By the way, what is licking a plate?

In the afternoon, there is light rain in the mist, and the roses in the courtyard are graceful, purple, light yellow and pink, which stand out from the green leaves and are as lively as a group of flowers. Put one under the long corridor in front of the house.

On the couch, there is a low table with some fresh snacks on it. This quiet leisure time has passed unconsciously. I only feel that the time I just closed my eyes is very short, but it has passed more than half.

Time.

"awake?" I bumped into his dark pupil as soon as I opened my eyes, and the man sitting on the other side of the dwarf smiled and handed me a walnut.

Consciousness half confused and half awake, mulberry devoted to lazily raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, the man's fingers have been sent to his mouth, walnut unique nut fragrance spread in his mouth like ripples:

"Where's the kitten?" Fingertips are warm when they touch lips, so words become blurred, just like the sky and the earth outside the corridor are blurred by drizzle.

"I'm studying." Empty China's smile is very handsome, clear as a blue sky washed by rain, and a black suit can't suppress the smile on his face.

"Oh." Mulberry stranger nodded, and people were still lying on the couch, rubbing pillows and lifting their eyes, just to see the stiff side face of men, flying eyebrows into the temples, high nose and thin lips, handsome as ever.

With his eyes down, he carefully peeled the broken walnut shell from the pulp. In the small dish at hand, peeled walnuts pile up like a hill.

Yan Ghost whispered with a smile: "When do you eat this?"

Kong Hua also smiled: "Until you can't eat any more, I can't peel it off any more."

This is even more annoying than the wet weather in recent days. The smile on Summer's face faded away, and she stopped looking at him at first. Her fingers unconsciously dug the pillow and leaned against an embroidered ice polyester lotus. Empty China chased him.

The line of sight looks sideways, and the thin rain like a needle tip is closely intertwined, as if to connect heaven and earth.

Quiet enough to hear the sound of rain, only the walnuts in my hand are "snapping". Kong Hua changed the subject and said, "I'm afraid the rain won't stop at night, so I'll leave my husband for dinner."

Since living with him, he has unconsciously kept everything in order, from where he moves next time to three meals a day.

Luo. By the time Sammo noticed, this man named Kong Hua had spread his figure all the way to all the corners he could see, and it was too late to resist again.

It's just that he is used to being the Lord of the underworld, and his fingers don't touch the spring water. Ordinary housework on earth is always too hard for him. Sang Xin often thinks of his frequent mistakes in front of the stove.

Nai can only smile and face the scene of summoning ghosts for emergency.

But in any case, he works hard, trying to find a new place for those three people whose faces don't change from time to time, and trying to think about all the things that he and the kitten can't think about, Nu.

Take care of this slightly strange "home".

Seeing that Sammo just nodded and didn't talk, Kong Hua said his plan: "I made a set of Four Treasures of the Study in the ghost the other day. It's not a good thing, but it looks a little delicate."

This cat just learned to write. It doesn't need it ... "

Sang Mo understood his meaning and said, "Give it to Mr. Then." Then he looked up again, flicked the walnuts on his plate, and chatted with Kong Hua.

The topic of two people is always irrelevant, vast and spontaneous. Occasionally talking about the past, I met an old friend on the street corner. He has been reincarnated for three generations, and his face is no longer

I can't find what I used to look like. Things that have been so unforgettable and people who don't want to forget, in this way, passed lightly between the two populations.

The most talked about is the kitten. What should I buy for the kitten? Take the kitten to make friends with ghosts, or make friends with mortals. Do you still have to worry about marrying him in the future ...

Nonsense. Summer thought to herself, what are these weird pillow talk like parents on earth? Something strange happened quietly in my heart, and I carefully raised my head from the sofa to look at Hua's face.

He is normal, with a slight smile on his face and gentle light in his black eyes.

The rain was not only sunny, but the buds of roses were wet. The water curtain on the eaves hung down and dripped on the slate, tinkling, and a young man came from the west wing.

Randy's reading voice: "The heavens and the earth are mysterious and the universe is vast. The sun and the moon are full and the nights are long. Cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvest and winter storage ... "

Mulberry stranger cocked his head and looked at it. In the rain, behind the flowers, in the slightly open gap of the black lattice window, the man clung to the book and read it word by word, a thin figure.

