Her Heartless Evil Man

At this time, I am most afraid of seeing strangers. Think again, it should not be tuldan. He seems to be still whipping Batu. He has no chance and time to take care of me.

Or its style, I don't know why, I always feel that she will come to me, but will it be her?

Step by step towards the yurt, I am no longer secretly invisible, because the maids in front of the door are smiling at me and looking at their faces. They already know that I ran out.

Originally wanted to go and return silently, but now it is no longer possible.

I was like a child who did something wrong. I looked down and watched the maids put up the door curtain for me. I walked in quietly. If there was someone waiting for me in the yurt, I could only be right.

Indeed, in front of the table, a man sat with his back to me. He didn't seem to be aware of my coming in. Was he reading? It must be, otherwise it won't be so focused.

I looked at the back. I had guessed who he was, but no, I didn't believe he would come so fast

It seemed that he heard my footsteps. Turdan stood up slowly. The moment he turned to face me, I found that he was as wet as me.

I just wanted to ask him how he came so fast, but as soon as the words came to my mouth, I found that I was in a hurry. When I just came back, I walked very slowly. At the same time, I lost my way and wasted some time. He rode his sweat BMW, so it's normal for him to be faster than me, but his speed is too fast.

I watched the rain fall quietly on him drop by drop. When it fell on the ground, it seemed that there was a little misty splash in my eyes. It was so late that he had something to do, but why did he come to my yurt.

A little uneasy, that's because I'm not used to facing him alone.

A large piece of cotton cloth was held in the palm of his hand. He came to me. "Wipe it. Be careful to catch the wind and cold. Just stay in the water for a while, and the warm water will be much more comfortable." he waited softly, as if the husband said to his wife, but I had nothing to do with him.

"The sweat is also wet all over the body, and the sweat is also quick to change into a wet clothes. Yun'er is OK, and yun'er will naturally take care of himself." to tell the truth, I don't like him because of the story between Yun Qi'er and him. He is hateful. I have hated him for Yun Qi'er thousands of times in my heart.

"It's raining, I don't know to avoid it, and I climb to such a high place. Naughty, be careful." he still ignores himself and looks at me. In his eyes, I don't understand the feelings, but he can't help but make me afraid. And his words surprised me. Did he know that I flew to the yurt to watch the excitement? But why didn't he say it earlier? But it was not revealed until this time.

"I... I want to know who that Batu is?" I wanted to go secretly and come back secretly, but he found it. He didn't say he wanted to save me some face.

"He's from Bayar." he said lightly, and the cotton cloth in his hand had naturally wiped my hair.

A faint smell of grass on him filled every nerve of me, making his smell in my air. I grabbed the cloth and said, "I'll do it myself."

He was stunned and then withdrew, "I'm sorry."

Some want to laugh. He didn't apologize to me. What he's sorry for is his Yun Qi'er. And Qiqige is not that he is sorry for Qiqige, but that Qiqige is sorry for him. I don't know what to say between Qiqige and Batu. I'm only afraid that turdan's face will not pass. Turdan and she may have been in good agreement for a long time.

I don't like hurting people. Maybe one day he will change his mind and live a good life with him. Thinking about it like this, I smiled faintly, "it's good for yun'er to come by himself. It's so late. Go and have a rest in the sweat."

"It's not late. The water is ready. Go and wash." he pushed me to the bucket prepared by the ladies.

The dense steam steaming made me like a dream. I stood in front of the bucket and I whispered, "sweat, please go out." I chased the guests, and he stayed here. It was obviously strange.

As soon as my voice fell, there was a long sigh behind me, "you are really like her." the voice was getting farther and farther. I didn't hear footsteps, but when I looked back quietly, I found that there was no one in the yurt except me.

Go, come and go in the blink of an eye, turdan. He's really strange.

I buried myself deeply in the water, closed my eyes and recalled every word I had just said with him. I remember he said Batu was Bayar's man.

Bayar is the brother of the ninth lady in yunqi'er's story. It turns out that he has always been ambitious to win the world on the grassland.

