I have a deep love for Zhenjun

152.

With Fu Qing's smile, there was a bit of the shadow of that year in a trance, describing it as beautiful and beautiful as the dawn of spring, it is an indescribably lively gesture.

I was fascinated by watching it at first, but when I came back to my senses, I was so bored and panicked: "I shouldn't have read it at that time. You are right, and the wish will not work when you say it."

Fu Qing shook his head: "Whether it works or not is no longer important. I only have one question that I don't know."

"Ask." I patted my chest, "I will know everything and say everything!"

He whispered: "Is that sentence your truth?"

My expression froze, and before I could decide how to respond, I heard him change his words again: "Forget it, just pretend that I didn't ask. It's true and false, false and true, thousands of years have passed, and I have long since ceased to be obsessed. "

Are you really no longer attached?If he was no longer persistent, how could he become so concerned about gains and losses?

The Fu Qing I know is obviously a cold, noble, unattainable frosty beauty.He has always acted without haste, without arrogance or rashness, and should not be troubled by anything, nor will he stop for anyone.

I didn't want to see him show this posture, so I sat up with my strength, held his face with both hands, and forced him to look up and meet me.

"It's true, I really hoped that you could get your wish."

Fu Qing and I looked at each other for a while, and finally didn't say any more sarcasm, just said lightly: "That's good."

I asked again: "What kind of wish did the real king make at that time?"

Fu Qing was silent.

"It's not fair." Seeing that he was silent, I feigned anger and said, "You know my wish, but you refuse to tell me what you wished for."

"..."

"Is it because this wish has not been fulfilled, so you are unwilling to tell me? Are you afraid that after telling me, this wish will not come true? But you just said whether it is true or not, you no longer care. So why not tell me now? Anyway—"

Fu Qing listened, frowning tightly, and interrupted my eloquence: "It has come true."

"Achieved?" I couldn't turn my head around, "What did you achieve?"

"When I left that day, I told you my wish."

On parting?I really couldn't figure it out: "My true lord, don't be tricky, just tell me."

"...I said goodbye to you back then, but I wasn't actually saying goodbye to you." Fu Qing's face was slightly red, his eyes wandered, and he refused to meet my gaze.

"It's because I want to see you again."

I was a little surprised by this sentence, but after thinking about it carefully, I felt a little joy in my heart.

How could he be so endearing?

My eyes are soft, I wish I could hug and kiss Fu Qing in my arms, but I don't want to be an abrupt beauty, so in the end I just gently pinched his cheek, saying: "This wish has indeed come true."

"I hope it doesn't happen."

"Why?" I felt something was wrong, and my smile froze at the corner of my mouth.

"When I didn't see you, I had at least one thought in my heart." Fu Qing closed his eyes and said softly, "I didn't realize until I saw you that those thoughts were nothing but wishful thinking."

"How could you be... wishful thinking?" I slowly let go of my hand, leaned forward, and found a seat in front of Fu Qing's chest, "I am the one who is wishful thinking."

"At that time, I thought that our farewell to Dongji would be the last time we met. Later, when I saw you at the succession ceremony and could talk to you a few words, I was really happy.

"But—you seem to hate me and don't want to see me again. I don't understand. What did I do wrong?"

Fu Qing suddenly asked: "Dongji's succession ceremony, how many times do we meet?"

I snapped my fingers: "Gan Sang once, Dongji twice, that's three times. If you count the time you peeked at me sleeping, it's four times."

"Shouldn't it be the fifth time?"

the fifth time?

In a trance, I seemed to fall into that extremely strange dream again. No matter how I think about it, the memory is still missing a corner and cannot be completed.

Anxiously, she kept closing her fingers and grabbing Fu Qing's collar.

I panicked and said, "Zhenjun, I fell into your dream last night. I really don't have the slightest memory of that rainy night, what should I do?"

"Is that person you met really me?"

"I always feel that if that's really me, I won't abandon you in the rain. I should hold up an umbrella for you, hug you, and tell you, it's not your fault, don't be sad."

When I said this, tears welled up in my eyes, and I even choked up uncontrollably with my voice.

"Obviously this is my truth, why would I talk to you like that?"

Fu Qing didn't speak.

The only sound left in the air was my interlaced breathing with his, which was extremely rapid at first, and then gradually calmed down.

"never mind."

After a long period of silence, Fu Qing finally spoke, his tone was surprisingly gentle, as if he had settled a serious matter on his mind.

"Young She, you've always had a bad memory."

As he spoke, he stroked my back with one hand, patted and patted from top to bottom.

Fu Qing probably wanted to comfort me, but he was not used to this kind of thing, his movements seemed extremely blunt, and the force was a bit strong, which made my blood surge, and I almost thought he was trying to murder my husband.

