MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 752 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (37)

  Chapter 752 The Return of the Undoubted, Lonely Flowers Like This (37)

   Wen Xien turned her head and avoided the man's hand. She lowered her eyelashes, her meaning was clear, and she didn't want Guo Zhenfei to behave too intimately.

  's hands froze in place. The man's face was already dark and gloomy. He endured it, but he couldn't help but ask: "Why? Does it have to be like this?"

   He lowered his tone, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.

   Wen Xien closed his eyes as if he didn't want to see him.

   Guo Zhenfei's breathing was heavy, he was obviously out of anger, the blue veins on his forehead burst out, and Wen Xien, who had just walked away from the gate of hell, was even colder and more distant from him than before. He couldn't understand why?

   He can't stand Wen Xien like this, how can he stand it?

   Did he do something wrong? What did he do wrong? Why don't you want to let him touch it!

   Guo Zhenfei stood up with the medicine in his hand. He was strong and tall, which made him look condescending.

   A tall man with low eyelashes and an expressionless face, but the fingers holding the medicine are trembling, and the black medicine is rippling.

   "Win Sheen."

   he called out.

   The person on the bed ignored him, he was already awake, but he still closed his eyes and fell asleep, as if looking at him was disgusting!

   Suppressing the monstrous anger and grievances, Guo Zhenfei understood that Wen Xien had just recovered from a serious illness, so he tried his best to calm down his emotions and taut his face.

   "You, if it was me that day, I scared you, it's my fault, but you have to stay away from me for those few words? Do you... hate me?"

  The man was low-pitched, full of bewilderment and panic. His temperament was always silent and dull. He didn't say anything nice or coax people. For Wen Xien's indifference and alienation, he immediately thought that he was wrong.

  Wen Xien knew that he was wrong, so he just didn't say it.

She seemed to be asleep, with her eyes closed as delicate as a jade person. Guo Zhenfei stood for a moment without getting any response. Her mood was tumbling up and down like a window curtain dancing with the wind, trying her best to suppress her anxiety and fear. , only a little more.

  Wen Xien still closed his eyes and remained silent, as if there were no people standing beside him, just insignificant air.

  Miao Hua saw that the atmosphere was very wrong, no wonder he couldn't get in, his brows furrowed, he raised his hand and took the medicine in the man's hand.

   "You go."

   This is so rude.

  The man didn't even look at the child, he just stared at Wen Xien paranoid and persistent, he was waiting, waiting for an explanation.

   But disappointingly, he couldn't wait.

  Miao Hua looked at this man really annoying, his eyes became cold, "Wen Xien doesn't want to see you, so go out."

   I don't know which sentence the child said hit the man's heart. His tall body swayed, and the fingers hanging by his side shrank.

   He stood beside the bed very aggrieved, like an abandoned dog.

   "...don't you want to see me?"

   The man seemed to stop until he got the answer, and kept asking over and over again.

  Wen Xien was finally willing to open his eyes, his dark eyes were calm and cold, like two glass beads picked up from ice and snow.

   Guo Zhenfei looked at those beautiful eyes very seriously, unfortunately, he didn't see the softness and gentleness that was often there.

   "Brother Guo, go back and don't come again."

   That voice was so soft, but the damage inside was so great.

   Even if she said heartless words, it was heartwarming and pitiful.

   Guo Zhenfei's heart seemed to be empty, the cold wind leaked, and it was freezing to the bone.

   "Wen Xien..."

  Wen Xien was indifferent, her light-colored lips pursed slightly.

   After a minute of silence, Guo Zhenfei finally moved. He walked out without saying a word, without looking back.

   Wen Xien blinked, her expression extremely cold, but the sound of the man's footsteps disappeared, so she looked up.

   That kind of look is indescribably complicated, and Miao Hua doesn't like Wen Xien looking at others with this kind of look.

   The cold expression on her face had long since disappeared, and what emerged was sadness.

   So what is she worried about now?

   What are you worrying about?

  Miao Hua said casually, "Drinking the medicine."

  After a moment of silence, Wen Xien withdrew his gaze, his cold voice was still a little hoarse, showing an ethereal energy, his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pale lips were curved, but there was no smile.

   "I had a long dream."

  Miao Hua thought of the words Wen Xien said when he woke up, his heart ached, and he listened quietly.

   "In the dream, I was walking alone, I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't know where I was going, so I had no direction, but I knew I couldn't stop."

   Wen Xien spoke very slowly, his voice was as soft as babbling, his eyes didn't know where to look, "I just keep walking like this, walking, there is no end..."

   "until I heard him calling me and he said to take me home..."

   Wen Xien smiled, but frowned, because she knew that it was all a dream.

   She is still alone and no one will take her home.

   Miao Hua stretched out his hand to smooth the folds between her brows, her eyes were very soft: "This is home."

   Wen Xien chuckled, her slender black eyelashes were stained with tears, but she smiled brightly. Miao Hua was fascinated by this clean and beautiful smile, and stared at Wen Xien in a trance.

   touched the child's hair, Wen Xien tilted his head with a smile on his face, "You are right, this is my home, Xiaohua, I have only you."

   Inexplicably a little sour in his eyes, Miao Hua blinked and said seriously: "Then you can only have me, and no one else."

   Wen Xien's smile deepened: "Okay."

   That dream seemed to be really regarded by Wen Xien as a dream, and it was never mentioned again. Wen Xien drank the medicine, and the bitter taste deformed her expression.

  Miao Hua seemed to be ready, took out a candy and stuffed it into Wen Xien's mouth.

  Sweet taste instantly dilutes bitterness.

  The child was afraid that Wen Xien would be hungry, so he ran into the kitchen to cook porridge after a while.

   She was the only one left in the room.

  Wen Xien turned his face to the side of the window, stared at the skylight and the corners of the eaves outside from the crack of the window, stretched out his hand from the quilt, and blocked the light falling on his eyes.

  ——

   The wind and cold came so violently that it directly knocked down Wen Xien's dilapidated body. It didn't take long for it to spread throughout the village. Wen Xien had no relatives and no reason, and was just a joke.

   Although the child is young, he takes good care of Wen Xien. Sometimes Wen Xien is embarrassed. After all, he is only a five-year-old child with limited things he can do. Wen Xien looks very distressed.

   (end of this chapter)