Bond of Smiling Proud

Chapter 9

After that, for half a year, Wen Mu never saw Dongfang again.

Winter goes to spring, and in a blink of an eye, it's summer solstice again.

Years later, Aunt Han, who had contracted typhoid fever in the village, gave her a bag of vegetable seeds after recovering from her illness.She opened up a small vegetable field in the backyard, and after the beginning of spring, she slowly sowed it.

The land at the foot of the mountain is fertile, but she just waters the soil regularly and removes some weeds occasionally, so the green vegetable seedlings grow lushly.

It was evening when the East came back again.She is setting up a grape trellis in the yard, lying on a bamboo chair and quietly enjoying the cool in a daze.

It wasn't until the sunset cast a long shadow between her eyebrows and eyes that she realized that she sat up slowly.

A tall and tall young man sat down at her feet, his red clothes were like blood, and his long hair was like ink.He gently leaned his head on the armrest of the bamboo chair, his black eyes were full of deep gloom and bewilderment.

Wen Mu looked at him silently, the setting sun coated his body with a layer of fluffy gold.

This was the first time she saw him wearing red clothes, as if there was a layer of enchantment in his eyebrows and eyes.

The evening wind passes through the hair.

The two were silent for a long time.Until dusk came, the stars all over the sky scattered down like water.

Dongfang slowly raised his face, and curled his lips towards her, with a kind of freshness in his eyes that he didn't have before, "That night a year ago is somewhat similar to today."

Wen Mu looked at the sparkling water in his eyes, didn't know what to say, so he hummed lightly.

The East doesn't care either.He let out a light breath, "Every time I visit you, you are always the same, without any change. It makes me feel that rare peace."

She carefully looked at his face, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Can I... help you take a pulse?"

His eyes darkened, and his voice was unknowingly cold, "No need."

He paused again, softened his tone slightly, and said, "I know my own body. I just hate it..." His voice gradually lowered, but the atmosphere around him became colder and more chilling.

This was the first time he had shown his ruthless and bloodthirsty side in front of her.

It's surprisingly true, and it's not scary.

Wen Mu was silent for a moment, stood up gently, and said, "Let me make you a pot of Qingxin tea." After speaking, he entered the room silently.

Dongfang sat quietly for a while, listening to the buzzing of insects in the surrounding grass and the rustling of the wind.After smelling the familiar fragrance of medicine in the air, he gently brushed off the dust on his clothes, turned around and entered the house.

Wen Mu has already poured a cup of tea.The tea was boiling hot, and the water mist curled up, blurring her indifferent eyebrows and eyes.

Dongfang looked at her for a moment, then suddenly called her, "Xiao Mu."

She put the cup by his hand, Fang looked up at him, "What's the matter?"

Dongfang avoided her gaze.Just staring at the old texture on the table in front of him, he asked softly, "If there is an important thing that requires you to replace it with your body, would you be willing?"

Wen Mu asked back, "If it's changed, are you still you?"

Seeing that he was silent, he thought about it again, and said softly, "Is this what you want in the end, or do you just want to use it to achieve other goals?"

Is there another purpose...

Dongfang paused, took another deep look at her indifferent black eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly.

The world is so big, isn't there any other martial arts that can make him stand alone in the martial arts world?It's not like I don't know what the old man who let me do is planning.If you have to have this skill of neither male nor female, even if you win the world, what's the use?

He closed his eyes slightly, and exhaled a foul breath.Then he picked up the herbal tea and drank it slowly.

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