Xiao Yue jumped up and down saying: "The chapter is less than 30% complete, just wait until midnight and you can read it!" Wen Ting wrote while reciting, the ground had scattered small stones and dust, making it easy for him to draw out a shape.
He finished writing and spat out the withered branch: "It's these two words."
Yunmian leaned over with her head tilted to one side, looking at it. She couldn't write and only recognized a few simple characters. Coincidentally, the two characters that Wenyin wrote were not recognizable to her. Her ears perked up, revealing a puzzled expression.
Wen Ting looked at her and smiled, patiently saying: "The crane cries out in the ninth valley, its voice heard in the wild. How is it that the night is not yet over? The courtyard lamp's light."
He casually gave two examples, and when he came to the word with his name in it, he particularly emphasized the tone, and put his claws on the edge of the word, pointing to Yunmian to indicate.
Yunmian was delighted and read it twice more. After finishing reading, Yunmian felt that she should reciprocate the courtesy, so she also picked up a twig and slowly wrote her own name on the ground. She didn't know many characters, but at least she knew how to write her own name.
The name Yunmian is actually quite simple in meaning, and Wenting Guang could have guessed which two characters it was just by hearing it, but he still looked at it seriously.
It's strange to say, Yunmian is not only familiar in appearance, but also his name makes him feel like he has seen it before, as if today is not the first time they met, and he had seen him somewhere else before... but can't quite recall where.
Wen Ting's mind was a complete blank, he couldn't think of anything, and the more he tried to think, the more uncomfortable he felt, unconsciously furrowing his brow...
Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his forehead. In the time it took him to be dazed, Yunmian suddenly anxiously sprang over, and in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of him. Before Wenyin could react, Yunmian had already pressed her forehead against his.
The girl's beautiful eyes were almost instantly close at hand, she looked at him with worried eyes, her eyes seemed to have starlight...
Wēn tíng hū xī yī èr, tóng kǒu rù rán suō xiǎo, chà nà jiān jiǎn zhí lián xīn tiào dōu tíng le. Tā zhǐ jué de liǎn shàng shàn shí jiǎo dé lì hài, dùn shí huáng zhāng de wǎng hòu yī tiào, dào: "Nǐ... nǐ zuò shén me!"
"What's wrong?"
Clouds sleep and hear courtyard jump walk, but don't understand why tilted head.
She said: "Let me see if you're still cold or not. Your expression wasn't very good just now, I'm worried that there's still something uncomfortable about you."
Cloudy sleep expression is simple and confused, looking like it's really not thinking much. This time, however, he changed to Wen Ting's cramped courtyard, his face turned red again, saying: "I'm fine, just now was..."
Although he said so, but he couldn't find any reason for himself, and had no choice but to stop.
Fortunately, Yunmian didn't notice his abnormality. The brief contact just now was enough to let her judge that Wenhui's body temperature was good and not as cold as an ice block like when he was buried in the snow before.
Yunmian happily jumped up and down, made some space for herself, and showed her newly written words to Wenhua.
Wen Ting subconsciously looked in the direction she hinted at, and then was stunned.
The name Yunmian was indeed as he had thought, but in addition to her own name, she also learned to write the two characters "Wen Ting" below.
She didn't even recognize characters before, let alone learn calligraphy. Her handwriting doesn't have a particular style, but it's very neat and you can tell she tried to make it look pretty. The two names with four characters each are arranged very neatly.
For some reason, even this point has a familiar feeling of having seen it somewhere before. Wen Ting didn't feel anything earlier, but when he saw Yunmian writing his name, he suddenly felt very embarrassed. He hastily looked away and said, "I know, you write beautifully... Yunmian."
Hearing Wen Ting repeat her name again, Yunmian also cooperated and responded with a "yeah". But she immediately became worried and asked: "Did I write something wrong?"
"......Nothing."
"That's good."
Yunmian said that it was obviously her first time writing the two characters "Wen Ting", and when she heard Wen Ting say it correctly, she felt at ease. She walked around Wen Ting again for another two rounds, saw his tired expression, and hastily said: "You just woke up a moment ago, and previously you were buried in the snow for so long, your body is definitely not fully recovered yet. If you're feeling tired, go to sleep first, I'll be guarding here."
It didn't make sense for him to let the girl take his place, but Yunmeng's feeling wasn't wrong either. He was really tired. Just now when talking to Yunmeng, he had forced himself a bit, and as time went on, he couldn't hold on anymore. Wenting felt dizzy in his head, his eyelids were heavy, so he finally nodded reluctantly and lay down on the spot, curling up into a ball.
Yunmian watched him fall asleep, his face almost touching the end of the bed. Wen Ting's eyelashes were very long, and when he slept, they fell down, giving a quiet feeling.
The clouds swirled around him, and she thought about it, still feeling uneasy. She raised her head to look at the fire, saw that there were still plenty of fallen leaves, and it should be a long time before it went out. Then she also yawned, leaned against Wen Ting, lay down, snuggled up close to him, huddled together, making sure to share body heat with him, only then did she close her eyes.
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At this time, the sky was still not dark, and the green hills were all over with a bright light.
Xi Yuan brought Wen He and Qing Yang, three foxes were bored squatting on the empty ground in the mountain forest.
Because of the previous selection of attendants for the young master, the school also needs to make adjustments, so there are no classes for these few days. The three foxes don't need to go to school, and naturally they are together as usual.
These days they didn't squat around the little fox den as often as before, so they got more and more bored. Qingyang was so idle that he used his back to rub against the snow, creating a fox-shaped pit on the flat snowy ground.
Wenhe crouched on a nearby rock, watching the rolling green hills for a while before becoming worried again. The text you are currently reading is "The Days of Being Childhood Friends with Qingqiu Fox Spirit Young Master" Chapter 42 (only half a chapter). To read the full version, please search Baidu: () and then search again: "The Days of Being Childhood Friends with Qingqiu Fox Spirit Young Master".
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