Simply wearing a gown, green as Hsinchu after the rain. The scroll covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of drooping eyes and slightly thick eyebrows, which made him more serious and stupid.

Thick. Reminds people of an old friend. ...

When Kong Hua saw it, he whispered in his ear, "This gentleman is really a serious temper."

Sang Mo didn't nod or shake his head. He just looked straight at the west wing and sat up unconsciously.

"He has a good life." Empty China stretched out his hand and hugged his shoulder, infinite tenderness.

"I know." Some reluctant to take back the line of sight, Sammo leaned on his generous shoulder and couldn't help but sigh, "What a coincidence ..."

There are no coincidences in this world. A whim, I want to find a teacher for my kitten, so that he can write and learn, which may be useful in the future. Thanks to the warm-hearted aunt coming around the corner.

Asking around, it was three days before she led the young gentleman in. Wearing the same green gown, with white piping at the cuffs, a slight blush on her white face and an avatar on her forehead.

Nervousness leads to thin sweat.

How about study, personality, where to live, salary ... I won't listen to anything. Seeing this thin figure, Yan Ghost is speechless again. How many centuries have passed?

Is it? This simple and honest and shy smiling face, this bewildered and flustered expression, blushes as soon as you speak, except for the stupid scholar who always pestered himself as a "cousin" a long time ago.

Who else?

Nanfeng, there was an accident at the wedding banquet that year. I was only ignorant, almost completely ignorant. I haven't seen it since. Empty China said that after he woke up, he forgot everything, the most

Natural death. Sammo also tried to find him to reincarnate, but hesitated several times and finally gave up. But I didn't expect to see this scene again. Everything really happens for a reason.

Fruit cycle.

The south wind is as simple and honest as before, with clear pronunciation and mellow voice, horizontal and vertical. Usually, I don't talk much. When I see Sammo, I am even more flustered. I can't hold back a word for a long time.

Complete the sentence. Summer was not annoyed, but looked at his red face with interest. He can't remember his name now, but he just calls him "sir", and there is something unspeakable in his polite tone.

With a smile, a gray eye pupil was picked out from the corner of his eye and looked at him from head to toe.

So the thin-skinned scholar didn't know what to do, bit his tongue in panic and hissed painfully. Sang Mo was in a good mood, turned his back and hid behind a face of doubt.

The confused kitten made a solemn gesture not to reveal the secret.

Thinking about thinking can't help laughing.

"Thinking about Summer?" Empty China looked at the sly smile on his face and asked aloud.

"Nothing." Summer kept the secret to himself and continued to snicker. He looked at the west wing again and said, "Let's send Yangmei in later. He loves it. "

The man in black frowned carefully: "You treat me better than me."

When Yan Gui heard this, his eyes turned and a pair of gray eyes squinted at him: "You live here for free."

You can't tell the difference between air and China. As soon as he bowed his head, he buried his face in his neck, bit his thin neck and licked it with his tongue. I noticed that Sang Mo suddenly froze, just touching his auricle, and it was dark.

Laughing in a hoarse voice, he said, "I haven't eaten many times either."

Since the small earlobe kissed his mouth all the way, his arm suddenly tightened, but only a light kiss was printed on Mulberry's lips, and then he let go. Brilliant ghost didn't refuse, shallow breathing with your eyes closed, frown.

A little stiff, unwilling, and unwilling. Kong Hua held him in his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder and rubbing his cheek: "Sammo ..."

Summer gave a gentle "mmm".

Kong Hua said, "I like you." Soft enough to be melted by rain.

"..." As always, Summer didn't answer.

Kong Hua closed his eyes and listened quietly. The rain was mixed with Mr. Wang's reading, and he could even hear the "rustling" sound of the wet pen tip across the rice paper in the study.

It rained harder and harder, banging on the tiles overhead and wetting a yard of colorful roses. The new gentleman was shy by nature and refused to stay for dinner. Sang Mo sighed in his heart: Why has his silly character never changed, even his stubborn and twisted temper refused to change?

I turned to see that Kong Hua, who had a bad idea, was holding a kitten and grinning. This is a joke about his previous hard mouth and soft heart. He pretended not to care. Finally, his kindness is not good.

Report. Yan Gui turned around, pulled Mr. Xiao's sleeve and stepped out of the door: "Then I'll send him."

