"Qinghong is so elegant." Lin Fang looked at the shimmering waves in front of him.

"Well, I am the most elegant person." I was quite proud.

As the saying goes, the cunning rabbit has three holes. I have booked a small boat by the river, which is much cheaper than the inn.

The river breeze passed by, and I looked at his thick old clothes. Isn’t it hot?

He is very hot-

The white silk scarf on Lin Fang's head that was used to tie his hair had already been removed, and his black hair was spread out on his shoulders. He leaned against the cabin, stretched out his white and transparent hand from his wide sleeves, pulled the collar, revealing a large piece of white skin that looked like jade.

He was indeed beautiful, and he was as carved as a god who was about to die of illness.

"Mr. Lin, are you very hot?" I looked at him with concern, "Do you want Xiao Lan to get on the boat and fan you?"

"No need." He was silent for a while and actually glared at me. Somehow, my heart was almost pounding.

Why did he glar at me? Is it for the sake of heartwarming beads?

"Mr. Lin, I can't give it to you now." I just agreed to Xiaolan and asked her to wear it for ten days.

Mr. Lin lowered his head and smiled: "A gentleman does not take away what others love. Since Qinghong has been snatched, it is Qinghong's. I don't want it."

"But if you need it, I can lend it to you." I said sincerely, looking at his sick look, it seemed that he really needed it.

"Okay, if I get terminally ill one day, I will definitely borrow it from Qinghong." Mr. Lin looked at me gratefully, but his words were a little strange.

Relatively speechless.

Mr. Lin was not a particularly talkative person, and he was even staring at the scenery outside the boat.

How could he have the heroic demeanor of a martial arts man? He is like a young man from a wealthy family who has never seen any world before, so he is pitiful.

I felt pity for a moment--he must have rarely gone out, and it turned out that he was regarded as a puppet.

"Mr. Lin."

"Call me Afang."

"Ah Fang, do you... rarely go out?" I lowered my voice and leaned into his ear, "They... are not good to you?"

His ears that were nearly translucent shell-like, instantly turned red. He glanced at me and buried his head.

"When the leader of the martial arts world is selected, the order of your family's leader will be handed over to him. What will you do then?"

"I'm... like you," he looked at me seriously, his eyes flying like a child, "Bring a boat and enjoy the mountains and rivers!"

I laughed a few times, and my heart was even more pity. He was so poor and wandering around, saying that he must be a swollen face and fat man. He didn't even have a new outfit, so how could he have a wallet?

Thinking of my father's instructions before going down the mountain, I held his hands, his hands were so cold.

"Afang, don't worry. I will protect you this martial arts conference. If the martial arts conference is over and you have no place to go, you can go to Jingzhou. I asked my father to accept you as his disciple. My brothers and sisters are very good, you will not be alone."

"Qinghong..." His expression was stiff for a moment, and then he lowered his head, as if he was about to cry.

"Look at you, you don't even have new clothes. When you get ashore, I'll ask Xiaolan to buy you a new set of clothes."

He was stunned: "No need."

"Afang, you don't have to be polite to me!" It's just a piece of clothing, it's not worth much money.

"Really, I have new clothes at home. How can I make you spend money?" He looked a little surprised.

"Why don't you wear new clothes when you have new clothes? Since the Gu family has relied on you to gather the martial arts world, why don't you even make new clothes for you?" I said angrily.

The Gu family, since the Sun Wu period, has been a powerful man in Jiangdong, and was the backer of Lin Fang's martial arts convening order. His father said that he would also be the support behind the new generation of martial arts leaders.

He looked at me laughed and cried: "It's comfortable to wear old clothes! I take Wushi Powder, and my skin is easy to get hurt. New clothes often make my body bleeding." His tone was very strange and ignored.

Five stones scattered, Five stones scattered!

My father said it was the most poisonous thing in the world and must not be touched. If you take too much, you will die of piercing the stomach and rotting!

Who would volunteer to take poison?

