White clothes should match Tsing Yi

The autumn wind was bleak, and after a few days, the fallen leaves piled up all over the ground.

Autumn is coming to an end, and winter is coming.

The winter in Hangzhou is humid and cold, and the wind is like mixed with ice slag, invading the skin and piercing the bones and blood, making people miserable.

The doors and windows next door have been opened less and less recently, except for the short moment every day on the stage to see her babbling with strength, her figure is still soft and boneless, but the charm on her face has softened by three points. A pair of tea eyes seemed to be filled with darkness, lazily and powerlessly.

Since Bai Yusheng graduated from the teacher at a staggering speed, he began to take the stage in the Changqing class.

Xu Xuan no longer acted in Tsing Yi, the Tsing Yi was given to Bai Yusheng, she became a niche, and she and that woman came and went on stage, sang and harmonized, and became a couple in the play.

But in the audience, Xu Xuan couldn't avoid her. At first she always clung to her like a puppy, but she always appeared suddenly at Xu Xuan's inadvertent moments, and brought her soft body close to her face, shouting over and over again. : Xiaoqing, Qinger.

Every time Xu Xuan was startled into an inexplicable sweat, feeling cold and frightened in her heart, but her body was wet with sweat.

As time passed day by day, it still made her unable to live peacefully with Bai Yusheng outside the stage.

Seeing Bai Yusheng, she couldn't control her feet and always wanted to escape.But she couldn't lie to herself, and vague melancholy and unknown complex emotions grew in her heart.

In the past few days, the white girl has finally calmed down, but why is the feeling in her heart so strange?

are you happy?Of course not.

Sad and lost?No, there is absolutely no such reason.

Xu Xuan was lying on the edge of the bed, with half of her slender body leaning out of the window, looking at the closed door and window next door with a pair of clear eyes.

A few faint rays of sunlight projected on her calm face, her long eyelashes flickered slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look at her outstretched hands.

Thoughts went back to the evening hours of that day.

The wind and waves on the shore of the West Lake come one after another, the willows hang down one after another, and the fresh green has long disappeared. Xu Xuan stands below her head, looking through the autumn water at the light boat rippling on it, like fallen leaves blown by the wind, without weight, Swaying in between.

Her elder brother Xu Xian actually wore a new dress that had been cherished all along. It was sewn by his mother on his birthday, and he vowed to wear it to his parents when he was in high school. There was a bit of toughness that was lacking in ordinary times, and the smile on his face seemed to be the madness of a young man who fell in love.

The woman was no longer in the white gauze dress she used to be. She was wearing a gouache gown. Her jet-black hair was draped behind her like silk and satin. , with red lips, but no ornaments on her head, she always came down from the stage impatiently and annoyed to dismantle those gold hairpins. It was extremely disgusting to think about it, but the more concise it is, the more beautiful it is. It is impossible to ignore the unique beauty.

The people on the boat would always look sideways from time to time, their eyes filled with amazement.

Xu Xian's face was filled with pride.

But Xu Xuan could see the boredom and impatience hidden under that charming face from a distance.

The movement of her index finger touching her temples is something she often does when she is bored. When she does not speak and looks at you with tea eyes, she is angry.

Her legs were slightly curled under the small table, indicating that she was very unwell.

Xu Xuan pursed her lips slightly, exerted a little force with her thumb and forefinger, folded a willow branch and held it in her hand, and watched from a distance, but couldn't guess why the man was unhappy.

She was so engrossed in the boat that she didn't notice anyone approaching her.

Until a hand brushed her shoulder bone and picked up a fallen leaf on her shoulder, she turned her head in surprise, and a smiling face came into sight.

That smiling face is three points warm and seven points cool.

She stepped back, opening the distance between the two of them, her eyes were dark, like the bottom of a lake.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid!"

His words seemed to anger Xu Xuan for a moment, her face immediately changed to an extremely cold expression, her eyes became darker and colder.

The man laughed out loud, as if extremely aggrieved and helpless, "You are just afraid, are you afraid of her or me?"

Xu Xuan followed what he was pointing at, and at some point, Bai Yusheng had already stood on the bow of the boat, standing against the wind, his dress fluttering, and his hair fluttering, but she felt that the emotions hidden under that face added a little more intensity.

Xu Xuan's face became hot, her heart was filled with some kind of shame, her boredom became heavier, she turned around and was about to walk away.

However, a pair of extremely powerful hands grabbed her wrists, and the man put two fingers on her meridians, but did not exert any force, and she also felt a chill from head to toe, she was indeed afraid.

Afraid of this monk in common clothes.

This realization made her frown, clenched her hands into fists, and the blood in her heart boiled instantly, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing that the man smiled even more, he raised his other hand, caressed her neck, then moved towards her spine and tapped lightly, Xu Xuan's pupils widened and her body was already trembling.

"You monk is so rude!"

Xu Xian rescued her with an angry cry, the man slowly withdrew his hands, turned around, Xu Xuan behind him supported himself, and the feeling of death rushing like spring water at that moment made her almost fall to the ground.