It rained all day and didn't mean to stop. With a pair of oiled paper, people are also reflected under the yellow umbrella. Sang Mo walked side by side with him and stole a glance away.

Look, they have grown taller. In the past, they were almost the same height. Now my husband is half a head taller than him and his shoulders are thin and weak. I don't think his family will be good in this life.

"How many people are there in Sir's family?" Summer asked in an awkward silence.

"a ... a person." He replied softly, and his face turned red again. His clear eyes, which could not hide anything, avoided Sang Mo's eyes, and he didn't know where to look.

The umbrella also tilted, and the whole person tilted to Sammo's side, while his own shoulders were soaked by the rain.

"It's crooked." Summer smiled and pushed the handle toward him.

"Oh, oh ... I ..." The little scholar's face was ripe at once. He awkwardly straightened his umbrella and used too much force to hang the mulberry stranger in the rain. He quickly helped again, and after some tossing, two umbrellas came down.

People are all wet.

Sammo secretly laughed at his embarrassing appearance, but casually asked, "That gentleman just now?" What about the two halls? "

"So I went." He didn't care when he saw the stranger of Mulberry, and he calmed down a little. "My father left early, and my mother got sick two years ago. This just passed the Chinese New Year this year ... "

Summer nodded silently. Fortunately, it is not easy to be orphaned and widowed, but he never left Ding Qiang alone and asked, "Where is Miss?"

The little scholar was shy again and replied stiffly, "I ... I'm not married yet."

"Is there an engagement?"

Sang Mo casually asked, but he didn't answer. He bowed his head and walked from the tip of his ear to the root of his neck. Judging from his appearance, it's settled.

Yan Gui suddenly became curious: "Which lady is it?"

He hung his neck and refused to talk, but Yan Ghost clung to his ear and refused to let go: "Is she beautiful?"

"Do you like her?"

"Does she like you?"

One question after another, the little scholar was at a loss, clutching the umbrella handle with his fingers and whispering for mercy: "I ... I ... give me a break."

"Ha ha ha ha ....." Squinting his eyes, Yan Ghost laughed: He immediately stopped, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out his arm to pat the shoulder soaked by rain. "If one person can't live well, neither of them can."

However, if I like it, I will marry him early and have a fat doll next year. This ... this ... this is a really good idea. "

Seeing Sang Mo looking at him unblinkingly, the young scholar bit his lip and nodded hard. Yan Ghost just hooked up her mouth and smiled happily: "If you don't dislike it, just put it in my house."

Let's get married. There has never been a real happy event in our family. "

Anticipating that he would refuse, he quickly added, "If you refuse, come to my house tomorrow! …"

The words were blocked before they were exported. The little gentleman under the umbrella has a pair of unusually bright eyes: "The master is too kind to me ..."

The umbrella tilted unconsciously to this side. Sammo grabbed the umbrella with a sudden snatch and gave him a heavy push: "That's because you are so bullied."

On both sides of the alley are snow-white courtyard walls, and the slender branches that have just sprouted quietly stretch out two or three like urchins who run away from home. There is a small red flower on the wall, swaying in the wind and rain.

Seduce passers-by's eyes. The young gentleman under the wall looks like a mess. He smiled and showed his white teeth to Summer: "The master is a good man, and so is the other master."

Summer clutched the umbrella, turned around and strode forward: "Fool!" " "

In the mansion, a table full of food is cold, and the man in black is holding the child in black and waiting patiently: "What should I do? Your father likes your husband better. "

The dumb child looked up and gave him a white look. The man bowed his head and smiled, pinching his chubby little face with one hand: "What about you? Do you like me or sir? "

"Is it me? Your father likes me better, doesn't he? "

"Right? It must be ... "

Pain, the kitten looked at him tearfully.

He kept his eyes on the door: "One day, he will tell me."

When the continuous rain finally stopped, bright red silk was hung in the house where the three lived. It is Mr. Xiao who wants a wife.

It turned out to be the old one that was rejected by the original owner. The beams and columns were mottled with paint, and the hall was narrow, which was incomparable with the former Jin Wang Fu. I don't know where to find that page.

A high shelf was set up in the room and climbed up and down on the ground. Sang Mo looked up at HongLing hanging on the beam: "Not as good as the previous group."

What I'm talking about here is the ghost of Hua's men who worked in Jin Palace last time. Kong Hua stood beside him and looked up with him: "It's a pity that I'm just a ghost, so I have to pay for it from the street."