But his next sentence was: "It's just that I have a bad memory, and some people have a bad memory. It's not a good memory after all. I can remember it alone."

"but--"

Before I had time to refute, I was slapped by him with a muffled grunt, and I swallowed all my words in a very spineless manner. I just felt that my eyes couldn't stop turning black, and the tears were even more turbulent. Maybe my life would be on the verge of dying in the next second. Leave it to this.

"But what?" Fu Qing asked.

"No, it's nothing." After being slapped like this by him, I couldn't even say anything.And...Fu Qing is rare to condescend and know how to comfort me. I shouldn't disappoint him, just treat it as a sweet torment, and grit my teeth to endure it.

"Do you feel better if I treat you this way?"

I don't know if it's good or not, I only know that if he doesn't stop, I will die here.

Holding Fu Qing and falling backwards, I kept begging for mercy in his ear: "It's much better, Zhenjun doesn't need to shoot anymore."

Fu Qing stopped his movements, but his tone was still suspicious: "Then why are you still crying so hard?"

Naturally, I couldn't tell him the truth, saying that the tears couldn't be stopped because he patted them too painfully.At that time, he will become angry from embarrassment, and maybe he will drive me out of the door again.

"I just feel so happy, so happy."

I didn't dare to raise my head, and grabbed Fu Qing's robe to wipe away my tears. Then I breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "I didn't expect Zhenjun to be willing to comfort me. After today, I will definitely do more good deeds and accumulate more sinful virtues."

After saying that, I suddenly realized something, and my heart thumped again, and I cautiously raised my eyes to look at him.

Fu Qing has always liked cleanliness, and if I use my robes to wipe my nose and tears like this, I will definitely get angry and fly into a rage.

I was thinking a lot, and I typed back and forth several times for the apology I was going to say next.The strange thing is that he was uncharacteristically, there was no trace of anger on his face, and he could even be called gentle.

Fu Qing lowered his eyes, as if he wanted to sneak a look at me, but he happened to meet my probing eyes, and immediately dodged away.

After a long time, I finally said a little timidly: "You said just now that you were sad for the first time, and it was because of me?"

I smiled and asked, "Does Zhenjun want to hear it?"

Fuqing gasped: "...Why do you always ask questions knowingly!"

In fact, I just wanted to avenge Cai Cai's revenge, but I wanted to force my words in front of him: "Who said that Zhenjun can't learn to be frank? You obviously want to hear it, so why don't you just say that you want to hear it?"

"I don't want to hear it!" Fu Qing was trembling with anger, pushed me away, and said coldly, "You should never say it."

"No!" Satisfied that I had succeeded in my scheme, I turned around and hugged him tightly, "Zhenjun, I want to say it now, and I want to say it."

Fu Qing glared at me bitterly, as if he was very reluctant, but his body was very honest, he pretended to struggle a few times, and then stopped moving.

The mouth is not the heart.

Forget it, I don't want to argue with him.

I played around with a few strands of his black hair with my fingertips, and said softly: "Actually, in the Crown God Clan, I have often been looked down upon by others, and I have long been indifferent. But when you said that about me, I just felt sad. I was even more sad when I saw you leaving me a back view."

"I don't think it matters how others look down on me. Only you, I just don't want you to look down on me."

"Sounds good." Fu Qing snorted coldly, his tone actually aggrieved, "During the banquet, you obviously didn't look at me."

"I don't want to look at you..." I sighed, "It's not because I don't want to look at it, it's just that I don't dare to look at it."

"At that time you asked me to be sincere, but I was like a leaf of duckweed. I didn't know where to rest, let alone talk about sincerity. So I didn't go to see you, because I knew I couldn't ask for too much."

Fu Qing was silent for a moment, then asked: "What about now?"

Now?

just now……

I was slightly taken aback, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Zhenjun, I'm really too dull, and I'm so stupid that I keep asking you what you want. In fact, you told me a long time ago that what you want, from the beginning to the end, is only my sincerity, right?"

"You... will give it to me this time?"

I was smiling, with tears welling from the corners of my eyes.After a long time, I murmured: "I wanted to give it back then, but I couldn't. Now I can give it, but it can no longer be regarded as my sincerity."

"Young She, I don't understand."

I took his hand and fell silent.

If you don't have a heart, you can't love others, so Yun Man gave me your heart.However, if I have his heart, how can I love Fuqing with peace of mind?

I've always disliked being in debt to others, and if I want to pay back the debt to Yun Man, I should settle for it.

What Fu Qing wants is sincerity, not the sincerity of any random person in this world, but my sincerity.

What he wants is my sincerity.