The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 69:

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At this time, Feng Zhiwei had already turned around the corridor, put on the mask again, and went straight to Mrs. Qiu's "Lihua Residence".

Her steps were as fast as the wind. She walked into the hall and entered the hospital. The maids and servants passing by could not see her figure clearly [lack of ending punctuation]

Feng Zhiwei felt that the summer wind was very cool, yet extremely hot, like a fire rushing into her chest, burning her internal organs, turning her to ashes in an instant.

Being turned into ashes, this unshakable family affection and admiration, this vague expectation of meeting again after a long separation, this preparation is full of painstaking efforts.

Why bother, why bother?

With her arms full of desolation, she ran in the hot wind, as if she wanted to disperse all the suffering against the wind.

A hand behind her gently put her shoulder.

Feng Zhi was slightly shocked and froze in place. After a while, he slowly looked back and realized that it was actually Gu Nanyi who never took the initiative to touch others.

He looked at her quietly through the gauze curtain. The corridor was quiet and far-reaching, surrounded by flowers and trees. The face of the person behind the veil that was blown by the wind was blurred. The only pair of eyes shone like the purest obsidian gems.

The long corridor is deep, and tall men and women look at each other.

It was quiet all around, and a cluster of deep red peonies bloomed brightly beside the railing.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly reached out to hold his hand, turned around, and leaned lightly on his shoulder.

"Lend me your shoulder to lean on..."

Gu Nanyi was frozen in the summer wind.

His world is one foot or three inches.

In front of you and behind you, one step away.

For twenty-two years, he walked within one foot and three inches of himself. No one dared to approach, and no one dared to come close.

However, today it was as if the ice was broken and the clouds were opened. The man approached lightly and could not be refused, leaning on his shoulder. His sweet breath blew the veil on his cheek, brushing against his cheek, soft and cool.

Gu Nanyi was a little confused and confused. He frowned slightly, not knowing what to do.

He should hate the breath that is so close and quiet, so close to his ears, moist and warm, just as he hates the noisy sound of rough fabrics and the dazzling light... All the sounds are like the creaking of broken wood, all the The light is like white lightning, the rough clothes are like sandpaper, and even the faces are often broken into a pile of frightening fragments.

However, the quiet and sharp breathing at this moment made him suddenly feel so quiet that it was hard to describe.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling. In a trance, he seemed to hear who was caressing his hair many, many years ago and said, My Nan Yi, my parents have no wish for him in their lives. I only hope you understand. Happy feelings.

Happiness...feeling...he didn't understand either word.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the face on his shoulder. The woman had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, like a black-winged butterfly in the wind. The strong aroma of peony curled up from the side of the railing, but it was not as good as hers. The fragrance is quiet and graceful.

The hand gently placed on his shoulder was as slender as an onion, with delicate knuckles and nails shining like pearls.

Gu Nanyi raised his head slightly, facing the beautiful summer breeze.

Feeling...it turns out this is called feeling.

Feng Zhiwei didn’t know that at this moment, this man who was always as solid as jade and unbreakable would experience ups and downs for the first time in his life, like a snow-capped mountain that had been closed for thousands of years, but suddenly a ray of light appeared, and he only stayed in a certain place. A sudden moment of enlightenment.

She just felt tired and exhausted, and needed a stable rest, and the man was silent and firm, able to bear all the sadness and sadness of her moment.

Face down, she leaned on his shoulder for a moment, then she raised her head with a smile, and said as if nothing had happened: "Let's go."

Seeing the woman walking ahead with brisk steps, Gu Nanyi tilted her head slightly and placed her cheek against the place where there was still warmth just now.

There was a faint fragrance next to his face. He sniffed it carefully and then felt a little damp on his face.

Gu Nanyi stretched out his hand, touched his face, and raised his fingers to the sun, showing faint traces of water.

He looked at it in confusion for a long time, then suddenly enlightened and touched his shoulder, where Feng Zhiwei's face had been leaning just now.

It felt slightly moist.

The corridor is deep and dark, and the summer light and shadow are mottled. In the light and shadow, the man's hand stops on his shoulder and stands there for a long time.

Mrs. Qiu has ordered people to wait in the main hall of "Lihuaju" for a long time, but Mr. Wei has not come yet, and it is not convenient for him to go out to meet him. When he was confused, he suddenly saw a man in a blue shirt, wearing a sunglasses. Come.

The maid who came out to check hurriedly went back to the inner room to report. Mrs. Qiu came out with a lot of maids and women. Just when she was a little confused about why there was no steward of the Qiu Mansion accompanying her, Feng Zhiwei smiled and bowed: "I have seen Qiu. Madam."

"Call me auntie." Mrs. Qiu smiled very kindly. Before the expedition, the master specially took care of her. Master Wei, a young man who was proud of the emperor's close ministers, not only must not offend him, but also try his best to win over him. Neglected.

And the young man standing in the hall neither humble nor arrogant, elegant, comely, suave and romantic, really made people happy at first sight. Mrs. Qiu graciously gave up her seat while secretly sighing that among her three sons, why didn’t any of them have such talent? .

The guest of honor exchanged a few words, and according to Mrs. Qiu's wish, she met Wei Zhi in the inner courtyard. This was just a gesture of kindness from Qiu Mansion. Since Wei Zhi called Qiu Shangqi's uncle, he, as an elder, should also entertain him. , with a few words, she served the tea. From now on, it would be up to the three young masters of the Qiu family to entertain this young civil servant, so she quickly served the tea.

After taking the tea, Feng Zhiwei didn’t move. He actually picked up the tea on his side and drank it slowly. He looked at Nan Yi and said with a smile: "Qiufu’s fragrant mountain tongue is very good. You Try it too."

Gu Nanyi put down the hand that had been resting on his shoulder, twirled his fingers to make sure there was no moisture anywhere, then pushed away the tea Feng Zhiwei handed over and said, "Dirty."

Feng Zhi smiled slightly, but Qiu Fu's face turned blue.

Mrs. Qiu’s face was also ugly—did Wei Zhi come from the countryside and not understand the rules? And he was a follower. How could a follower sit next to his master and talk nonsense?

"Madam." Feng Zhiwei finished drinking the tea and then said slowly, "My nephew has something to say to you..."

She stopped talking and looked around.

Mrs. Qiu was stunned, and Feng Zhiwei said again: "I went to Huwei Camp the day before yesterday..."