Offering Salted Fish To Master

Chapter 72

Hu Guojun Sima Jiao, from his early childhood, has had fewer sleeps and more dreams. He often has many dreams, most of which have no specific images. They are large red sky, blood and flames, and occasionally there are black palaces and chains pressing on top of his head. , It is depressing.

Just like the teachers who taught him, the lengthy preaching, with contempt and repulsive eyes, is unpleasant.

But, occasionally, he will dream of a person and a woman.

Sometimes she sits on the edge of a mountain stream, stepping on the water barefoot, stretches out a hand to fold off a fresh green leaf above her head, and flutters the green leaf in the clear stream at will. The sun fell on her ankles, on her long eyelashes and cheeks, on her fingers that raised the splash.

He felt very calm in his dream, even watching it all with a soft emotion, he seemed to feel the cold stream through this dream.

Sometimes, she lay in a ball of beautiful and tender bedding, falling into a soft package, like a candied date wrapped in candy, with a sweet smell. Occasionally, she would roll over and stretch out her hand on the side of the bed. And he would raise her hand in his dream, pinching her fingers one by one.

Sometimes, she shed tears to him in her dreams, as if he had broken her heart, making her unhappy in the dream, she had to weep to him, and forced him to have nowhere to vent the pain in his heart.

The face of the person in the dream changed from blurry to clear as he grew older, but the question of who she was has troubled him for many years.

"who are you?"

"Liao Tingyan, I am Liao Tingyan." When I met him, she was Liao Tingyan.

Sima Jiao stood in front of Liao Tingyan, stretched out his hand to rub her chin and cheek, his fingers were slightly cool, and there was a lot of inquiry in his eyes when he looked at her.

Liao Tingyan had already cried enough, and finally recovered from the long-lost reunion. She sat there looking up at Sima Jiao, as if staring at a flower that had reopened after many years. After the surging heart wave subsided, the waves were still repeated. The ground shot on the beach, aroused small waves.

If it weren't for many people watching, she might not be able to help but touch his face.

Hmm...That's it. She took a closer look. At present, this majesty is still a little majesty, sixteen-year-old, not the same as she used to be familiar, and looks a little greener. The former Sima Jiao looked like a young man. After all, he had lived so many years, and his expressions and movements were usually full of adult temperament, but now this Sima Jiao... is really tender.

The eyes are still the same eyes, but because they have not been superimposed for hundreds of years, they look clearer and a little rounder. The contours of the face are softer than the grown-up appearance, not so sharp. The nose and lips are also cute and lovely. .

No, it feels like suddenly returning to the teenage years, seeing the appearance of young lovers, they are almost dead! Even if the other party used to be a selfish old dog, it can't affect his current cuteness.

This little face is so tender.

Liao Tingyan couldn't help but reached out and touched His Majesty's face.

Sima Jiao: "..."?

The beauty in front of me who was still crying just now was taken back by him. Of course he wanted to touch someone's face to touch it, but what happened to her, touching his face so naturally, in the end he was That scary bad reputation tyrant, or is she?

Sima Jiao looked at her weirdly: "You touched the lonely face?"

Liao Tingyan: "..." To be honest, Your Majesty, I have actually touched your butt, so what's your face?