The tears in Jiang Rao's eyes couldn't be held back at all, and one fell down her cheek as if it was broken, and fell into Rong Ting's palm.

Joy broke the sleepy pine in her eyes, crystal clear.

Rong Ting's hand shrank back.

Involuntarily, he took a step back.

He remembered everything she said to him.

When she was in Yecheng, she said that if her leg got better, she would be the first to tell her.

Confused, at a loss, all kinds of feelings have never tasted before.

Seeing her cry today, know what it's like.

"Don't cry," he said hoarsely.

Jiang Rao covered her eyes.

The eye sockets are wet.

"Wow, it's not easy."

"It's too easy for me."

"Wuwuwu, it's too easy for you."

Her palms were getting wet.

She knew she would be sad to see him stand up, but she didn't expect it to be so sad.

I have seen his legs are completely disabled and there is no cure.

At his prime age, he was supposed to be surrounded by the wind, and he had an outstanding figure in the crowd, but he could only curl up in a wheelchair and live like a ghost.

Because of not walking for a long time, the muscles are weak and atrophied, the skin is wrinkled, and the tendons are terrifying.

His temper was getting worse day by day, and he couldn't control his rage because of his physical disability.

And because of the bad temper day by day, the degree of disability is also getting worse day by day.

More and more people are not ghosts or ghosts.

...

Jiang Rao was pampered and raised, and has never suffered any hardships. In the past six months, it seems that she has tasted all the hardships.

When went to seek medicine, went through a bumpy snowy road, and was made difficult by a genius doctor.

But when he thought of Rong Ting's appearance in a wheelchair, he silently put the pick on him again.

After finally getting the medicine and prescription, was worried about when he would get better.

Every time she saw him in a wheelchair, although she didn't say anything, she always felt a little uncomfortable.

I'm afraid that his bones are too weak to return to normal as the doctor said.

Finally, finally don't have to worry.

...

Jiang Rao didn't know why she suddenly became a crying bag.

Xu Shi had suppressed it for too long, and the tears could not be controlled at all.

Rong Ting was anxious and at a loss, holding her cheek, wiping away the tears from her face with his fingers, frowning deeper and deeper.

My heart is dying.

"Year by year."

Only now did he realize how scared he was of her tears.

"Don't cry."

But when she heard her humming, she said indistinctly, "My dream is too good."

Rong Ting, who had already lifted his robes and knelt down, raised his eyes in amazement.

She thought... she was dreaming?

"It's not a dream." Rong Ting said.

But Jiang Rao didn't listen to what he said, "It must be a dream, otherwise you will be fine all of a sudden, just don't tell me."

Rong Ting: "..."

He recognized his mistake very quickly, "I was wrong."

Jiang Raohuan was crying.

Rong Ting saw a crease between his brows.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "I'll kneel down for you, okay?"

...

The boy's knees, kneeling on the ground, kneeling on the ground, kneeling on the parents.

He is unfilial and unrighteous, and he does not kneel to his parents.

No respect for ghosts and gods, no kneeling to heaven and earth.

She was the one who could make him bend his knees.

Rong Ting lifted the corner of his robe and said kneeling.

But when Jiang Rao saw his actions out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly became angry, "You are not allowed to kneel!"

"The leg that has finally recovered, you kneel down, what should you do if your leg is seriously injured?"

Jiang Rao stomped her feet in the air. It was a dream anyway. Those unruly and petty temperaments that would not be exposed when they were awake showed a little bit of anger.

"Half the credit for curing your leg is mine."

"Two legs, half of them are mine."

"Why are you so careless about my stuff?"

"It's my fault." Rong Ting lowered his head and said indulgently, "Everything I have is yours, and I will give you everything."

But Jiang Rao was difficult to serve, so she stubbornly shook her head, "No, I don't want much."

Her speech suddenly slowed down, as if she was thinking about something.

"Half of two is one, one... one is mine."

Rong Ting looked at her with doting eyes that were almost helpless.

So tender and deep as a pool.

"Okay, whatever you want is fine."

