Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

She guessed half of it, but she didn't know that Nan Pujin was in critical condition at this moment. Zhuge Yi, who always thought she was a little sick or out of temper and wanted to see him, felt powerless for her practice of asking her brother to come to be a lobbyist several times. , I even feel a little bored, every time I always use this reason to hope that I will go through it, I am afraid that I will not be interested in anyone.

As for Nan Puyue standing outside the door, she no longer knows what a heart is, let alone dignity!What insist!What a bottom line!At this time, everything is air!Only his younger sister is what he cares most about right now.He came here with only one thought in his head. In short, if he couldn't invite anyone, he wouldn't have the slightest plan to leave.

Time passed quietly, like water and smoke.

After a long time, the door was still as quiet as usual, there was no expected footsteps pacing up and down, no impatient knocking on the door or sarcasm, it was so quiet that Zhuge Yi thought he left angrily like the previous two times.

After a while, Zhuge Yi finally couldn't help but opened the door, feeling tentative and still a little uneasy.

When the eyes of the two met, his heart tightened suddenly, and he saw that his eyes were not as wise and deep as before, and seemed to reveal a bit of sadness, which was mixed with some impatience. There is a neat bun on the top of the head, which is wrapped in an exquisite white jade hair crown. From both sides of the jade crown hangs a sky-blue silk crown, which echoes the snow-white world behind him. It is as beautiful as a dream, as if there is something Melancholy enveloped him, and there was always a little sadness on his beautiful face.

Seeing this, Zhuge Yi began to feel uncomfortable all over. After experiencing so many things, it was a bit awkward for the two of them to meet so abruptly.

No one spoke first, they just looked at each other quietly.

The snow outside the door is like cotton, the snow-covered trees are hanging, and the weather is still snowing. It is cold or cold, but the rare scenery is pleasant.With the ground as the cloth and the snow as the curtain, Nan Puyue merged with it, but she didn't want to make him more and more clear like water, peerless, three points of elegance, three points of coldness, and three points of nobleness, it was simply breathtaking, Zhuge Yi couldn't help frowning slightly, and muttered in his heart: Can you be more evil! ! !

After coughing to cover up, he looked away, only to find that he was wearing such thin clothes, compared to what he usually wears, he is quite abnormal today, isn't it cold?Zhuge Yi couldn't help being worried about him, but he didn't show it on his face, he opened his mouth and said straight to the point: "If you came here for your sister, then I advise you to go back, I won't go."

He doesn't even have a title, it seems that the two of them have already understood each other, and he doesn't even bother to talk about the politeness on the surface.

"Whether you go or not is your business. I can't force you, but I will wait until you are willing to go." Nan Puyue said lightly, unable to see what emotion he was in right now.

He is still him, but compared to the previous two times when he looked for himself, this time he looks more determined, but no matter how sincere and serious he is, Zhuge Yi doesn't care, thinking that he will not be able to last long. He left automatically, so he said cruelly: "Then you just wait, I'm going out."

He ignored it.

Today's Nan Puyue does give him a bit of a weird feeling, with a proud and deep expression that is not in line with the past, as if the mirror is also stained with the sorrow of the world.

No more thinking about it, Zhuge Yi walked around him, the hem of his clothes inadvertently touched him, and passed him by, and the breeze brought by it brushed the blue crown on his head and then fell down gently, it was difficult Imagine how depressed he must be at this moment.

Without the slightest hesitation in his footsteps, Zhuge Yi resolutely left, and even the back view he left behind seemed so indifferent and unfeeling.

Walking on foot, I came to Taifu's mansion without knowing it.

There is not much distance between the two mansions. If you walk, you can get there within a cup of tea. Recently, because of depression in your heart, Zhuge Yi can be said to run here every day, and every time he comes here, he doesn’t do anything, just Just stay with my father for a while, sometimes the two chat about the family and talk about the past, sometimes they play Go, exchange chess skills, write poems and draw pictures, play the piano and listen to music... the days are so moist and peaceful .

This winter has really chilled his heart. Perhaps from his father, he can find the feeling of home and the long-lost warmth, at least he will feel better in his heart, and this time he came here also out of instinct and habit.

When I found my father, my father was reading in the study. For more than forty years, he would soak in the sea of ​​books almost every day. Now he is full of knowledge and knowledge.

Knocking on the door and entering, the aroma of the indoor incense burner is wafting, and the clusters of incense are gently floating above, vertically upward, shaped like a thin dragon, looking through them, everything seems a bit blurred.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, he approached and said respectfully, "Father."

Zhuge Boran raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't raise his head. He was obviously not surprised by his presence. Holding the book in his hand, he didn't intend to put it down, and asked slowly in a low voice: "The snow outside hasn't stopped yet. ?"

Sitting on the couch opposite to his father, Zhuge Yi took a book of Warring States Policy, flipped through it naturally and replied: "Of course, it's still under."

"Is there something on Yi'er's mind recently? Why do you come here when it's snowing heavily?" Zhuge Boran just asked this inadvertently, but after asking, he suddenly became a little suspicious. There is no reason to come here frequently, and every time Every time I look for myself, I just play chess and talk heart-to-heart, recite poems and get it right. Doing these things is nothing more than cultivating sentiment. Is there no other purpose besides this?He didn't believe it, at least he had lived a long time, Zhuge Yi's behavior was so abnormal, his intuition told him: there is something wrong with this child.

After all, he is his own son, although Zhuge Yi's face did not say: I have something on my mind.But there are always omissions, a slight frown, a hint of sadness inadvertently revealed on weekdays, or an obvious distraction, how could Zhuge Boran not guess a little bit.

After Zhuge Yi heard his father's words, he was taken aback for a moment, and then pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "Where did father come up with such an idea? I'm afraid you are worrying too much. There is nothing important in the court recently, and Yi'er has also ended up in trouble." Relaxed and at ease, so I came to sit with you for a while when I was bored." After turning his mind, he deliberately put down the book in his hand and said with a resentful look in his eyes, "Could it be that father dislikes the child? If he dislikes If I bother you, then I..."

"What are you talking about?!" Interrupted him, and then Zhuge Boran calmed down and patiently explained, "Being a father is to see that you are always absent-minded, so there is no other meaning in asking, you child, I really don't know who you are with." After speaking, he shook his head helplessly.