Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In fact, even if he didn't say it, Zhu Qing knew who he was waiting for.

Gu Shu originally felt sorry for him living in such a dilapidated compound, so he offered to let him move to another better place.

But he refused, saying he liked it here.

But, what do you like?

Zhu Qing could vaguely feel that he just wanted to stay here and wait for that person quietly.

He was afraid that she wouldn't be able to find him when she came back, so she didn't leave but wanted to stay.

Zhuqing scratched his head and walked over, his voice lowered.

"Sir, it's hot outside, why don't you go back inside to escape the heat?"

Although there are trees for shade, the noon sun can still kill people if exposed to the sun for a long time.

The man in the snow suit in the wheelchair shook his head gently.

The slightly cold hands cover the legs, which is extremely peaceful.

"I'm not hot, sit down for a while.

The itchy sunlight shines on the yard, spreading the high temperature continuously.

The light reflected on his snow-white face, as if it had touched ice jade, and even the temperature dropped a few points unconsciously.

Her beautiful dark eyes have been staring steadily not far away,

Occasionally, my eyes would feel sore, and I would blink slowly.

Not caring at all about my newly recovered eyes.

"." Zhu Qing stopped talking.

He probably knew it, but it was useless to persuade him.

He turned his head and looked at the closed courtyard door together.

Silent and silent.

after awhile,

I heard Zhu Qing's slightly hesitant voice, with a bit of temptation,

"Sir, is Sister Yun coming back today?"

Half a month ago,

She suddenly disappeared, taking several sets of clothes with her.

But the young master didn't react at all. He just said lightly that he would be back within half a month.

but now.

Today is the last day, and half a month has gone by before my eyes.

She hasn't appeared yet.

Gu Zisu's long eyelashes trembled and she stared at the door without saying a word.

The profile of the face reflecting the sun is clear, smooth and perfect.

He sat quietly, curling his hands slightly but not showing any emotion.

It's just that the thin and straight shoulders seem to be a little tight.

He didn't answer, as if he didn't hear the question.

Zhuqing didn't dare to ask again, and stood silently, closing his mouth.

Maybe

Even the young master is not sure, right?

The two of them sat and stood together, waiting slowly under the eaves.

Maybe,

You can expect it soon.

Time always flies by unconsciously.

When night falls,

The stars in the sky appeared quietly, twinkling little by little, clearly visible in the night sky.

I don’t know when cicadas have made their nests in the trees in the yard.

As the sun disappeared into the sky and a bright moon hung high in the sky, crickets chirped loudly on the trees.

One sound after another, tireless.

In summer, the evening breeze is always comfortable,

Especially on a clear night, when there is no rain, the cool wind blows, gently rustling the bamboo leaves in the corner.

The flowers and plants on the ground fluttered lightly, and the sound of crickets continued,

The comfortable breeze blew slowly by, hitting the snow-white figure under the corridor, and the black hair was gathered up a bit.

The door to the courtyard has never been pushed open, and no one has come here.

He sat quietly for a long time, his fists already clenched under his wide sleeves.

He squeezed it tightly, his joints turned white, and there was almost no blood left.

The beautiful dark eyes are already bloodshot from looking at the sun for a long time.

Tiny red strands emerged from under the whites of the eyes, even soaking into the dark pupils.

He pursed his lips tightly and remained motionless,

Like a piece of wood, I can sit all the time and my shoulders are tight.