He thought she was tired of talking when she slowed down.

It turned out to be a calculation in my head.

I don't know whether to say that she is confused at the moment, or sober.

The right leg was suddenly caught by a soft mass.

He lowered his eyes and saw the little girl squatting beside his leg, her cheek against his right leg, as if she was holding a rare treasure, and muttered, "Mine."

She raised her hand and patted his right leg, her strength was soft, her eyes were just looking at her own things, not at all divided.

She babbled, "This leg of mine is on your body, you have to be good to it. Before it is completely good, you can't kneel, run, or jump. Bad things, the same, can't do either. I want to see you better than anyone else."

The tone was rather domineering.

Rong Ting's heart beat a beat.

He lowered his head and looked at her wiggling, fluffy bun from top to bottom.

The back of his ears turned red.

cute.

He was so cute that he couldn't stand it.

He suddenly clenched his fists and let out a long sigh of relief, trying to dissipate the heat from his body.

Going crazy.

Suddenly there was a sound of dragon rustling.

Rong Ting's ears are very good, and he can hear clearly.

His suspicious personality made his eyes cold for a while, and when he heard the sound, he looked up, and the bottom of his eyes suddenly had killing intent.

If she looks like this, if a second person sees it...

He must have poked the man in the eye.

At the end of the line of sight, there is a grey sparrow.

The bullfinch was standing on a branch with its neck bent, and with its beak tucked under the feathers of its wings.

Perhaps Rong Ting's vision was too sharp, like a fox showing a cruel and fierce look, the grey sparrow stopped the movement of sorting out its feathers, and jumped twice on the branch as if it noticed something.

Rong Ting moved his fingers slightly, suddenly remembering that his fingertips had no hidden weapons.

Before he picked up the stone, the grey sparrow fluttered and flew away.

The underworld's yin and yang book of life and death probably states that it should not die today. The little grey sparrow flapped its wings and flew high and succeeded in continuing its life.

Rong Ting lost his thoughts and stretched his fingers.

Jiang Rao had crystal tears hanging on her cheeks, pear blossoms with rain, she was so pitiful, she didn't let go of holding Rong Ting's thigh.

Rong Ting bent down and tapped her sleeping hole while she was unprepared.

He picked her up, pulled a thin fleece blanket from the wheelchair, spread a layer on the stone table, put her on the stone bench, and let her lie on the fleece blanket, her cheeks could not bear the cold.

He moved the wheelchair into the pavilion and sat down beside her.

He also lay on the stone table, tilted his head to see her sleeping face, and pulled out the corners of his inner sleeves.

The fabric there was soft and not sticky, and he wiped the tears from her face little by little.

She actually cared more about his leg injury than he did.

The cool breeze passed through the pavilion.

Rong Ting's eyes had a gentle smile, his movements were meticulous, and he used a lot of patience.

...

The little girl who went to the kitchen to make strong tea returned to the small Guoshan Pavilion, but her footsteps stopped.

In some unknown situation, he looked into the pavilion.

With a small fan in one hand, His Highness Ninth beat the cool breeze and chased away mosquitoes for the girl who was sleeping on the fleece blanket.

The flowers are blooming and the greenery is green behind.

Rong Ting heard the little maid's movement, raised his eyes to look over, and said in a low voice, "Quietly, put down the tea."

When he looked at the little maid, there was no expression on his face, even though his face was so beautiful that it made one's heart happy, it seemed that strangers should not be approached.

Like snow and ice, it can only be seen from a distance.

The maid lowered her head and placed the tea cup on the stone table under Rong Ting's indifferent gaze.

But she was negligent for a while, and the sound of celadon hitting the stone surface made a little louder, which made Jiang Rao in her sleep move her head.

Rong Ting frowned and looked a little unhappy.

Jiang Rao, who was lying on the stone table, slowly raised her head, with a red mark on her fair cheeks.

Rong Ting looked at her and asked warmly, "Are you awake?"

The round fan in his hand was put back on the stone table.

