Chapter 119: Fan for Yi Zhi

It was night, and the dark tones of loneliness were stripped away. Even the coldest street lights in the deep alleys were rendered by their moods as orange earthen walls that met the fire in the stove at the corner. The fields, old dogs, and sparse fences built in the old seasons were the farthest, but the yellowest bookmarks, called the peaceful place.

At midnight, Wang Qibu was in a bad mood. The janitor Shen Qingge's strange eyes were gritting his teeth into the room where the sick girl was lying. But even if he was unhappy, his movements were still very light. You should know that even if he had reached his level, he would run in a quiet place where the needle could be heard, fighting (must be the same level as him, such as Yue Xiaochen), and killing enemies (this does not require cooperation) can keep almost absolute quiet. Even breathing can last until it is secretly unheard.

Just as I expected, uh, no, I was worried. The quilt was indeed kicked off by the girl, but it was a little depressed. Why did the girl fall asleep in her pajamas in such hot weather, and sighed, walked over and pulled the quilt up, and stared at the place where the quilt finally reached without looking at it.

Touching the girl's forehead, the fever had subsided. Wang Qibu smiled with peace of mind, and then touched the girl's broken cheeks. Well, he told himself that this was just a confirmation. He picked up the half cup of honey water on the bedside table, walked to the kitchen to fill it up, using the method of kettle against the mouth of the cup.

Back in the bedroom, he put the cup full of water back to his original place. When he looked at the girl again, the quilt was kicked to his feet. Wang Qibu frowned and was about to pull up the quilt again, but when he leaned over, he saw the girl's forehead covered with sweat, and even his thick bun was soaked. So he had to go to the bathroom to throw a towel, twist it until it was eighty-minute dry, and wipe the girl's sweat off.

After doing everything, Wang Qibu took out the black gold agarwood fan he carried with him from his pocket. This was a birthday gift from Yun Lan a few years ago. He remembered that Yun Lan once mentioned that this fan originated from the pinnacle of the fan-making masters in Suzhou and Hangzhou in the Qing Dynasty. As for the value, the materials alone were quite expensive, and the skill of making fans has now been lost. Therefore, this fan, which does not have two ounces of weight, naturally became a world-class masterpiece that cannot be obtained by a thousand gold coins.

After opening the fan, a ray of peaceful fragrance dissipated in the air. It brought out the old background like apart. Even the girl's frown in the quilt was relaxed. Many years ago, people said: the heart is calm and naturally cool. Agarwood is exactly what can calm people's minds. Holding a fan for the woman should be the most Zhang Ailing's words. It was scattered into the ground through the window, and the moonlight on the girl's face and the boy's bedside became the most beautiful layout. It was not until the early morning, dawn, dawn, and early morning that Xiaoxi took over the moonlight, and the young man waved his arms for most of the night, but he did not have a mess of rhythm...

"You, don't tell me that you have been shaking here all night?" Liu Yundai opened her already big eyes to the maximum, hugged the quilt and said with some stuttering.

"It's been half a night. In fact, I came back not long after I went out last night. You always kicked the quilt. Although I know you are hot, since you are sick, you can always cover the quilt. After covering it several times, I feel troublesome, so I just stand here to fan you. By the way, this fan is beautiful? It's very consistent with my temperament? It's a birthday gift from my master. And, most importantly, this style is the only one in the world." As we all know, Wang Qibu is not the kind of person who will hypocritically say that he has just come in based on various painful thoughts. However, he is kind-hearted and does not want Liu Yundai who is sick to be too emotional, so he had to add a lot of useless nonsense to the latter.

"But why?" Obviously, this nonsense was not very useful. Liu Yundai, who was crying, asked this question.

"Why? Oh, because this fan has been around for almost two hundred years, and this method of making fans has been lost. Is the fragrance in the house? But the fragrance of agarwood. And the gold on you are all..."

"Enough! Don't pretend to be stupid. You understand what I want to ask. Why are you so kind to me?" He interrupted Wang Qibu's mumbling thoughts almost roaring. Liu Yundai forced himself to prevent the water from letting the water in his eyes, which meant that something was flowing out.

"So you were asking this. Hi, because I promised you that I would take care of you." Only in Wang Qibu's memory, he did make such a promise on that Venetian night many years ago. So he was confident.

The shock on the girl's face was frozen for a long time, and Wang Qibu's gentle face was frozen for a long time. After a long time, the talented woman faced Wang Qibu's gaze and asked with a smile, "Why don't I remember you've given me such a promise?" But tears had flowed out freely. The flow was very fast, and then it gathered in her pointed jaw, turning into a line of tears, dripping onto the quilt. And these tears were because she knew that she had fallen somewhere. Well, she fell willingly.

"I also swear in my name of brother that I have definitely said it." Wang Qibu raised his head and said.

"Wang Qibu!" Liu Yundai threw the pillow directly on him, and her beautiful eyes were full of coquettishness.

"Okay, since you forgot, I will say it again; Liu Yundai, I will take care of you." This was really the second time he made such a promise, but he was more determined than the first time.

"Yeah." Liu Yundai responded, and then said, "Go out now."

"Ga?" Wang Qibu was stunned and shouted in anger with anger, "Why? Why? Don't you bully people like this."

"What are you yelling around!" Liu Yundai rebuked, then lowered her head and said timidly, "I, I want to go to the toilet. The room is so small, how can I go when you are a big boy staying in the room?"

After hearing this, Wang Qibu returned to his hippie smile. He giggled foolishly and said, "Then you are busy first, I'll buy you breakfast. What do you want to eat?" This is actually a good love word. After all, he has been busy all night and has been hungry.

"Thank you. But there is no need to be too troublesome. Just the white porridge and pickles yesterday." Liu Yundai said considerately. Her sweet smile means that she is enjoying happiness at this moment.

"Yeah." Wang Qibu agreed and turned around and left. But when he just walked to the door, he heard Liu Yundai struggled and finally said something, "Go and go quickly and return quickly."

This made Wang Qibu's figure obviously stagnant, because in Liu Yundai's thinking, who thought he was very considerate and easy to support, there might be some things sold in the breakfast shop downstairs, but it would take Wang Qibu half an hour to buy it even if he was racing. And as for this time, I don't know how long it will take to queue.

(I really like to tell stories to everyone in the most beautiful words I can write. Taking time to write some words every day is really a pain and joyful torture. Today, I have fewer words, so I will chant more. The purpose of writing books is really inversely proportional to my personality. If I don’t want money, I just want self-satisfaction and the recognition of friends, girls, Chunchun who have the chance to see these words. Well, okay, I know someone will say that I am aloof and that it is too unreasonable to say that I don’t want money. But damn, Brother Qian will not be listed, and I require it to be listed two months ago.
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