The young man's breath was as dry and refreshing as ever. Sang Li blushed and his head was lowered like an ostrich, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Xiaomian, why don't you carry me on your back?"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito and flies, and she felt inexplicably hot and soft.

There is still a big difference between back and hugs, not to mention that this kind of princess hugs should be considered... a very intimate move, right?

The boy walked very fast and remained silent.

The large fog dissipated, and the original darkness appeared among the green trees and green mountains. The sky was really going to be dark.

Sang Li looked up uneasily and looked at it secretly, only seeing the boy's clear and tough jawline, and the look on his face could not be seen.

The road down the mountain was steep, but he was still stable. His arms were so strong that he clasped his fists and was very respectful.

Sang Li stopped talking, and some mixed thoughts appeared in her mind like a ball of yarn.

She was originally blushing and throbbing in her heart and dream of shame. She wanted to avoid him and never be noticed, otherwise she would definitely be ashamed and would not have the face to see him.

But Xiaomian hugged her like this, and her feelings were completely different.

Sang Li even had a guess, Xiaomian... Could he like her?

She felt that she was too self-indulgent and too shameless to think of this, but when she thought of Yaoshui Town, the thick stack of paintings hidden in the box, she couldn't help but think, maybe?

This idea is like a small grass that pops up, soft, slender, but tenacious, and can't be suppressed no matter how hard it is.

I was thinking all the way, but the long mountain road seemed short.

There were only a few stars in the dark night sky, and the shadows on the road were not clearly visible. Sang Li didn't feel afraid, but only felt that Xiaomian's arms were warm and solid.

She even vaguely hoped that the road back would be longer.

The lights caught my eyes, Qu Qingmian's pace became faster. He returned to the temple and leaned over and placed the person on the chair. When Sang Lishang was not responding in time, he clamped her feet that were not worn until cold at night.

The boy's body was hot, and Sang Li's feet were numb and gradually regained consciousness. She looked at the person squatting in front of her and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was particularly silent today, and he couldn't see clearly by lowering his eyelashes, but his tight pursed lips still showed bad mood.

Sang Li noticed that he was angry and vaguely guessed that the source of his anger was her.

In fact, after all, she left aside those random thoughts. She knew that Xiaomian was a person who could remember well and valued feelings. When she was meticulous and considerate, she shouldn't use her expectations to over-interpret it, but she still couldn't help but want to explain it to him.

"I think of Mr. Jiang, a good friend who can play together," Sang Li felt guilty and her eyelashes trembled slightly. "But friends should also have clear boundaries. Xiaomian, I know I did something wrong and shouldn't wear his shoes."

Jiang Muyu was kind-hearted, but what reason did she have to make her walk in the cold and thorny mountains and forests covered with gravel and thorny areas?

Sang Li suddenly felt a little disgusted with herself.

After warming her feet, Qu Qingmian took her shoes to put on her, and her tone was calm, "You did nothing wrong, you were not injured, and you were not wrong."

If Jiang Muyu hadn't given her shoes, her feet would have been cut by the thick ground, so the unhappiness and discomfort was not here at all.

"Why are you going up the mountain different from me?"

Sang Li was like a child who did something wrong, hanging down her head and waiting for criticism, "When I met them, they were in a hurry to leave, so they didn't have time..."

Her voice became weaker and she felt so guilty.

In the past, she would tell Xiaomian when she followed her aunts up the mountain, but this time she didn't even say hello and disappeared for a whole day. She didn't know how he found it.

Qu Qingmian gently pressed the tip of her tongue against the back groove, and said with a little sourness, "Do you still want to meet him alone?"

He had already given up and no longer forced himself to stop her from contacting her with Jiang's surname, but just made the request to meet together.

Sang Li lowered her head deeply, her chin was about to reach her chest, "No, I will definitely take you next time."

next time……

Qu Qingmian didn't know what she was looking forward to, maybe she was expecting that she would never see him again.

Although she didn't wait for her to say this, Jiang Muyu came over to say goodbye a few days later.

Unlike him who likes to wear black, the man who stood not far away talking to Sang Li was wearing a luxurious white robe and looked at Liuhua. Because it was cold, he wore a cloak with a fur collar in the same color, which made him look even more noble.

Knowing that it was said goodbye, Qu Qingmian gave up the space and sat not far away to watch.

"Are you really planning to leave?" Sang Liyuan wanted to make a joke, but found that the person who usually quarreled and hurt each other was still a little reluctant to part with him when he was separated, and it was hard to say anything about him.

Jiang Muyu's eyes were smiling, and he stared at the person in front of him for a while, and laughed and said, "I can't bear to leave? Then you keep me, keep me, and I won't leave."

Yesterday, the third group came to urge him to go back, and the leader was his father's close guard, and the task was to bring people back even if they were tough.

Jiang Muyu knew that he couldn't hold on and had to go back.

When he went back this time, he did not intend to compromise with his father, but accepted the arranged marriage and life, but wanted to go back and handle everything well.

He knew what he wanted most.

Sang Li was fussed by him, and his tone of slight reluctance was raised again because of his reluctance. "What are you leaving? I long wish you could leave. I'm so slow. Let's go quickly."

The winter is dry, cold and cold, and the breath that speaks is light white. Qu Qingmian saw that the fog in front of the two became dizzy and thicker, and they started to fight each other one by one.

