Chapter 745 Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (28)

He seemed to feel Wen Xien's gaze, and immediately turned his head to look, but only saw the leaves blown by the wind, the subtle sound of running water, leaving him alone.

It seemed that my heart was empty, and Guo Zhenfei touched the position of his heart, and his eyes became rarely confused.

Wen Xien, who was hiding behind the tree, sighed.

She looked up at the starry sky.

A shiny meteor, like a drop of water splashed out of the river, flew out of the Milky Way, slid across the deep blue night sky, and fell quietly to the north.

The child looked at Wen Xien's side face quietly.

Why do you sigh? Are you sad now? Is it because of that person?

However, he was just a child and could not question Wen Xien.

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Wen Xien thought she had said so clearly that Guo Zhenfei would not look for her so hard. Unexpectedly, after a few days, Guo Zhenfei came to her yard like a quarry.

But he turned to Wen Xien when he was away and left after delivering the goods.

There is always some food at the door, so you don’t have to guess that it was given by Mr. Tiansnail.

Wen Xien returned home again and saw a basket at the door. He went up and opened it and saw that it was pork, and it was washed clean, without a trace of blood or smell. It was obvious that it had been processed.

Wen Xien was mixed with feelings. She didn't move these things, but instead kept them.

The next afternoon, Wen Xien pretended to go out, then hid in a corner, quietly observing the movement at the door.

Sure enough, a tall and strong man walked to the door with a bamboo basket. After putting it in, he did not leave immediately, but stood at the door in a daze.

When he felt that time had passed and Guo Zhenfei was about to leave quietly, he turned around and saw Wen Xien standing behind him at some point.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the muscles on the man's arms suddenly tensed. He seemed to dare not look at Wen Xien's eyes, and kept glanced around, obviously in a state of guilt.

Wen Xien did not speak, but walked over him and opened the door and walked in. When he came out, he was holding several bamboo baskets in his hand. Guo Zhenfei's eyes stayed on the bamboo basket for a few seconds, and understood Wen Xien's meaning, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes were slightly sunken.

Instead of taking the basket from Wen Xien's hand, he lowered his head and said, "Don't return it, I don't want it."

Wen Xien said calmly: "I don't want it, either."

Guo Zhenfei lowered his head and did not speak, but revealed a bit of persistence, even more stubborn than a cow.

This time Wen Xien was really a little angry. She didn't like Guo Zhenfei's behavior. She already owed Guo Zhenfei a lot and didn't want to take advantage of him anymore, which made Wen Xien very uncomfortable.

"Take it back and don't give it to you anymore, Brother Guo, why bother?"

Guo Zhenfei's thin lips were pursed into a line. He stared at Wen Xien's snow-white fingers and said a little, "Do you don't like it?"

Of course, this is not a question of whether you like it or not. Wen Xien is really helpless about this man who is not in the air.

She placed the basket directly at the man's feet and said coldly: "I don't like it, so don't give it to you."

Guo Zhenfei didn't seem to notice her anger and was still asking: "What do you like? I'll help you with it next time."

Wen Xien was furious, "I don't need it!"

Seeing that the man at the door had not moved yet, Wen Xien became more and more angry. He didn't know where the anger came from, so he pushed the wooden door vigorously. The dilapidated wooden door was pushed and creaked.

“—Don’t send it to you in the future!”

This was almost Wen Xien lost his temper in front of Guo Zhenfei, and the man outside the door was even more silent.

She was really angry. In the past, when he came to deliver things, Wen Xien always smiled and gave him some things he made with his own hands. Those things were protected by him very well, and he couldn't bear to use them or wear them.

But now...

Wen Xien doesn't like it anymore.

Wen Xien tightly squeezed his fingers, and the veins on the back of the thin white hand appeared, and the nerve endings were left with anger. Perhaps because of the emotion that was too excited, his head was blank for a moment, and he was dizzy. A layer of water vapor suddenly rose in his eyes. He rubbed his forehead. His skin was pale and there was no trace of blood. He stared at Guo Zhenfei with red eyes, hoping to make himself look more imposing.

The man looked down at the bamboo basket at his feet, his hands hanging on his legs, honest and honest, as if he was afraid that she would continue to yell at him, and he didn't dare to raise his head. He took the bamboo basket on the ground obediently and obediently, and turned around and left.

The tall and burly body disappeared until the end of the trail.

Wen Xien stood at the door for a while and then went in. When he turned around, he saw the child standing in a corner, quietly.

"Get in, it's cold outside."

Wen Xien turned around and closed the door, and the child stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

Recently, the child is very well-behaved and clingy. Wen Xien led the child in. At night, she accidentally saw that the frostbite on the child's finger seemed to be a little more serious. It was obviously not so serious a few days ago.

"Have you been secretly playing with cold water on my back recently?" Wen Xien frowned.

The child's fingers are small and fleshy, with dark skin, and after frostbite, it turns black and purple, which looks a bit scary.

The child is thin, with dark eyes, "I'm itchy, I'll blow it."

Wen Xien couldn't help laughing and crying: "I'll call me."

Although she said that, she still blew on the child. Her fingers were cold and rubbing them back and forth would make it more comfortable.

Wen Xien went to the mountains to pick herbs in the morning, and in the afternoon, he went to the town to exchange herbs for some money, and to buy some food.

"Please, let's have a pound of sugar and stir-fry chestnuts."

"Okay!" The stall owner responded happily, looked up and glanced at her appearance, paused, and smiled brighter, "It's you again."

Wen Xien nodded and replied with a smile: "It's me, do you know me?"

"Meet!" The pusher grinned and poured a pound of chestnut into the iron casserole with neat hand. "You and the kid of the Guo family would come to me before, and they would buy it one pound at a time. The kid of the Guo family is weird, but he is a good person. This is the first time I have seen him play so well with others."

Wen Xien looked at the steaming heat while the chestnuts were stir-frying, smiled lightly, and his eyes drooped slightly: "Brother Guo is good."

Wen Xien was waiting by the side, occasionally replying to the stall owner's words.

Until the stall owner suddenly said, "Isn't that the boy from the Guo family?"

Wen Xien subconsciously followed his gaze.

I did see Guo Zhenfei. He was holding something in his hand and there was a petite woman beside him.

The two of them were shopping together, and the woman would occasionally turn her head and say a few words to Guo Zhenfei. Guo Zhenfei was tall, he lowered his head, had handsome eyebrows, dark skin, and a little fierce look.

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