Chapter 147

In the cinema

The screen switching makes song Fengwan's face colorful. Her fingers are tightly clasped and her palms are cold and sweaty.

If she knew that Furong stone had such a moral, she would never have given it to Fu Chen, causing him such a misunderstanding.

"Third Master, I really don't intend to imply anything?" She was too excited to look him in the eye.

She was so frightened by Fu Chen's words that her face was in a panic. At this moment, her right hand was suddenly held by someone in the dark. She shrank and wanted to pull it back, but he held it tightly

"What do you do with your hands when the wound is not healed?" Fu Chen broke off the fingers she held tightly. His hands were so big that they could almost cover her. They were warm and slightly wet.

"Third Master..." his palms are as sweaty as himself.

"What's the matter?" The movie was so loud that they had to talk closer.

If there is something between the forehead, it seems to be rubbing against

It's like a fire.

The dim environment, the narrowing of the line of sight, other embarrassments are magnified infinitely, this kind of grinding like lingering, let people all over the blood are crying and shivering.

Palpitations are unbearable.

"I'm normal, too." Fu Chen spoke to her in a low voice with hoarseness, "I thought you were going to hint at me, and I would sweat."

Song Fengwan thought of eating barbecue before, Duan Linbai's evaluation.

She set Fu Shen too high from the beginning. She even felt that such a character should be calm and calm at any time.

"Last time you had an accident, I was scared. People have seven emotions and six desires. I've been with you for a long time..."

Fu Chen held her hand and looked up. His eyes were set against each other. His eyes were set off by the screen light.

Thin breathing sound, gentle and hot, with the inherent smell of sandalwood, negative, addictive.

It's reassuring.

Song Feng holds his breath in the evening, as if the breath is entangled

I can't separate them all my life.

He rubbed the palm of her hand, numb to death.

"To you..." he said with a trance smile, "I always care about what I like."

As if thunder burst, something inch by inch seized her throat, choking throb.

Fu Chen's mouth was hooked, "how? Taking care of you for so long, you have no feelings for me? "

Song Feng came back later. He was talking about the feelings between relatives. There are always some. She nodded, "there are feelings."

"Last time I asked you, you said you didn't hate me. I like this kind of thing." Fu Chen really wanted to pierce this layer of paper directly.

It's just that she's been stimulated too much recently, and she's going back to Yuncheng soon. He's afraid that she doesn't have such deep feelings for herself

She was afraid that she would avoid herself.

Just now she was worried and frightened. It's really pitiful. Fu Chen is

Reluctant to force her.

We can only explore step by step and draw slowly.

Song Fengwan thought for a moment, then nodded his head seriously.

"You don't have to think how terrible I am..." Fu Chen held her hand and suddenly put it on his chest.

He was wearing a sweater and vest with soft texture. The palm of his hand was close to it

His heart beat came from his palm, vigorous and powerful, even faster than once, which made her breath and heart beat faster and synchronized with it.

"Feel it?"

"Well..." song Fengwan's palm was very hot.

"I'm just an ordinary person. When I'm touched and close to someone, my heart beats faster. I also like and even fall in love with someone."

Song Fengwan nodded seriously, lifted his shoulder, and broke his fingers away from his palm.

In fact, he said so much, just want to express that he is an ordinary person.

Let's just say it. It has to be demonstrated that song Fengwan rubbed his palm.

It's hard to get rid of the heat.

**

When they walked out of the cinema, it was just over three in the afternoon.

The crowd in the shopping mall is surging slowly. Everyone wears more clothes. When walking, it's hard to avoid crowding and touching.

Fu Chen originally raised his hand to protect her shoulder. He was very restrained and polite.

Waiting for the crowded elevator, fingers down, holding her wrist, "don't get lost."

Song Fengwan didn't take the initiative to hold hands with the opposite sex. He always felt strange in his heart. However, he looked serious and serious. He always felt that his thoughts were so dirty and embarrassed.

After they got to the car, Fu Shen looked at his mobile phone, almost all of them were birthday messages. He didn't mind that others only sent him four words of "Happy Birthday". He just couldn't stand Duan Linbai. He didn't know where to give him a whole set of words, and clearly didn't have any intention.

"Where are you going now?" Song Fengwan is at his disposal today.

"Go to the temple with me. You can come back for dinner at this time."

"Yes."

Fu Shen looked at his mobile phone. On a push from a weather system app, it read:

Two hours later, there will be rain and snow in the capital. Please pay attention to your safety when you go out

He swiped his finger to delete the message.

Song Fengwan's mobile phone is a new one. She sets up the system and looks at Fu Shen. "Third Master, can I rub your hotspot?"

"Hot spots?" Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

Song Fengwan thought that he used to use the elderly machine, and he probably didn't know what the hot spot was. He sighed, "give me your mobile phone."

Fu Chen handed her the mobile phone, she also remember the password, unlock to set hot spots, links.

"It's just rubbing your traffic."

"You're free to rub." Fu Shen has already driven out of the basement of the mall.

Song Fengwan also rubs his traffic to download software happily. He doesn't know

A few hours later, there was a snowstorm.

She has been on the boat of thieves, and she is on a road of no return.

**

Yunjin capital

It's a tradition to eat noodles for his birthday. Even if Fu Chen didn't go to the old house, uncle Nian went on a trip and brought back a portion of the noodles made by the old lady. Later, Fu Chen came home and wanted to have a meal and cook it.

When he went out for a walk, he liked to take the bus, carrying noodles and humming opera. When he got home, he saw a woman wandering nearby.

From time to time, his eyes aimed at the door twice, but he hesitated.

