Flirting

He put what he learned from the book on his mother, only thinking that she was such a vulgar person, but he also felt sorry for her being such an ignorant person.

As for the other woman, the one closest to him should be his wife.

But that lady always looked at him with a contemptuous look, and didn't even allow him to enter her room, let alone have any kind words to him.

She never said anything to him except endless sarcasm and ridicule.

She even hugged and flirted with other people in front of him, which hit his self-esteem as a man very badly.

But he didn't even dare to go forward and ask a question, just because the man holding his wife was such a strong and mighty man, at least he was a healthy person.

As for him, he wasn't, he had half a broken leg, and he didn't even have the ability to please women.

How depressed he was, how he wished that someone could hold him tenderly and listen to his pain quietly.

There is no ridicule, no contempt, just love and concern, and understanding explanations.

This is probably why he was so easily fascinated by that dancer.

Because she is such a beautiful person, her every move, every frown and smile affects his dark and humble heart.

Last night, in order to celebrate the king's 60th birthday, the palace was very lively, with lights and festoons everywhere, a banquet was set up in the garden, and a famous local troupe was invited to sing.

Sitting at the banquet, what he saw was the bustling scene around him, but this bustle had nothing to do with him. He just felt uncomfortable and wished he could leave immediately and go back to his dark and dark room.

At this time, I saw the horn singing Zhang Fei recede on the stage, and the suona sound stopped.

But the guzheng was played, ding ding dong dong, like a dark stream in a secluded spring, with the gurgling sound of water.

Amidst the brisk music, a girl dressed in blue cloth and embroidered kerchief on her head jumped onto the stage, with a white belt around her waist, making her waist slender and grippable.

She held a three-foot long sword in her hand, and first performed a set of sword skills, jumping and moving, both light and happy, just like a white rabbit jumping up, its movements blurred and unpredictable.

The girl's swordsmanship was so elegant that He Yanxi, who was about to take the opportunity to escape, also sat down, just watched quietly, without blinking her eyes, fearing that she might miss something.

Suddenly, the girl jumped off the high platform and stabbed He Chonghai with her sword.

The guard next to He Chonghai raised his sword early to protect him, and shouted angrily: "Back off!"

The girl didn't panic, turned the tip of the sword in her hand, picked up a glass of wine on the table, and said with a smile: "Gu Shaner toasts the king's wine."

When He Chonghai saw her radiant face, his mind was shaken, he hurriedly called back the two guards, stood up, took up the trembling wine glass on Gu Faner's sword with both hands, and drank it with a smile.

Gu Shan'er turned her body around, and with a touch of her toes, she jumped far away, and danced the sword in her hand very lightly, and sometimes stabbed at the guests at the banquet, causing everyone to run away in a panic, screaming again and again.

But He Chonghai found it funny, stroked his hard beard, clapped his palms, and laughed loudly.

Suddenly, Gu Fan danced in front of He Yanxi.

She repeated her old trick and stabbed at him with a sword.

Who would have thought that He Yanxi would have been in a daze long ago when he saw her, seeing the sword approaching him, he didn't react at all, just staring blankly at Gu Shan'er.

Gu Fan had her own sense of propriety, the sword pressed against his brow, and with a sudden tremor, she took it back. When she was about to finish, she turned around, blinked at He Yanxi, and then jumped away.

Seeing her go away, He Yanxi felt scared. Thinking of the sword touching his forehead just now, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

But he was so happy and surprised in his heart, the act of Aunt Cai Fan'er turning her head and winking at him just now was deeply reflected in his mind, but he couldn't get rid of it.

He dazedly patrolled the field for Gu Fan'er's figure, but she quickly backed away, out of sight.

He suddenly felt a great sense of loss, so he picked up the crutches beside him, walked out of King He's palace with his shoulders up and down, and walked slowly along the banks of the two rivers.

He didn't know where he was going, but he was far away from the hustle and bustle. Walking alone in this dark silence, there was a faint joy rising up, which was brought to him by Gu Shan.

He can enjoy her beauty and charm quietly without being disturbed.

At this time, he came to a weeping willow tree. The thin and soft branches of the willow tree hung down on the river, blowing slowly by the night wind, causing some tiny ripples on the water.

"What is she doing now? Is she thinking of me too?"

Thinking about it in his heart, he picked a wicker in his hand, sat down against the willow tree, put his crutches by his feet, and picked off the thin leaves of the wicker little by little, wrapping them round and round. finger.

"She probably doesn't remember me at all. How could she remember me? For a beautiful girl like her, she probably already has a lover she likes."

