Black Lotus Tactics Manual

At noon, she had to go to Muyao for lunch. Miaomiao had to change the dress with the ink on her. Before she undressed, she suddenly raised her eyes and glared at him: "You avoid."

Mu Sheng seemed a little surprised: "You didn't let me avoid yesterday ..."

She slowly untied her belt, her face unhappy: "Yesterday is yesterday, today is today."

He paused and turned away by words.

Ling Miaomiao took off the skirt and changed it to a full-chested skirt. The lace was wrapped around the back and knotted. The skirt was not pressed down and fell from the back.

Suddenly cool on the back, and then rubbed her fingers with her fingers, quickly carried her skirt up, pressed against the back.

She suddenly froze, turning her back to him, blushing to the roots of her ears: "What's the matter with you, didn't you let you avoid it?"

"I avoided it." The young boy pressed her skirt with three fingers against her snowy spine. The tone sounded innocent. "The skirt fell off, I will catch it for you."

She hurriedly extended her hand to the back, took the skirt from his hand, and quickly wrapped the tie twice, and her eyelashes quivered quickly. "How can you tell that my skirt fell off without looking back?"

"..."

Suddenly his waist was caught by him, and the whole person was surrounded by him again. His kiss fell on the side of her neck with restraint. It seemed that even the cover-up was lazily covered up, "Well, I was wrong."

"You ..." She froze for a moment, and drilled out angrily, "You loosen, I haven't tied my knot yet ..."

He clasped her in one hand and picked up a long half-length tie from the bed with the other hand: "I will help you tie it."

Over the past few days, the braids will be crooked, the buttons will be misaligned, and the laces will be tied to a knot. It is common for him to feel strange.

She was incoherent, and even her breathing was disordered: "... tied in front!"

"I know." He didn't care, his hands wrapped around her waist, pulled up the tie, and looked at her chin against her shoulder. A knot was tied on her chest. The moment the bow was tightened, he felt his arms. People shook heavily.

"What's wrong ..." He glanced down at her, and suddenly found that her entire face was flushed, and her eyes were a little confused, stroking her hot tip, "Are you shy?"

People controlled by love Gu, like the insane children with three souls and seven souls, are slow to perceive the outside world and even blush.

She was touched by the tip of her ear, and suddenly turned her head as if it was burned, almost crawling out with her hands and feet, struggling like a small animal that just fell into the trap: "Release ..."

As soon as he let go, she suddenly fell forward on the bed, turned her back against him in the pile of clothes, and immediately became angry and angry, crisply said: "You come down from my bed!"

"..." He leaned over and dragged her back, "Miao Miao ..."

Yesterday, there was never such a big temper ...

In a panic, Ling Miaomiao bowed his head and bit his tiger's mouth. The teenager suddenly threw his hand off unexpectedly, Miaomiao shook his knees, and stared at him with autumn eyes, "Changing your own clothes!" "

"..." He didn't dare to force it anymore, and with suspicion, he silently folded to the next door.

With this toss, lunch was two quarters late, and Mu Yao sat alone at a table waiting for cold meals, almost sitting as a statue.

She raised her head in silence, Ling Miaomiao was led by Mu Sheng, and her steps were staggering. Mu Sheng opened the chair, settled her, and did almost everything she could do.

Mu Yao paused and called out: "Miao Miao?"

Ling Miaomiao, who was sitting well, turned her head and smiled at her: "Sister Mu."

This smile made her put down most of her heart and gave Mu Sheng a complicated look: "Let's eat first."

That night, she almost stayed up all night, thinking back and forth over the scenes of getting along with Mu Sheng over the years, only to find out how much he neglected-he was too obedient in front of her, he said too much, and listened to, As for letting her ignore his original personality, habitually educate him, restrain him, and even force him ...

He suddenly lifted the mask, and at the same time she was difficult to accept, there was a trace of sour absurdity.

The difference between the heavens and the sea of ​​blood, and the enmity of the blood and the people who regard her as her, will not be at odds with the evil door's crooked way. , Isn't the sentiment of those years also like the river of water?

At that moment, he felt that he had betrayed his relatives, why she was not.

She couldn't treat him as a close relative anymore, but she couldn't bear to treat him as an enemy.

They tacitly maintained such a delicate balance, never mentioning the things that night, getting along peacefully, but she knew that everything had changed.