He held back and did not destroy this last time.

Sang Li's sadness in the mutual confrontation completely diluted, and she found that she was very relaxed when she got along with Jiang Muyu. In the future, no one would quarrel with her like this.

"All the road is good." She originally wanted to say that she could write a letter in the future, but she still didn't say it.

In short, everyone has a great family and a great career, but not a person from the same world. Just one meeting is enough.

"It's gone?" Jiang Muyu chuckled and looked down at her, "Don't you want to see me again in the future?"

Sang Li heard something, "Will you come to this fishing village again?"

The smile on Jiang Muyu's face became brighter and brighter, "Yes, come again."

If you come again, you won't leave.

Sang Li was surprised: "Really?"

"real."

"Then you said just now that you would never see him again," Sang Li looked at him contemptuously, feeling happy. "There are mountains, seas, clear sky and clouds here. It is indeed a good place to relax and take a nap occasionally."

Without waiting for a few more greetings, Qu Qingmian on the other side heard the words to come back and immediately walked over to Hengdan between the two.

Jiang Muyu looked at him deeply, "Looking forward to seeing you again."

A team of people went up the mountain to hunt in the fishing village next door, and two were missing.

Since that day he was trapped in the mountains and forests, the white mist was filled with it and could not walk out. The people who were traveling with him had already spread the news. At the same time, Qu Qingmian also went up the mountain again, trying to find the monster that almost took Sang Li away that day. However, the mountains were continuous, and the monster could not be found, and it was impossible to find it.

Given that Sang Li's group of people came back safely and those who had not experienced it would not be afraid, some villagers didn't care about going up the mountain, but they were not so lucky when they encountered the fog. People who came back said that they saw a pair of green eyes, floating like ghost fire, and there were two people in the team quietly.

At the request of the villagers, Qu Qingmian went up the mountain again. He was good at fighting face to face with monsters, but was not good at tracking and searching. The monster was determined to hide and could not be found everywhere.

A few days later, heavy snow fell and no villagers went up the mountain again.

Sang Li was so cold that she was shaking and holding the handwarmer. She also burned a brazier in front of her. She turned her head to look at the heavy snow like goose feathers outside. The sky was gloomy and it seemed particularly cold this year.

"Xiaomian, why don't we eat rabbit meat hotpot tonight!"

She looked at the bunny that had grown to round and was still eating rustlingly, her eyes were bright, and it was so cold that it was the most suitable for a spicy hot pot!

Unfortunately, Jiang Muyu couldn't eat it. At that time, he had a good meal with him for the distribution of rabbit meat. However, when he thought about it, Sang Li found it funny again. He was a powerful family in Kyoto, so he couldn't eat any delicacies, so he didn't have to worry about such a little rabbit meat.

After finding something, Sang Li had the strength again and was no longer afraid of the cold. She happily lifted the rabbit and went to the kitchen to prepare.

Qu Qingmian got up and took the rabbit in her hand, "I'll do it."

Sang Li looked at the boy who was the first to walk to the kitchen, and couldn't help but smile and followed him lightly.

As long as Xiaomian is at home, every time she cooks, he will help him.

God knows how much she likes to cook together. The bloody little mian that she doesn’t want to deal with, the dishes that she doesn’t want to wash, and the one that she doesn’t dare to touch is still Xiaomian that she doesn’t want to touch.

Many times, she didn't need to say anything at all, and she didn't even expect that Xiaomian could do it properly, so meticulous that she felt far inferior to her.

Sang Li was also happy to do these things. He was always in a happy mood every time and couldn't help but smile and think that Xiaomian was so good.

Jiang Muyu, who was punished by family, was pulled to pieces and was kneeling in the ancestral hall.

My father Jiang Yuan was still holding a bloody whip in his hand and glared, "Say what you said again!"

Jiang's mother, who was so anxious that she hurriedly pulled her, felt so distressed that her eyes were wet, "Put down the whip, it's been difficult for the person to come back. Can't we say it well?"

"What else do you say to him!" Jiang Yuan was so angry that he spitted everywhere, "It's not something you used to. Yu An, please invite your wife out!"

"What are you doing? You Jiang Yuan. Now you dare to let your people drive me away, right?" Jiang's mother turned around and took the porcelain cup on the desk next to her, and broke it with a slam and pointed it at her neck with fragments, "If you dare to touch Yu'er again, I'll die here today!"

Jiang Yuan's energy was shaking, and as the dispute was about to arise, Jiang Muyu, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly leaned over and knocked to the ground.

"The child knows his parents' orders and matchmaker's words, which should not be violated, but the child already has someone who belongs to him. This marriage must be withdrawn."

After saying that, he thumped on the ground with a few more sounds.

Jiang Yuanqi smiled, "People of the Heart? You just want to reject the Lin family, which is very beneficial to your future for a wild girl who comes out of nowhere?"

Jiang's mother lost the broken porcelain pieces in her hand and hurriedly walked over to hold Jiang Muyu and persuaded him, "It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. If you really like it, you can marry the girl from the Lin family and then take her into the door. Why do you have to do this?"

Looking at the bloody color of the white robe soaked behind her back, Jiang's mother felt so distressed that she burst into tears. She wanted to help the person up, but Jiang Muyu didn't move at all.

"The child wants to marry her, and that's the only one."
To be continued...