He untied the twigs from his fingers and began to tie knots one by one.

There were more and more knots on the wicker, but his mind became more and more chaotic.

"But if she didn't care about me, why did she stab me that sword, and why did she wink at me?"

Distraught, he threw the branch on the river and sighed heavily.

At this moment, someone behind him laughed: "Which sentimental person is sighing alone here?"

He Yanxi hurriedly looked back, but only saw a vague outline, tall and thin, standing in the distance, slowly walking over.

Inadvertently someone heard his thoughts, he only felt ashamed, and he didn't care to take a look at who the other party was, so he got up and left.

But the more he wanted to get out of here quickly, the more he could not control his hands and feet. Finally, he touched the crutches and tried to get up. After trying three times in a row, his hands and feet did not tremble, and he stood up very steadily.

The man approached quickly, and said in surprise: "It turns out that the son of King He is sighing here, is there anything bothering you?"

He Yanxi lowered his head, and could only see this person's blue satin shoes with pointed toes, blue cloth trousers embroidered with lace, and a crew-neck blouse with black buckles and silver thread embroidered placket. With intricate patterns.

There was still a white belt around her waist, so slender, but so flexible, it seemed to grab his heart away in an instant, entangled it tightly, and strangled him until he couldn't breathe.

He Yanxi's heart was beating violently, but he didn't even dare to look up at her face, he just let out a light exclamation, then his hands and feet went limp, and he fell to the ground.

The crutch in his hand also rolled away a few steps along the small slope at his feet.

"Be careful—" Gu Shan hurriedly bent down, and stretched out a hand in front of him, trying to help him up.

He Yanxi looked at the soft catkin like a beautiful jade carving, and the dim moonlight fell on it, making it hazy like gauze.

He was so terrified that he kept saying: "No... no..." and backed up with his hands on the ground.

He took two steps back, Gu Shan'er approached him three steps, the jade hand caught up and grabbed his arm, only to hear her smile and say: "Be careful of falling into the river."

He blushed, and felt his arm was very hot, and his whole feeling fell on that arm.

Where she held her palm, she could only feel a burst of soft warmth, as if his whole heart was set on fire, and it was about to melt.

He was in a drowsy state, letting Gu Shan hold his arm and drag him a few steps towards the shore.

His body leaned against Gu Shan'er's shoulder for a short while.Her arms are so slender and soft, but they are also so powerful. Her shoulders are so round and pleasant, but they are also so tough and generous.

This even gave him an illusion, as if this person could support him like this, and walk like this for the rest of his life.

But this illusion soon disappeared as Gu Shan'er's hand left him.

He stared at her back stupidly, but still couldn't say a word, feeling remorse and timidity in his heart.

She saw his ugliness just now, even if she didn't say anything, I'm afraid she would laugh at me in her heart.

Sorrow hung over his immature heart, which made his face look so gloomy and sad at this moment.His pale face seemed even paler, like a piece of white paper without any ink on it.

But Gu Shan'er didn't leave, she just picked up his walking stick which had fallen far away and put it by his hand.

His heart was beating again, and there was a little red on his face, making him look more alive.

But he still didn't even dare to lift his head, didn't dare to look at the touching face of this beautiful woman, didn't dare to look at her eyebrows, and didn't dare to look at her lips.

With a low gaze, he just fell on her shoes that were covered by the wide trouser legs, and the exposed toe of the shoes was enough for him to jump with joy.

He held the cane handed over by Gu Faner, and his fingers inadvertently touched her fingertips, but the warm touch that disappeared as soon as he touched it shocked him.

He whispered: "Thank you." But the voice was so hoarse and unpleasant.

He almost didn't dare to stay in front of her anymore, he wished he could run away immediately so that she wouldn't see his ugly body.

He wants to hide secretly, and watch her graceful figure carefully and calmly in the dark.

"You're welcome." She said lightly, and then sat down beside him.

He became more and more uneasy, wanting her to stay, but also not wanting her to stay.

What should he say to please this girl? Will she like herself?He just felt at a loss, so he could only bury his head lower, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

Gu Fan asked him: "What are you doing by the river alone, watching the moon?"

With a trembling voice, he said, "Yes... No... Didn't look at the moon." He was almost incoherent, and when he said this, he only felt remorse in his heart, and he could have said something more beautiful than this.

At this time, he thought of Zhang Ruoxu's "Moon Night on the Spring River Flowers". The moon in the poem is so melancholy. Would she like to read poems?

But he had already missed the best time to answer, so he could only swallow these words in his stomach and chew them alone.