Someone will take care of it. "

He has lost most of his magic since he cut the unicorn off his forehead. He is no longer qualified for the post of ghost master, and he has lost his prestige in charge of thousands of ghosts.

Kong Hua himself doesn't care, directing everyone to decorate furniture inside and outside. Sang strange took the kitten, looked at it from a distance and never spoke again.

Not many guests. My husband is very thin, and that woman is not Plutocratic family, but only a few relatives and close neighbors. A small yard covered with red silk.

I can't tell you how lively the room is, but it's not very deserted. The red double happiness decal, though meager, is a gift beautifully packaged in red, with everyone's sincere smiling face, lacking wealth and showing off.

But out of nothing, there are many simple feelings of ordinary people. Sammo stood in the corner with her kitten in her arms, and her face softened a lot unconsciously.

Having entertained almost all the guests, Kong Hua pushed his way through the crowd and returned to them. Seeing Sang Mo's smiling face, he was stunned at first, and then suddenly pressed him into his arms: "Sang Mo ..."

"Huh?" Summer was a little puzzled, only to find that the man's arms were warm.

The firecrackers outside the door were deafening, and people around them had to raise their voices and shout. When the bride came in, the crowd flooded in, cheering, congratulating and booing.

..... the noise is getting louder and louder. Sang strange stood in situ, being held tightly by Kong Hua. The man attached to his ear seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear clearly, only felt the man's kiss fall on his lips and get wet.

Dear, gentle and affectionate.

After living together again, he became so gentle, and his handsome brow could no longer find his former cruelty and hegemony. Like the best lover in the world, hardworking and considerate. Sammo

I found that I hardly knew him.

Separated by the crowded crowd, a pair of nervous gentlemen are leading the bride through a small yard, surrounded by relatives and friends hanging with red silk on both sides. At this end of the common complex, he bowed his head trembling for fear of stepping on it.

Clothes make a fool of yourself in public, and at the same time, I can't help looking back, and my mouth can't help but tilt up.

At the other end, the bride wearing a red headscarf can't see her face. She only vaguely saw a pair of hands painted with red chlodan on the edge of the cuff of the gold thread, firmly grasping the crimson ribbon, although

However, there is a cheerful matchmaker around to help, but his feet are still carefully step by step, as if he were shy to hide, and a touch of beaming red brought out his daughter's brilliant vision for the future life.

People spontaneously stopped the noise and waited for the couple to pay their respects, and the courtyard was quiet again. Sang Shangmo: "You have changed."

Kong Hua lowered his head and quickly printed a kiss on the corner of his eye: "You have changed, too." There is a smile in the words, and there are some complicated ideas that cannot be said.

In this way, back to chest, body folded, in the corner behind the crowd, leaning against each other, looking at others' vows.

"Worship of heaven and earth."

"Second, worship Gaotang."

"Husband and wife worship."

Then, the groom provoked the bride's tweeter, and cheers rang out. This is a young woman with a beautiful appearance. The beam is covered with powder, but it can't cover a pair of ying ying.

The eyes of autumn ink painting. The bride is beautiful, but she is not flamboyant, gorgeous or stinging her eyes, just like a pool of clear water behind a cloud in a deep mountain canyon, which is quiet and elegant and refreshing.

Summer said, "I think of someone."

A person who has only seen it a few times in a hurry but listened to it countless times: "I also have a sister who is a female compatriot with me ... she is much smarter than me, the actress is better than me, and she can write poems."

Painting and dancing are even more beautiful. Even the best musicians in Beijing praise her ... My parents often say that it's a pity that we were reborn and voted for such a family. If we were born into those chaebol families, we would not be able to protect ourselves.

Can be queen ... "

Makeup princess, a beautiful princess who promised life and death to the cowardly puppet emperor in the poem.

"There is such a thing as cause and effect." The man's eyes on the couple are indifferent from beginning to end, and the clear eyes can almost reflect the shy and happy smiling face of the groom's official, just like all day.

Under all the owners who are good to their teachers.

If we put it in the past, it is really ... unimaginable that it is branded with the word "Chu".

The deep affection of the past life finally filled the shortcomings of the afterlife when love and hate disappeared. This is cause and effect. Even though we have long forgotten each other's faces, even though the words and expressions of that year have long been forgotten.