And Mu Sheng has become like this today, including her.

What surprised her was that the first thing Mu Sheng came to her was to marry Ling Miaomiao.

She knew that for him now, her opinion was trivial. Even if she obstructed, he had his own way.

It's just that he is in an unstable state, behaves surlyly, and has no scruples. If he forcibly involves innocent Ling Miaomiao ...

She still chose to agree to be the hostess in the capacity of Sister Mu Sheng. If he had anything special, she would correct it on her behalf.

She turned her head, Ling Miaomiao peeled the shrimp and turned her head sideways, still chatting to her, and it looked no different.

"Sister Mu, when are we going to Wufang Town?"

Mu Yao grinned reluctantly: "Leave in ten days."

"Don't wait for Brother Liu?"

She paused: "Not waiting."

Ling Miao Miao nodded, tucked the shrimp into her mouth, and then smiled again: "Sister Mu eats shrimp dipped in soy sauce?"

"... Don't dip." Mu Yao looked at the girl's pink cheeks, her apricot eyes flickered, her complexion was very good, and with her young daughter, she seemed to know nothing.

This ease quickly infected her, she thought, maybe marriage is really a love between two people.

Mu Sheng looked at their conversation in silence. Ling Miaomiao spoke quickly, full of energy, and looked no different from the past. Mu Yao's tight expression gradually relaxed, and his tight fingers slowly relaxed.

... This man is still so arrogant under the guts of love. He closed the corner of his lips silently, looking blankly out the window, unable to say whether he was happy or sad.

There is a lot of traffic outside the window of the wine shop, and the sun shines through the window, which is tiled on the table, and the tea sparkles.

"Miao Miao, getting married is a big event in your life, do you really think about it?" She asked the last sentence.

Ling Miao Miao's eyes turned, biting the head of the chopsticks, and immediately smiled brightly: "I like the child, I am willing to marry the child."

Mu Yao was stunned for a while, and smiled: "... Okay."

At the end of lunch, Mu Yao turned to Miaomiao and said, "After dinner, do you want to sit in my room?"

"No need." Mu Sheng answered her step by step and held out her hand. "Miao Miao followed me."

Miao Miao obeyed him obediently, stood up, and was pulled behind him. It was a very strong protective posture, and his smile had no temperature, "I will go to the street in the afternoon, I can't chat with my sister."

"... Also." Mu Yao opened his mouth and didn't figure out what to say. He had to bluntly remind him, "Take good care of me."

Slender fingers squeezed the butterfly hairpin and compared it to the head. The butterfly's wings fluttered and shone with golden light in the sun.

The stalls were full of hairpins, but they were all made by hand, and they were too complicated in the jewelry store. The style of this butterfly hairpin is also very simple. It is not as delicate as the one she originally carried on her head.

The stall owner cleverly tongued and slapped with a slap, an exaggerated amazement burst out: "Good-looking! Too good-looking! Fully in line with the girl's temperament, really there is in the sky, no underground ...

The market is noisy, people are coming and going, shops are lined up, colorful signboards hanging out occupy the street, and shouting one after another.

He wanted to let her go to the jewelry store to buy it. When she heard the stall owner's words, she suddenly smiled in the sun and didn't speak.

Suddenly Ling Miaomiao turned her head halfway and deliberately tipped her feet, and the butterfly's wings began to swing up and down, flashing light. Her eyes also seemed to have streamers flashing and she was very excited to laugh: "Look, it will tremble."

In my impression, I only wore such exaggerated shiny things when I was a child, and I missed it a lot.

"Buy one." He did not hesitate to pay the money, his eyelashes flickered, but he felt that his heart was stirring up the wings.

Ling Miaomiao took off the original cloud foot hairpin and gave it to him, and put on a small butterfly whose wings could move. He put the cloud-pin hairpin into his arms, and quickly pulled her chin quickly, "Dai crooked."

"Impossible." Ling Miaomiao quickly reached out and touched. He had removed the hairpin lightly and pinched her face to wear it again.

For some reason, his movements were deliberately slow, and fingers repeatedly scratched her hair, making her face itchy, and she could n’t help but get a little irritable: “Are you all right?”

He did not let go, turned his head and said to the shopkeeper: "One more."

"..."