Jiang Rao slept with a hot face, looked down at the fleece blanket on the stone table, understood something, picked up the round fan, covered her hot and red cheeks, and asked Rong Ting in a panic, "You How long have you been here?"

Rong Ting told the truth, "It's just a stick of incense."

"I just didn't talk nonsense when I was dreaming?"

Jiang Rao was suddenly very nervous, and from behind the round fan, she stared at Rong Ting with two panicked eyes.

Rong Ting coughed and lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes.

Nine points in the voice said firmly: "No."

Instead, feel a little guilty.

Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief.

The maid who delivered the tea said at this time, "Girl, your makeup is a little lighter."

Jiang Rao looked at Rong Ting with inquiring eyes.

She fell asleep and didn't know what she had done, so she could only count on Rong Ting to see if he knew.

Rong Ting followed what she said about his dream and explained, "You had a dream just now... In the dream, you cried."

Jiang Rao blinked.

The eyelids were slightly uncomfortable. She thought it was just when she woke up, but she actually cried.

Unexpectedly, she cried in her dream, but she actually cried.

She was afraid of makeup, and suddenly became a little messy. The small round fan in her hand blocked her face even more, and asked her maid nervously, "Is the makeup on my face ugly now?"

The little maid didn't answer, but Rong Ting said first: "It's not ugly."

The maid said behind Rong Ting, "It's just that the powder on her cheeks has faded a little. The girl's foundation is good, and I can't see anything."

Jiang Rao was a little relieved.

But seeing Rong Tinghuan sitting in a wheelchair, he felt a little sad.

Just now dreamed that his leg was healed.

Most of the dreams she had had never dreamed of herself. Even if you dream, it is like watching from the sidelines, and everything is involuntarily.

Even when you look at yourself, it's like looking at someone else.

But today's dream gave her a feeling that she could control it.

It's very real, and it has a strong sense of substitution.

Even in the dream, she clearly knew that it was a dream, she was more courageous than in reality, she acted recklessly, and did whatever she wanted. The rules and etiquette that have learned are almost fed to the dog, and there is nothing left, which is worse than being drunk and crazy.

Thinking that she was like a fool in the dream, hugged his thigh and patted and shouted "it's mine", without the dignity and restraint of a famous lady, Jiang Rao's face suddenly turned dark.

Converting numbers, half of two is one, and only one of the two legs.

Dignified Ninth Highness, so Jin Gui's leg was regarded by her as a pork knuckle in the vegetable market, and she took the next one on her own initiative.

She even dared.

"..."

Jiang Rao covered her entire face with a small round fan, unable to bear the memory.

Even if it was a dream, she felt that her face was about to be lost by herself.

When he really stands in front of her like in her dream in the future, she will definitely not be as foolish as in her dream.

She wants to be a normal girl.

Jiang Rao thought deeply.

...

It's just that Jiang Rao suddenly frowned when he saw what Rong Ting was wearing today.

Why is his clothes exactly the same as in the dream just now?

It seems that the scene is similar.

Does that mean this dream will happen soon?

Jiang Rao's mood suddenly became very good.

I don't know if it was because he was looking up in the dream, or because he was really tall. When he stood up, he looked extraordinarily tall. With broad shoulders, she looks taller and more handsome than she imagined.

This dream is a good dream as long as it kicks her away.

After the small group fan, Jiang Rao's curved eyes turned into crescent eyes with a smile.

Rong Ting saw that she had been staring at his legs, her fingers tightened slightly.

Subconsciously, want to admit mistake.

It's better to actually kneel down just now, maybe he'll feel better in his heart.

The little maid poured a cup of tea for Jiang Rao and Rong Ting each.

Then, standing beside Jiang Rao, she took care of her messy forehead hair that was stuck to her forehead because she was asleep, and asked, "What did the girl dream about? Why did you cry?"

Jiang Rao's tone was perfunctory, "It's nothing, I was crying with a pig's elbow in my dream."

Just as Rong Ting took a sip of the strong tea, he suddenly coughed violently.

Qing Jun's face turned an abnormal red.

Jiang Rao looked sideways, "What's wrong with you?"