He poisoned. He asked turdan to destroy hada Jin first, and then he was trying to destroy the hard hit turdan at one fell swoop? What a vicious trick, Bayar and Mrs. 9. If I meet them, I will not be soft. I always believe that good people have good returns and evil people have bad returns. But why did Yun Qi'er disappear and they still live in this world? God, you are unfair.

Holding the warm water, I felt like I wanted to sleep. I got up gently, wiped myself with that piece of cotton cloth, put on the dirty clothes ready at the head of the bed, put on the soft pillow, closed my eyes, and I was tired. At this time, I just wanted to have a good sleep.

I slept. In my dream, my baby didn't cry anymore, but was flying a kite with a brilliant smile. The long silk thread in his hand swayed in the air, and in the blue sky was an eagle flying wildly. The feeling of flapping its wings made me have a desire to fly.

I chased him. I wanted to see what he looked like? But the more I chase him, the more I run. Is he a boy or a girl? Why can't I see his back clearly? I shouted to make him stop, but he ignored me. He still ran with the kite. I can hear his laughter in my ears. Is he happy? If only happy.

I showed my Feng Wei step, but I still couldn't catch up with him. Little guy, how come your Kung Fu is better than your mother? Do you look like a mother? Why don't you stop and let your mother look at you and touch you.

I chased his little figure in the wind, but I couldn't catch up with him, and he threw it farther and farther. I was anxious and cried, but it was useless. Finally, the little body gradually disappeared under the sunset, and suddenly there was no trace of him in front of me

Still sleeping, I have no tears in my dream, only endless loss.

There is some warmth in my hands, and a force slowly penetrates into my limbs and bones. It feels so comfortable. Is it Qingyang? Once upon a time, he accompanied me in every nightmare. I didn't refuse or push away the feeling of holding my arm tightly. I like warmth, peace and being taken care of. I still close my eyes. As long as I didn't open it, I didn't wake up. I lied to myself. I still have to sleep, otherwise I won't be energetic again tomorrow.

The warmth of the palm is still flowing in. I gently rub my body and habitually approach the heat source. I am very cold. Qingyang, please hold me tight. It has nothing to do with love or emotion, but I have been used to relying on you. Your existence is the source of my life.

I felt Qingyang stunned slightly. I continued to bury zhenshou in his chest, touched him with my head, and listened to his strong heartbeat. I tried to make myself fall asleep again, maybe go back to the dream, let my baby only turn back a little, and let me look at him. In this way, I am satisfied.

In my ears, I still hear the sound of raindrops falling quietly outside the yurt. It sounds like singing a folk song. It's so beautiful.

I let myself fall asleep again. With Qingyang's support, I fell asleep again with a smile

The night was short, as if it was only in the blink of an eye. I woke up. The air in the yurt was fresh and could drip water like a clear spirit. The rain stopped, and the sun came out. The sun that came in through a gap in the curtain released its brilliance naughtily.

I smiled and naturally picked up the neatly arranged Mongolian clothes beside the bed. I liked all the hats and belts. A maid came to serve me with neatly dressed and well fitting clothes. In fact, yesterday I wondered why these new clothes were completely consistent with my figure? When Yan'er comes, I'll ask her again.

There is also a faint smell of grass between my mouth and nose. This smell reminds me of turdan. Last night, he came and left again. He didn't blame me for visiting Batu at night. He just left me unlimited freedom.

When I think of everything in my dream, I suddenly look around. Is he there?

But I didn't. I ran to the door. Qingyang said he was outside the door. He must be near me.

But still not.

So, who is the person who gives me warmth in my dream? It's not a dream. Although I have always imagined it as a dream, many days and nights in the past five years have already told me that it's not a dream. I know everything clearly and know every minute of the true Qi that the person sends to my body.

Last night, turdan left. I washed my body. I let myself fall asleep. After that, I don't know anymore.

Is he back?

Shake your head and don't let yourself think again. Whoever it is, it's just a dream.

Standing in the sun, enjoy the freshness after the rain in summer, and the boundless grass is green.