casual tone full of warmth.

"But the heart is toward me."

Just walking past the French windows on one side, looking out, you can see the soft lights on the roof of the tall glass flower house, shining on those warm and brilliant flowers and colors.

Ansair stared at the bright place, as if reliving that evening through those brilliant colors...the gentle and gorgeous glow, and, his girl...the tiny starlight in her eyes.

He spoke softly, calmly and firmly.

"Her heart is toward me."

"This is the only beginning and the only end."

The author has something to say: More!Even!Even!

A certain favorite flower is white roses, and the flower language is really pure and beautiful: I am enough to match you, my love has no impurities and no reservations.