I looked at him in shock, and he looked at me inexplicably.

Forget it, since he pretended to be fine, I can't ask anymore. My mother said that you should be understanding.

"Qinghong, can we go out with a boat?" he asked in great interest.

The ship is very small, only two people. Now the ship is parked on the shore, and Xiaolan and his guards are serving on the shore. I looked at his thin arms and legs, and then remembered that I just held his wrist, and I couldn't feel any internal force.

He is not afraid, what am I afraid of? Agree.

Xiaolan and the two guards stared at each other and watched us row the boat farther and farther away.

Actually, I was just rowing alone.

Lin Fang had just stroked twice and was panting. He smiled embarrassedly and sat down by the cabin.

When I reached the middle of the river, I looked back proudly at him, but found that he was leaning against the cabin. Perhaps it was too hot, and the collar was stretched wider, revealing most of the snow-white shoulders, which were about to slide down, and his chest was vaguely visible. He looked at me with a smile, but he didn't seem to notice it.

"Mr. Lin, your clothes are about to slide down!" I kindly reminded.

He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his white hand, and slowly tightened the collar of his clothes.

"Why not fish?" I pulled out two fishing rods from the deck.

His eyes lit up.

This young master Lin is a bit strange.

———

This day was quite comfortable.

Although Lin Fang was a little stunned, he was well-behaved and obedient. He followed me to fish, load bait, and even fanned me - very much like Junior Brother Seven!

Since I turned ten years old, my senior brothers and sisters have stopped obeying me, the girl. Only the young junior brother, the seventh junior brother, is my loyal follower!

Although the seventh junior brother is young, he is very useful when he goes up the mountain, down the river, steals chickens, and touches dogs.

Lin Fang's appearance made me feel like I was lost and regained.

In the evening, the fish basket was already full. We became much more familiar with each other.

Thinking of the delicious fish soup, I almost drooled.

"Hahaha, braised fish, steamed fish, pine nut fish..." I shouted loudly in the twilight.

He did not respond.

I turned around and saw that he was curled up in the cabin, his whole body trembling slightly.

I hurried over. He raised his snow-white face, full of sweat: "Qinghong, I'm sorry... Wushisan, it's attack..."

Sure enough, he was poisoned!

"Don't be afraid!" I looked at his messy bun and pale face, and his body shaking harder and harder. I helped him up, and my right hand slowly poured into his wrist, and asked, "Do you have any antidote?"

He didn't answer, his whole body shook violently, and turned over and actually pressed me under him.

What's the situation?

"Qinghong...Qinghong..." He called my name softly, his voice was soft and extremely beautiful.

He supported his hands on both sides of my head, and his handsome face was less than three inches away from me.

Those beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak at this time, naughty, gentle, depended, admired, obsessed... everything...

I suddenly felt my world was silent and my heart seemed to be softening.

He is so thin and pitiful, and so gentle and simple...

The cabin seemed to become blurry, and I smelled the faint fishy smell of the river.

It seemed that only his eyes were left in the world, which was so breathtaking that it enveloped me.

A thought flashed through my mind: It is not unreasonable that he is called the number one handsome man in the martial arts world...

His eyes were already picturesque, and at this time he was weak and had a hint of stubborn fanaticism and persistence. There was a faint smell of medicine in his breath.

What is he going to do?

His body is so close to me that it brings me a sense of restlessness and freshness...

My reaction was hesitant because of this strange feeling...

Until he lowered his head and kissed me gently, his hands covered my chest. The man's instantly dull expression and hot palms flashed in my mind like a flash of lightning that night...

I was sober and awake, and I no longer hesitated and slapped him away with one palm.

Damn, my innocence!

———

In the early morning, the clouds in the sky were at least a few feet thick, making people breathless.

Just like my gloomy mood.

I sat cross-legged on the big bed in the inn and meditated. After exercising for a while, I couldn't concentrate at all.

My small boat by the river, because it has become a witness to shame, has no longer had the mood to take a step.
To be continued...