Chapter 1039: I'm very cold, so I won't take the initiative to kiss you (5)
As far as the eye can see, there is darkness.
It was dark in front of him, only the snow-white corners of his clothes seemed to be the only light in the dark night.
His fingertips dropped, and he reached out and grabbed a corner of the girl's skirt.
The soft fabric was held in his palm, he was a little stunned, his eyes were separated by a layer of ink hair, and he quietly looked at the snow white in the palm of his hand.
Very clean color.
Feng Qian also paused slightly, looking down at the young man.
The other party lowered his head, quietly, with his fingertips grabbing a corner of her skirt, like... grabbing a fragile treasure.
"Dizhao."
The girl's voice was cold, and the expression between her brows and eyes was also light, extremely calm.
The young man was slightly startled and raised his eyes.
The black hair on the forehead slid slightly to the sides as the boy raised his head, revealing the boy's face.
His eyes were clean and clear, pitch black and translucent.
The eyelashes are very long, like crow feathers, the lips are pink, and there are light scratches on the white cheeks, as if they had been scratched by something sharp.
It was a young and immature face, not yet fully grown, but already faintly amazed.
"Get up first."
Feng Qian looked at the fragments and said softly.
Di Zhao blinked, lowered his head, and silently released the corner of the skirt he was holding in his palm.
He picked up the silver hairpin on the ground, silently held it in the palm of his hand, propped up the grass with the other hand, and stood up slowly.
Feng Qian also stood up.
The girl's hands were behind her back, and the breeze was blowing, and her clothes were flying.
Di Zhao was only about ten years old, very small.
When standing up, it only reached the wind-shallow abdomen.
His hair was messy and long, and if he lowered his head a little, the black hair would cover his face.
The flax-colored clothes on his body are loose and damaged in several places.
Standing in front of Feng Qian at this moment, he bowed his head, well-behaved and quiet.
Lord God turned around, and a light voice drifted into the young man's ears: "You come with me."
Di Zhao was slightly startled and slowly raised his head.
He squeezed the cold silver hairpin in his hand, raised his foot and walked a few steps before he said "um" obediently.
Feng Qian took Di Zhao across the courtyard and onto the corridor.
She took the other party to a clean room.
Feng Qian stopped in his footsteps, and the young man behind him also stopped, not daring to move in the slightest.
When Feng Qian turned back, she met the clean and clear eyes of the young man.
He was holding the silver hairpin, slightly uneasy at the moment.
Feng Qian explained: "stay here first, I will let someone prepare hot water for you to bathe, take a bath first."
Di Zhao looked up at the room and nodded.
Although he was still a little worried about this poor little fellow, Feng Qian left for the time being.
After getting people to prepare hot water, Feng Qian went back to his room.
Not long after she sat down, the servants in the house came to knock on the door in a hurry.
Feng Qian raised his eyes, raised his hand, and opened the door.
The servant lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "Sir, that child will not let me bring hot water in, and the door is blocked. I have no choice, so I take the liberty to disturb you."
Feng Qian paused, frowning slightly.
Won't you go in?
She stood up and said in a cold voice, "I'll take a look."
Feng Qian came to Di Zhao's gate.
She pushed the door, but didn't push.
"Dizhao."
The girl's soft voice came.
The boy squatted on the ground with his back against the table.
Not long ago, he moved the table in the house to the door and blocked the door.
He moved everything that could be moved and piled it up on the table.
Di Zhao held the silver hairpin, his hands trembling.
He leaned against the table, his back was hard and cold to the touch, he dared not move or speak.
What the person outside said seemed to be automatically blocked by him.
He fell into his own world.
A world that was a little dark, and recalled only fear.