"But aren't you just complaining to me every day?"

"Oh no...it's different."

Hearing the cry of the silver-haired girl in his arms.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

In fact, there was no need to ask, he vaguely understood most of it.

Ouyang Rong's sleepy eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or if summer is really coming, but the sound of insects in the grass in the courtyard suddenly became louder in my ears.

It even drowned out his breathing and the sniffling of the girl in his arms.

It became the main theme in the house.

Ouyang Rong guessed that Wei Lai might have forgotten to close the window just before going to bed.

A cold light shone in from the window sill on the left, spreading a white mist on their bed.

The moonlight that slipped down from the Guanghan Palace cleverly cut this silent bed into irregular sections.

The inner half is dark, and the outer half is silver.

A young man with black hair hanging down his shoulders sat in the darkness with his hands on his hands.

The girl with white hair scattered all over the bed like snow hugged the young man tightly like an octopus. Her thin and petite back was exposed in the moonlight, and her waist-length hair was dyed silver-white.

Ouyang Rong has had a strange understanding since he was a child. He feels that moonlight is a very cold thing, at least it looks cold, while darkness is particularly warm, especially in the winter quilt... It may be related to someone from his childhood.

Maybe it’s related to some accidental experiences.

Therefore, I like to close the windows when sleeping. It would be better if there are curtains.

Why does this stupid girl always forget to close the window? She is so stupid...

Ouyang Rong, who was holding an oil bottle, was a little distracted.

He had an old habit. If he didn't sleep late at night, he would habitually have random thoughts in his mind.

On the bed in the back room, after a few simple questions and answers, silence fell for a while.

Ouyang Rong looked down.

He propped up his upper body and sat up under the quilt. Logically speaking, his chest underneath should be quite cold.

At this moment, Wei Lai was holding her tightly in her arms. This girl was like a small stove, and she was not cold anymore.

However, her shaved back, wrapped in a thin nightgown, was exposed to the cold moonlight.

The two round and small shoulders shrugged from time to time.

I don't know if it's because I'm cold or because I'm crying.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously raised his hand, paused for a moment in the air, and then continued to reach out.

He wrapped his hands around the girl's back in his arms and held her firmly.

The little girl trembled subconsciously.

Hug him tighter.

If the hug continues like this, the atmosphere should gradually become ambiguous, but someone is suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"ah!"

Wei Lai, who was burying her face, exclaimed in surprise.

She found that her waist was suddenly hugged by her owner, and then her body turned 360 degrees in the air, as if she was about to be thrown out like a Frisbee.

She couldn't help but quietly raised her red face, and found that she was not being pinned down by rolling over, but that the owner was holding her, rolling out of bed, standing up, and then...

Run and close the window.

"..." Wei Lai.

Ouyang Rong was as agile as a leopard, no, as agile as a kangaroo. He held a "rat baby" in his arms and ran to close the window quickly.

Then he quickly returned to the bed, lay down again, and covered himself with the quilt.

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath, his obsessive-compulsive disorder finally felt better.

But the girl in my arms didn't weigh much. She weighed sixty kilograms of rice before she took her home. Now she has gained some weight, maybe seventy kilograms.

Ouyang Rong leaned his upper body against the head of the bed, and Wei Lai lay in his arms, but the current posture was a bit like sitting on the waist.

But at this moment, neither of them paid attention to this.

The quilt was covered above the two people who were stacked together.

The bed that lost the moonlight fell into warm darkness again.

Ouyang Rong noticed that his chest was a little cold and wet.

He looked into the darkness and sighed:

"It's been so long since I brought you back and I haven't had a good heart-to-heart talk with you. I don't know if you're used to it or if you've been wronged... I was negligent."

The little head buried in the chest shook.

However, Ouyang Rong felt that he was also wiping his tears and nose.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to touch the long, silky white hair.

Actually, I'm not very good at coaxing girls.

The young man narrowed his eyes and whispered softly, as if chatting:

"I keep forgetting to ask, do you know where your hometown is?"

The little head buried in his chest was shaking again "wiping nose".

He nodded: "Well, that's right. If you are so stupid, you must not know."

"...wuwuwu..." The original gossamer-like whimpering in a certain white-haired man's mouth suddenly became louder.

"Ahem, just kidding."

Ouyang Rong rubbed the silly girl's head:

"Actually, when I saw your hair color, eyes and nose for the first time, I had some doubts that you are a mixture of Slavs and Germans. By the way, do you know whether Slavs and Germans are different? Forget it, I guess I haven't yet.

What about this concept?”

He sighed:

"However, the curves of your face are relatively soft and smooth. I don't know whether it is due to malnutrition or other mixed blood... But no matter what, your hometown is indeed very far away from the Zhou Dynasty. You can go around in a roundabout way to get there.

It's a miracle for me to encounter you here."

"Slave...slave is from the barbarian tribe." The girl finally spoke again, her tone timid, and she murmured in a low voice:

"They all say that the barbarians are backward, barbaric, and ignorant. Master, you are a noble with black hair and black eyes. The slave is humble and ugly. Being able to serve you is a blessing earned by the slave for eight lifetimes. Please don't leave the slave behind, woo woo."

Woo..."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and forced the silver-haired girl's head to straighten.

He lowered his head, stared into her red-rimmed eyes with a few strands of hair stuck on them, and said:

"What I want to say is, damn the human race. We are not noble, and you are not inferior. This is the case now, and it will be the same a thousand years from now. Those who preach these things in ancient and modern times are the originators, and they have no descendants?

"The good thing about the 'prosperous age' of the Zhou Dynasty is that it is indeed inclusive. The differences between Xia and Yi are just based on culture. If you admire Chinese clothes and clothes, you can learn to blend in and don't have to be born with inferiority complex."

"I like it. I really like the skirts, shirts and brocade shoes worn by the young ladies... They are so beautiful and elegant."

Wei Lai was excited, nodded vigorously, paused as she spoke, and her face became sad:

"Yes, but they said I don't look good in a skirt, and they said my face would scare the master when he sleeps at night..."

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong held the pear-shaped face and wiped the slightly darker red eye sockets with his thumb.

He stared at the pair of dark blue eyes and stated softly:

"Stupid girl, you are not ugly at all. In your hometown, you may be as beautiful as a fairy in mythology. It's a pity... you mistakenly entered a country that will never appreciate your beauty, and it is also the most unfriendly country to you.

era."

Wei Lai was stunned, grabbing the clothes around his waist with her two small hands. She raised her head and stared at the gentle young man, and suddenly asked nervously:

"Then why does the master like slave's face and hair? Does he pity slave? Or is he just comforting..."

Ouyang Rong smiled bitterly:

"My vision is a little different from that of my aunt and others... I'm probably sick. That doesn't mean that I can appreciate your beauty... Forget it, the reason is very complicated if you look into it deeply. I have accepted some new ideas.

, but I haven’t abandoned the things of my ancestors.

"Let's not talk about it, Wei Lai. You only need to know that in my eyes, you are indeed very beautiful. I... quite like it. In other words, I can't help but like beautiful things."

Wei Lai was stunned, raising her head slightly and staring intently at the sincere expression on his face.

"Owner."
To be continued...