"Girl, who are you looking for?" Uncle Nian looked at her. He had never seen her.

"I..." she coughed twice. "Do you live here?"

She reached for the mansion.

"Well." Uncle Nian nodded.

"Song Feng lived here late?" She spoke cautiously for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Yes, you're late?" Uncle Nian was surprised that Song Feng had lived here so long, and almost no one came to look for her. However, she was twenty-four-five years old, and she didn't look like a student of the same age.

"Oh, I'm the teacher in charge of her tutorial class. My name is Gao Xue."

Gao Xue came here according to Song Feng's registered address when he came to school late. This is the only house in this area. However, just looking at the floor area and external design, she feels proud of others.

It's obviously a private house of exclusive design.

"It's a teacher. Please come inside." Uncle Nian didn't understand what happened in the tutorial class. As soon as he saw that he was the teacher, he immediately respected her and led her to the inside.

Gao Xue followed him to the door. He couldn't help looking around. Even the shrubs and grasses at the door were well pruned, not to mention the furnishings inside.

She knew song Fengwan had a good family, but she didn't know how superior he was.

"You'll be late, won't you? She's out. She'll probably come back for dinner, or I'll call her?" No sooner had she sat down than someone came with hot tea.

"Thank you." Gao Xue formally took the tea, "no, it's more than four o'clock. She should be back soon. I'll wait for her."

"Are you here to visit?" It's the first time that uncle Nian met a teacher and came to the door.

He watched Fu Chen grow up. No teacher dared to visit Fu's family. At that time, the old man was still busy and his sister took the place of him in the parents' meeting.

Later, it is said that once, a student called her mother Fu and praised her as young and beautiful.

After he came back, he was very angry and threatened not to go to the parents' meeting any more. Since then, Fu Chen's parents' meeting has become a drawing of lots at home.

"Home visit... Almost." Gao Xue bowed her head and felt guilty.

Since Song Feng left that day in the evening, the whole tutor class has been in a panic. The boss even called her over and scolded her, saying that she had a problem with her work and asked her to solve it.

She hesitated for a long time before she decided to visit.

The management of the tutorial class is not as strict as that of the school. When someone comes to the students, they can see them whenever they want. How does she know that this kind of disaster will happen.

**

Song Fengwan is on his way to the mountain now. The temple is in the middle of the mountain. He can walk more than half of the mountain road and walk for more than 20 minutes.

On the way, I heard Fu Chen say that the Spring Festival incense here is the most prosperous, but it's in the middle of winter now, and there are few people entering the mountain.

More than a thousand green bricks, up the stairs, along the high branches of pines and cypresses, the more up, the more chilly.

Flying eaves Tongling, red silk wish card, all the way up, full of amazing red light.

The temple is not big and there are few people. Only a few monks walk back and forth in coarse gray cloth. When they see Fu Chen, they all smile and say hello.

"The third master hasn't been here for a while."

"Well." Fu Shen nodded.

"Or burn incense for the old lady?"

"No, give it to me this time..." Fu Chen looked at Song Fengwan, "and her."

Under the leadership of a small monk, Fu Chen went directly to a hall and knelt down.

Incense is burning in the hall, and the heavy smell of aloes is very reassuring.

God and Buddha are always believed or not. Most of them are for peace of mind. Song Fengwan, thinking that things have not been going well recently, knelt down beside Fu Shen and prepared to be lucky.

She closed her eyes, put her hands together, and moved devoutly and attentively.

After a few days of art joint examination, we must pass smoothly and get good results. I also hope that we will have better luck recently. Don't always encounter strange things. My mother, uncle and cousin are in good health.

Fu Chen had already finished her obeisance. Looking at her serious appearance, she was inexplicably smiling.

I don't know what I asked for.

He's here for marriage anyway.

He just wanted to

With her.

After the worship, Fu Shen went to see the master again.

She thought that fortune telling was only popular with old people. She didn't expect that third master Fu was so fond of it.

Fortune telling has always been evil. She doesn't know what Fu Chen is. It may be fortune, whether she will make money next year, or family affairs. There is always some privacy. She just looks around outside and doesn't wait in the room.

**

The temple is not big. In just ten minutes, she went around and met some five or six-year-old Shamis. They are very lovely.

When she looked at the time and was ready to go back, she found that the sky was rustling with snow. Today, there was no wind in the mountains, and the snow was all over the sky. Taking advantage of the bricks and tiles in the temple, she had a different aesthetic feeling.

The temperature in the mountain is low, and the plum blossoms are ready to be released. Song Fengwan takes two pictures with his mobile phone, and then rubs his fingers to find Fu Chen.

Fu Chen was waiting for her in the yard, but he didn't wear much. He was known as the white snow, and even more thin. The whole person seemed to be able to blend into the snow, and his beautiful appearance came out of the dust.

"Third Master, it's snowing." Song Feng's clothes, which had been stained with a little snow, were piled up in a turtleneck sweater with a ruddy face, and looked very lovely and clever.

"Well." Fu Chen looks up at the sky, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger

When he used to go to school, the weather forecast was not accurate. He would always go home in the rain. Now the weather forecast is very accurate. He looks at the snow all over the sky, and his mouth starts slowly. He is very satisfied.

"It's hard to snow in Yuncheng. It can't stay when it rains. The ground is full of water and dirty." It's hard to see snow in the late Song Dynasty.

"Late..." Fu Chen looked at her.

"Well?" Song Fengwan was still immersed in the excitement of snow.

"We may not be able to go back in the evening."

Song Fengwan was smiling just now. When he heard that he couldn't go back at night, his smile froze

Can't you go back?

What does that mean?

Are they going to spend the night here?