The light has washed away a word. Even the imperial concubines in the Jiuchong Palace have become the most common men and women in the world. After many storms and vicissitudes, can you still remember that legend?

There are three white stone arch bridges on Lake Hu Ming in this city. Peace is sought by Ping An Bridge, and happiness is sought by Ruyi Bridge. There is a resting place near the Changsheng Bridge, but it will take a hundred years to turn around. If you have a lover, cross the bridge arm in arm three times.

Suffered a lot, and from then on, the family relationship lasted for a long time, destined to be it runs in the family. At that time, it was like this. Step by step, we walked hand in hand on the bridge for three times, holding hands silently and growing old with our children.

This time, I vowed to * * * your bald head.

Very good ... but I was thinking of another person, who has such a beautiful face, such autumn eyes and such tenderness, but has become a breeze in the rolling world of mortals, and there is no more.

The future Sammo suddenly felt a little trance, and a half smile appeared on her face, and she couldn't laugh anymore.

Kong Hua took a panoramic view of the change of his expression, hugged his waist tightly and said, "The bride's maiden name is Xizhao."

This is ... Sang Mo suddenly opened his eyes and quickly turned to look at him. However, he smiled treacherously, blinked, took out the red paper from his sleeve and waved it in front of Yan Gui: "It's full of birthdays, and I just want it."

I'll show you, and you say no. "

Sang strange bickered with him and quickly grabbed the red paper in his hand. The bride's eight characters clearly read one by one-a daughter's sunset photo.

His face froze and his mouth tried to pull up in vain, but a pair of flying eyebrows bent down. Finally, there was no smile or tears on her face, just biting her lips with her teeth, ok.

It seems that I have something to vent when I open my mouth.

"Who told you not to care?" Helpless ghost Lord's adult deliberately sighed heavily, stepped forward and took this twisted colourful ghost into his arms again, patting his back and soothing, "this is not so good.

She must be happy, too "

How can you be unhappy? Later photos ... After so long, I almost forgot your maiden name, Guifei.

The groom's official was surrounded by people, who clamored for him to carry the bride into the cave, so the children who joined in the fun shouted and laughed. The thin-skinned gentleman blushed.

As soon as I close my eyes and grind my teeth, I will pick up the bride and the house will soon overturn the roof. The bride hung her eyes around her husband's neck and dared not look. She looked up quickly when people were not paying attention.

The line of sight of two people collided. Teacher Sven just grinned and hugged his bride, silly and full of happiness was about to overflow.

Happiness can infect bystanders in the corner:

"He did really well."

"I hope you have a good life, too."

When a person speaks slowly, he is determined to engrave every word in his heart. Summer tried to keep his eyes fixed on the abyss: "Now is good."

Kong Hua said, "I want to make you better."

Sammo habitually opened his eyes, knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions, but he heard the man change the subject: "We will go to see the tide in a couple of days, you promised me."

When did I promise you? Yan ghost turned his head and stared and asked. The man in black with the old god seems to have expected such a reaction long ago. He smiled calmly and contentedly: "Just now."

Seeing that Sang Mo was still puzzled, he slowly leaned down and printed a kiss on Yan Gui's lips: "Remember?" In the bright smile, there are some naughty children, and if they succeed, they will be broken.

Just now, when the bride came in, she was held by him, as if she heard what he said, and then she was kissed by him, soft and affectionate. ...

Hades, who is not good at calculating nature, looked at the sober expression on his bright face and grinned happily: "I said, let's go to see the tide." I agreed without talking. " You didn't say no.

Yes "

"Kittens must study and not fall behind in their lessons."

Ghost Yan dragged the kitten that had been left out for a long time. The child looked up at Sammo, looked at Kong Hua with a pair of black and white eyes, and secretly muttered, I am the most wronged.

Right?

"I told Mr. Wang that he would take care of them, and Mr. Wang agreed."

"Mr. Wang just got married."

"The bride also agreed."

"There will be a house ..."

"Mr. Wang said he would take good care of everything at home." Kong Hua spread out his hand and smiled innocently at the angry ghost Yan. "Mr. Wang has always been a kind person."

"I'm not going."

"You promised."

"I never said I promised."

