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Chapter 1170 Chapter 1172 It turns out that he is afraid of snakes/doesn't want to waste time(1/2)

Under the soft light, Chao Yan's hands looked paler and their knuckles became thinner and longer. Because they were too thin, their joints were too clear.

He slowly depicted her eyebrows and eyes, which coincided with the way she looked in his mind, as she looked like when she was a child and as she grew up.

No matter what it looks like, it is her.

There was a small mole in her eyebrows, which he personally tapped on. The tiny mole could not be felt by her fingers.

The fingers were drawn for a long time, but no matter how they were drawn, it was just the feeling, but the eyes couldn't see it. He liked to see her smiling.

But, it can never be seen again.

He slowly withdrew his hand and moved his body to her side, trying to get closer. After a while, he stretched out his arm, hugged it in his arms, pressed his jaw against her forehead, and said softly: "I didn't want to hurt Fu Tingyu, that time was an accident."

"That time was really unexpected. I didn't expect something like that. I originally planned to go there myself, but... I couldn't go there, so I could only let Yin Shi send someone else."

If you go there in person, you won't make any mistakes.

After saying this to Yan, he pulled the corner of his mouth, "I said it, you don't believe it, you believe it. But it's because of me, I will take the blame."

After saying this to Yan, the room became quiet again. It was so quiet that Qin Shu could hear his shallow breathing, which was very even and long.

She slept very peacefully because her heart was calm and incense was intoxicated.

Chao Yan stopped talking, lay quietly, enjoying the short time he was by her side.

He felt that the day was too long, but he felt that the night was too short, and he felt that it was dawn in the blink of an eye.

Life is really, one day is less than one day.

I'm really not afraid, either.



Qin Shu stared at the top of the bed for a long time, but she always felt something was wrong. She turned her head and saw the book she read last night on the bedside table, which was placed on the cabinet.

She remembered that she seemed to be asleep when she was reading a book last night, but the book was on the bedside table, which meant that she put down the book first and then fell asleep last night.

What's going on?

Qin Shu lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom in slippers with doubts to wash.

The mountain not only has good scenery, but the air is also very fresh.

But none of these can change Qin Shu's unbeautiful mood.

Although I eat well every day, stay well, see the scenery, listen to the birds singing and smell the fragrance of flowers, my mood is getting more and more depressed every day.

That inexplicable emotion made her a little irritated and even wanted to beat her up.

She stood on the shore of the artificial lake, looking at the pavilion in the center of the lake, and her white figure sat there motionless like a clock.

Today she was wearing a dress with some Chinese elements. The fabric was silk, which was very comfortable to wear on her body, especially the scenery was so beautiful that her beautiful appearance felt like she had walked out of a painting.

She just passed by here, not to come to see Chaoyan.

She turned her head and walked towards the open space in front.

Not far from the artificial lake, there is an open space, and the lawns planted are the best, not the kind of low-end lawn.

The open space was a bit big, and in May, the grass was still a little soft. She took off her shoes and stepped on it. Although it was not as comfortable as the fox fur slippers, it felt good.

In the early morning, the sun is very soft.

She sat down on the grass, then lay down again, with her hands on the back of her head, and her slender legs were casually overlapping.

Just lying down like this, the tip of her nose was filled with the breath of grass, which made her feel like she was in the prairie.

I obviously had a good sleep last night, but I felt a little drowsy when I lay down.

The warm sunshine spread on her body, and she fell asleep.

She had a very long dream, and vaguely remembered that there was a Chaoyan in the dream.

She was only ten years old in the dream. Everyone called her Ling Bao. She had two buns, wearing black and red warrior uniforms, revealing her jade-like arms, and a pair of short legs. Her skin was very white and a little dazzling in the sun.

There are a few strands of hair on the forehead, which are stuck to the forehead because of sweat.

Last time, Ling Bao found someone in the manor at the foot of the mountain, so he was curious to go down the mountain secretly. He found that there was a young man who didn't like to talk living in the manor. He was a few years older than her and should be called Little Brother.

So twice in a row, she took advantage of everyone's attention and came down from the back mountain to see the little brother.

The boy's eyes were covered with gauze, almost covering his entire face, and only his beautiful chin was visible.

His eyes can't see it.