One left and one right, the ends are symmetrical. She reached out and touched, annoyed: "Who made you wear two symmetrical ones?"

A butterfly seems to be inadvertently perched on the hair, two end-to-end butterflies ... don't it become a framed butterfly specimen?

Symmetrical regulation is best for little girls. She combed her bun and wore two symmetrical butterflies on her hair, making him look like a six or seven year old doll ...

The teenager looked at her red face and smiled with satisfaction in his eyes: "It looks good."

"I don't want it." She was indignant and reached for her hand. Mu Sheng blocked her hand and turned her head again, saying lightly: "One more."

The stall owner sold three butterfly hairpins in succession, ecstatic in his heart, and handed it over with respect.

Mu Sheng looked at her face, moved the hairpin on the right slightly, and took another hairpin to the right, breaking the symmetrical shape.

The little butterfly flashed the last time in her chestnut hair, which was dazzling, exaggerated and unconventional, but it was for her.

Ling Miaomiao couldn't help but toss his clothes: "Come on."

Staying still, she suspected that she would be turned into a butterfly by him.

After walking through three or four stalls, she pinched several things in her hand.

The fiery red gourd pinched and twirled in her hand. She bowed her head and grabbed the first hawthorn. Before she swallowed it, she heard the young man beside her whisper: "I want to eat too."

She glanced at him, pointing at the stall with her cheeks murmured, "Go buy."

He looked at her face without blinking, with a hint of grievance in his tone: "I want to eat what you have."

Ling Miaomiao stunned, and passed on the rest with pain: "Then give you ... I will buy another string."

He didn't reach for it, but looked at the red candied gourd in her hand, and then looked at her with those dark and moist eyes.

"..." Ling Miaomiao realized that she was furious, walked over to pull his hand up, forcibly stuffed the candied fruit into his hand, and turned away, the butterfly hair flashed, "Love to eat or not to eat!"

"Hey--"

A shadow flickered in front of the fortune-teller's booth, causing the table to tremble, the black and white gossip sticks on the table swinging left and right, and a series of dice rolled to the ground.

The man was tall, the hat was pressed very low, and the black gauze was hanging, and he said “sorry” in a hurry.

Ling Miaomiao passed by with him, glancing at the back familiar, followed by a few steps: "Brother Liu!"

"Brother Liu, where are you going?"

The figure heard a word, and then quickly went around the corner of the street, disappeared in a flash, a piece of paper flew out diagonally, hit a few times in the empty space, and hurriedly fell at her feet,

She paused and picked it up and threw it into her arms, her heart pounding.

Dangdang catches the demon, covering his face like a thief in the daytime, and is also embarrassed to wander around the market ...

Immediately, he was hugged back into his arms, and for a while, Mu Sheng's voice rang low in her ears, with a trembling chill: "Where do you want to run?"

She pointed to the deserted alley and had not yet reacted: "I didn't run, I saw Brother Liu ..."

"I did not see it."

"Really ..."

"You read it wrong." He interrupted, looking coldly across her wrist and walking back as hard as if a chain had caught her.

Ling Miaomiao was dragged along by him all the way, the sky was getting late, the stalls at the market were put away, and the street suddenly widened. The restaurants on the second and third floors on both sides lit up the lights, and the sound of the interlacing came from the lattice window, and the warm yellow lights on the whole street were like stars.

The road became more and more deviated. At the end, the house was almost invisible. The night wind blew, the shadowy trees shook, countless small leaves collided with each other, and made a rustling sound.

Ling Miaomiao didn't know the way until she dived into the deserted jungle before she became alert: "What are we doing here?"

Mu Sheng's eyes were dark, reflecting the light of the moonlight, let go of her hand, and pressed her against the rough tree trunk, and answered, "Speak."

"..." Her eyelashes quivered, and the cold plum blossoms on his body surrounded her, "Say ... what to say?"

The trees sway like pine trees in a chilly hue, and the interlocking canopies cover the sky, and occasionally the jackdaw among the trees can be heard.

Her back suddenly touched the icy tree trunk, and after a chill, he took another step forward, and was about to touch her. This kind of oppression felt numb.

He pursed his lips, his fingers gently around her temples and shattered his hair, as if trying to restrain himself for a long while, before raising his head, his dark eyes looked at her: "Miao Miao, take it out."