The desire for life and the fear of death were very clear at that moment.

Soon she was startled to find herself falling into a soft embrace, the man hugged her, his soft hands rested on the spine, caressing, she moved close to Xu Xuan's ear, their cheeks touched, and the breath she exhaled The breath fell on her neck, and the previous trembling caused by fear was replaced by another inexplicable feeling.

Her voice was extremely soft and light, slightly hoarse and fearful, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Hmph, I didn't expect that the six roots of the monks have not been exhausted. Can you be worthy of the Buddha who recites every day?"

"You are a monk. You don't wear clothes, but you wear common clothes. It's just... shameless!"

"you……"

Xu Xian, a scholar, was so angry that he couldn't swear a few painful words.

But the man patiently waited for him to run out of words and shook his hand, "Stupid nerd, stop scolding, your ears are going to make you numb." While speaking, he turned around and looked at the two behind him, Bai Yusheng promised Xuan pushed back, her face was still so charming, but it was hard to hide her coldness.

The monk shook his head, raised his hand and scratched the top of Guangtong's head, where several dark ring scars were neatly arranged.

He laughed, "One green and one white, it's really eye-catching."

Then Xu Xian pushed his body back and staggered back a few steps, "You stinky monk, you speak nonsense, go!"

He laughed loudly when he heard the words, and he turned his back and strode away, waving his hands at them.

Xu Xuan froze, that hand almost killed her.

"The snake hits seven inches, and the snake hits three inches. Now that you have become a human, you should remember carefully. Take good care of your heart and spine."

It was the first time Xu Xuan saw Bai Yusheng's serious appearance and heard such a stern tone.

Xu Xuan wanted to refute, but when she met her tea eyes, she couldn't speak, but nodded abnormally.

Xu Xian was behind him, only saying that his younger sister was frightened, and Miss Bai was comforting her. She was moved and relieved for a while, but also a little proud.

Xu Xuan sighed and withdrew her thoughts of memories. Since that day, that person has been no different from before.

Only these days, it's getting rarer and rarer.

But she is sick?

It seemed that the people inside the door and window had sensed her intentions, and in the gaze she had no time to withdraw, a white porcelain arm propped up the window wood, and the charming autumn eyes were as charming as before, looking at her, imitating her lazily Lie on your stomach, fingers slightly bent, hold your chin, and look at her.

"Little Qing'er, what are you looking at?"

The man's words were soft and provocative.

"Why does Miss Bai keep calling me this, I clearly have a name."

"Oh." The man sighed, and looked at her with a bit of complaint, "You love blue clothes, isn't it good for me to call you that?"

Is that so?

"Then I want to call the girl Xiaobai? The girl's surname is Bai, and she also loves white clothes and skirts."

"Speech!" She was half annoyed when she heard the words, "You little girl, you have to call me sister."

Xu Xuan shook her head, amused for a moment, but could not refute.

After a while, the two of them didn't start a new topic, they just looked at each other, Xu Xuan couldn't take it anymore, her face turned red, but the man smiled idiotically, waved his arms, looked at his fluttering sleeves, "Qing'er, when we live in this world in the future, we must remember to stay away from the monk. You don't know, you scared me to death that day, so we will still run away when we see the monk."

Xu Xuan looked down at her knuckle-boned hands grasping the edge of the bed, but did not respond.

On the other side, Bai Yusheng yawned, resting his head on the window wood, closing his eyes, feeling extremely sleepy.

Seeing her sleepy appearance, Xu Xuan couldn't control the thoughts that flashed in her mind. She thought, is it time for the snake to hibernate?

But in an instant, she turned pale, and suddenly straightened her body, and lowered the window.

The loud noise only made the man frown slightly.

Why do you think of snakes?

There are some things that she shouldn't and can't think about.

It's just that Bai Yusheng couldn't control Xu Xuan's many entanglements anymore, and she became more and more lethargic.

She didn't even eat anymore, except for the necessary steps, she could not leave the room for a long time, and she didn't care how anxious Xu Xian knocked on the door.

Such a move is ultimately suspicious.

Until one day Xu Xian brought the monk back again, the man suddenly woke up in his dream, jumped out of the room, dragged Xu Xuan and ran away.

He also complained: "I'm going to die, this monk is haunted, Qing'er, let's run!"

Xu Xuan was astonished, but she didn't understand why she didn't refuse, and let her lead her to run in the cold wind, and the cold wind blew across her face without feeling any pain.

For falling into some kind of secret pleasure.

That day they ran in the wind, passed through the bustling city into the wilderness, wandered in the forest, and finally lay exhausted on the smooth rock, panting endlessly.

"It's good to live as if you were dead."

Bai Yusheng turned his head when he heard the words, and saw the dark eyes and pink lips of the woman beside him, so vivid in the dark night.

The author has something to say: the snake hits seven inches, which refers to the heart, and three inches refers to the spine.