Xiao Yue jumped up and down saying: "The chapter is less than 30% complete, just wait until midnight and you can read it!" Yunmian leaned over with her head tilted to the side, she couldn't write and only recognized a few simple characters. Coincidentally, Wen Ting's handwriting was unfamiliar to her, and she didn't recognize these two characters either. She raised an eyebrow, revealing a puzzled expression.

  Wen Ting looked at her and smiled, patiently saying: "The crane cries in the ninth valley, its voice heard in the wild. How is it at night? The night is not yet over, the light of the courtyard lamp."

  He casually cited two examples and when he came to the word with his name, he particularly emphasized it and put his claws on the edge of the word, pointing it out to Yunmian.

  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 heard it before, as if today is not the first time they met, and he had seen him somewhere 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 zhuàng dé lì hài, dùn shí huáng zhāng de wǎng hòu yī tiào, dào: "Nǐ... nǐ zuò shén me!"

  "......Huh?"

  Clouds sleep and hear courtyard jump walk, but don't understand why tilted head.

  She said: "Let me see if you are still cold or not. Your expression was not very good just now, I'm worried that there's still something uncomfortable about you."

  Yunmian's expression was simple and bewildered, looking like he really didn't think much of it. But then he suddenly changed to Wen Ting's cramped courtyard, his face turned red again, saying: "I'm fine, just now I was just..."

  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.

  Yun Mian happily jumped up and down, making room for herself, and showed Wen Ting the words she had just written.

  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. Wen Ting didn't feel anything before, but when he saw Yunmian writing his name, he suddenly felt very embarrassed. He hastily moved his eyes away and said: "I know, it looks great... 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 definitely hasn't fully recovered yet. If you're feeling tired, go to sleep first, I'll stay here and keep watch."

  Wen Ting didn't mean to let the girl take his place, but Yun Mian's feeling was not wrong, he was really very tired. Just now when talking to Yun Mian, he had to force himself a bit, and as time went on, he gradually couldn't hold on anymore. Wen Ting felt that the dizziness in his head hadn't dissipated, his eyelids were too 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 drooped down, giving off 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.

  ……

  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 depression on the flat snowy ground.

  Wenhe crouched on a nearby stone, watching the rolling Qingyang for a while, and then looked anxiously at Xiyuan on the other side.

  Xiyuan Zheng stood still, gazing in a distant direction. He had been less talkative than usual lately, but he didn't seem to be lacking in spirit. His back remained straight as ever, and his three red tails blazed like fire.

  Xi Yuan

  Wenhe swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Tuantuan... she was chosen as the young master's wife."

  In fact, until now, Wenhe still has an unbelievable feeling.

  He's not like Xī Yuán, he's always disliked Yunmian? The chapter you are reading now is 《The days of being childhood friends with the young master of Qingqiu Fox》 Chapter 51. Only half a chapter is available here, to read the full version please search on Baidu: () and then search again for: 《The days of being childhood friends with the young master of Qingqiu Fox》

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