When she came twice, she found the boy sitting in the pavilion, motionless, like a little monk meditating.

She walked into the pavilion with a small step, shouting behind him, "Ah!!!" trying to scare him.

She has scared many people, and basically everyone on Qishan has been scared by her, and they all have a frightened expression, except for the master.

But what disappointed her was that the boy seemed to have never heard her shouts at all, let alone fell to the ground by being scared.

She sat down next to the boy with some disappointment, and curled her lips with dissatisfaction: "Why are you not afraid at all?"

juvenile:"……"

Seeing that he still didn't say anything, Ling Bao leaned over curiously, stared at his gauze-covered eyes, and then stared at his ears, his earlobes a little thin.

She seemed to have heard someone say that people with thin earlobes have little fortune and life.

But she didn't believe it.

"How long have you been sitting? Are your legs numb? When I was just going up the mountain, the master asked me to squat on horse stance. In less than half an hour, my legs were numb."

juvenile:"……"

In order to verify whether his legs were numb, Ling Bao stretched out his fleshy little hand and pinched his legs. He also looked up and asked him, "Is it numb?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand was slapped away by the boy, and she was obviously angry.

"Are you still angry?" Ling Bao thought he was still hit by her on the day of his birth and almost fainted.

"I accidentally fell from the mountain, and I don't know that you are in the water, and I don't have a clairvoyance. Besides, didn't I pull you ashore? I've apologized to you."

Ling Bao explained it on his own, but the boy didn't seem to appreciate it because he ignored her at all.

She secretly went down the mountain while lunch time, so she didn't dare to stay for a long time. Seeing that the boy ignored her, she had to go back to the mountain.

The next day, she stole a very long rope from her master, which was also very strong.

Tie the rope to a crooked tree, going down the mountain is not only easy, but also saves time.

When she came this time, she got candy and when she walked into the pavilion, the boy was still sitting there without exception.

She guessed that it might be thinking about life.

She also sat cross-legged beside the boy, grabbed his hand, put the candy into his palm, and said, "This is candy, for you to eat. Master Baili said that if you are in a bad mood, eat candy, and you will feel much better."

The boy originally wanted to throw away the candy, but somehow, he didn't throw it away and didn't plan to eat it, so he put it on the short table next to him.

"Today, another martial arts practitioner came to the mountain. He came late and should have called my senior sister, but he didn't call me, and then we started fighting, but I was better than him and knocked him down."

Ling Bao said proudly, and laughed twice.

Then he continued: "I know he is holding a grudge. Because I accidentally knocked him down in Fengyue Ancient City at the foot of the mountain last night, and misunderstood that he was a girl. He touched his chest and it was flat. He accidentally tore his clothes off."

"I didn't mean it. He was too pretty, so he misunderstood."

Finally, she even strengthened her tone.

"Do you want to go out for a walk? The master said you should exercise more, otherwise you will grow into a fat man."

After Ling Bao finished speaking, he saw the boy still not talking, thinking that he would not be mute?

She sat up curiously, and looked at his eyes covered with gauze, supporting the tatami with one hand, and carefully stretched to him with the other hand, pulling the edge of the gauze, trying to open it to look at his eyes.

Before she could lift her, her hand was slapped away by the boy, and he heard his crisp voice like a mountain spring: "Don't touch me."

It turns out that he is not a mute.

Ling Bao didn't ask at first because he was afraid that he would be unhappy.

"You can speak, why don't you answer me?" She was a little dissatisfied.

The boy still didn't answer her.

After returning, she looked at Ling Han. Although he talked less, he was much better than a boy.

Looking at Ling Yan again, I talk a lot.

She glanced at Ling Yan again and found that he was also looking at her. Her eyes were a little arrogant. She twisted her head and didn't want to see him.

She didn't go to find Ling Mu because Ling Mu didn't like talking, but she was better than a teenager. At least Ling Mu would answer whatever she asked.

So she went to find Ling Feng.

After chatting with Ling Feng for a long time, the master just heard it.

Then she chatted with the master for a while, but she didn't talk to them about the boy at the foot of the mountain.

They all say that such people may have autism.

Ling Bao didn’t know what autism looked like, because he had never seen it before, so he probably just didn’t talk to others and played with his own.
To be continued...
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