Just now, I almost cried. As soon as I turned my face, I straightened my back, and my side hand clenched into a fist. That colorful ghost is like a hedgehog with all its spikes standing up, and my eyes are slightly raised.

Show pride that you can't easily promise.

Empty China looked at those gray eyes deeply, as if to look into the deepest part of his heart: "well, we won't go." Hold the hand of the mulberry stranger's arm and slide down together.

These eyes are as deep as ink. Every time they collide, they can't stop breathing. It seems that the whole person has stood on the edge of the abyss, and a small step forward will fall in and then can't get out.

In these eyes, I have seen wild ambition like weeds, cold cruelty like ice, and excessive burning madness, but I have never seen such a bleak loss.

Sammo stared at these eyes with his mouth half open, trying to say something, but the man turned and left: "I'll go and see the layout of the banquet."

The black figure that has lost its thick, gloomy and haunting mind inexplicably reveals a sense of loneliness among people wearing colorful new clothes, and people's smiling faces glow slightly because of the upwelling of alcohol.

Sang Mo looked for an empty face, only to see his hair dripping down. ...

"Ok, what tide are you going to see?" Ghost Yan crouched down and muttered to the kitten.

The kitten obediently threw herself into his arms and let him knead her fleshy face again and again. In fact, I am really the most wronged, right?

"Go to what? What if you don't go? "

"It's already like this, what else can you prove? What can I do if I prove it? "

Ghost Yan didn't notice. On the other side of the crowd, a man in black has been waiting for him silently.

Chao, I have seen it before, when Chu had just become the king of Jin. At that time, his father Chu Lingdi was not seriously ill, the prince of Zhao was still alive, and Chu Zeming was still so high-spirited.

Wang Wei and Ze Xin, kings of Qi, are distinguished guests of various poetry parties. After that, all the fratricidal and bloody struggles are as far away as the stars in the horizon.

The prince out of the cold palace is like a bird out of the cage, whipping the horse all day, and his eyes flying around as if he were going to travel all over the world. How far can it actually go? It's nothing more than growing up in the city.

Streets and alleys are just cruising in the Woods and grass industry in the suburbs, and the farthest trip is to go out of the city to watch the tide.

I dressed in plain clothes and rode a horse to the river day and night. I was so excited before I saw the tide. I wish I couldn't dance in public, but I couldn't say it.

I am actually happy at will, but my chest fluctuates badly, and I still feel very slow when I open my mouth to gasp.

Later, the tide came. then ...

Sang Mo slowly opened his eyes, and it was raining outside the window. The rainy season in the south never seems to reach his head. The "intermittent" rain disturbed people's mood, closed their eyes, and the humid air made the bedding feel tactile.

The steam makes me feel sticky and I can't sleep over and over again.

The man has carefully changed the bamboo pillow for him and leaned back on it quietly. Mulberry looked up intently with her face propped up by her arms, while Konghua sat by the window reading a book. The carved window on the left was half open and it was raining.

Rain, green leaves and safflower are washed more brightly by the rain outside the house. Light and shadow crisscross, the man hangs his head, and the already handsome side face is carefully outlined by the faint light, and the broken hair falling from his forehead covers him here.

A pair of long and narrow sharp eyes, long hair hanging over the face, thin lips slightly sipping, lips as if stained with water.

He always likes to wear a black suit, with dark stripes of the same color cirrus shining on his cuffs, and his black hair pours down from his shoulders like a waterfall. Mulberry strangers always have an impulse to comb his hair with a sapphire comb.

Comb your hair occasionally.

Empty China was so absorbed in reading that she didn't notice Sammy's eyes at all. Yan Gui crept out of bed to have a closer look. When you can clearly see a man's long eyelashes, Summer will laugh.

Make a noise, where is this reading? It is clearly dozing off.

I broke my waist and couldn't help pointing my finger at his eyebrows. I wanted to order something heavier, which woke him up and made a lot of taunts. As soon as his fingertips touched his face, he lost his strength, and his fingertips pressed against him.

Rub her forehead slowly.

Time has never left any trace on him. For thousands of years, it meant nothing to this man sitting in the depths of hades. His looks are always so beautiful and his expression is always like this.

Full of compassion, the joys and sorrows of the world can't touch any of his emotions. But it happened that ... the fingers were pulled back to his eyebrows, and they gathered a little, and the person who was sleeping seemed still worried.

With what?