Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 276 Aquaman Escapes Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 166
Xie Xun's smile faded: "I've already put it down."

"You don't plan to marry a wife in the future?"

"Look, it's good to be alone." Xie Xun said relaxedly, "What kind of wife do you marry, and you will live in the frontier for the rest of your life, so you won't delay other girls."

Pei Yanzhi looked at his face, the night was getting dark, he asked a few times, but he didn't dare to ask.

You keep letting go, how much you have hidden... never forgetting.

Xie Xun only stayed in the capital for one day, and stayed in the bamboo garden at night. The bamboo garden was cleaned day and night, as if the owner had never left, and the objects were still as they were three years ago, and no one had taken them away. Only one person signed the letter name.

"Tangtang, I'm home."

He said softly to the whole room alone.

The peach tree planted in the courtyard has already bloomed, but the person who planted the peach tree together and said to drink under the tree in March of Yangchun is gone.

On the day I left Beijing, many people came to see me off.

Compared with three years ago, the capital is more prosperous and prosperous. The people in every family are safe, children are chasing and playing, and everyone's face is full of smiles, which is the expectation of a prosperous age.

Liu Zhu is guarding Xu Beihou's mansion, Zhang Nuanyan is not yet married, Xie Quyan starts to focus on official affairs, Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao are married and have a big fat boy.

Everything is going in the right direction.

What about Xie Xun?

Letting go is an illusion, how can it be possible to let go.

It is he who is immersed in love, and it is he who does not let himself go.

"Brother, do you want to go back to the frontier directly?" Xie Quyan asked.

"I plan to go to the south of the Yangtze River." Xie Xun stood in the sunshine of August, leading a horse.

What are you doing in Jiangnan?
No one asked.

It's all clear in my heart.

They all said, "Go home early."

After leaving Beijing, Xie Xun went to Wuzhuo Temple. He has been to the temple countless times. If he couldn't get away from the battlefield, he would find time to find the nearest temple to pray.

He offered incense in the main hall, and secretly prayed for Meng Tang'an's safety countless times in his heart. No one in the world knew about it, only the Buddha knew.

After walking out of the main hall, Xie Xun went under the thousand-year-old pagoda tree again, with red ribbons fluttering, just like back then, with many new wooden signs, he slowly found Meng Tangan's wooden sign, and looked up at it for a long time. With eyes full of tenderness.

——I only hope that your heart is like mine.

Time flies so fast.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, she could still see her smiling in his arms.

I haven't given up on my love for three years, and I want to ask her when she will return it.

"Every year, every year, be safe and sound." For a long time, he didn't ask any questions, but just said a word carefully, his voice drifting in the midsummer wind.

The words are calm, but the words are lovesick.

"Benefactor." Someone behind saluted and said gently, "You have to read a lot of books, walk a long way, and have seen spring, summer, autumn and winter, and you will let it go."

Not anymore.

Xie Xun lives in that memory and will never let it go.

"Thank you." He still said.

Master Konghui was stunned for a moment, looking at the wooden sign in the distance, with a complicated look on his face. The love of a young man is always sincere and magnanimous. He was a little curious and puzzled: "You said that, but you haven't put it down yet. Thinking of the past, you will Do you regret it? Will you regret it?"

"I have regrets, but I don't regret it." He replied earnestly, "It must be that I am not sincere enough, that's why we have no fate. I will work hard to learn."

Learn it, never miss it.

"What if I miss it all my life?"

"I want to wait for her, so why be afraid of a year or two?"

"I don't know if she is willing." The wooden sign made a crisp sound when it collided, and then a long sigh fell, "Go to spring, don't rot in the past and dreams."

Some people are stuck in that year, year after year.

Xie Xun left Chang'an City, rode a horse all the way, and walked slowly on the road, taking the same road that they went down to the south of the Yangtze River together.

At various places along the way, I personally posted new missing person notices. The woman in the portrait is lifelike, and it is an inexhaustible thought.

I will also hold a portrait and ask from day to night.

"Excuse me, have you seen her?"

"Thank you."

"Excuse me, have you seen her?"

"Excuse me……"

The answer is loss after loss.

got used to.

Still looking forward to it.

"Who is she?"

"She is my ... an old friend."

Thinking of the old person, thinking is thinking, so it is the person I will never see again.

In the evening, Xie Xun found a place to stay overnight and drank by himself.

"Tangtang, am I so unworthy of your coming back?"

After speaking, he smiled to himself.

A seven-point drunken voice floated in the air.

He never approached Shangqingjiang, not because he was afraid, but because Meng Tang'an didn't want to see him, and Xie Xun was afraid that he would go, so she wouldn't show up.

He watched from afar.

In the first year, when Meng Tangan was not found, Xie Xun thought that she just didn't want to see him and was avoiding him.

In the second year, Meng Tang'an was still not found, Xie Xun thought, what did he do wrong, and what should he do to make her safe.

This year is the third year.

No audio.

She has a delicate temper and loves to play tricks.

Xie Xun only hopes that the people she meets will treat her well.

Be kind to her by all means.

Sometimes Xie Xun would also think that it would be nice if he didn't meet him.

So is she still alive now?

We must be safe every year, even if we don't see each other every day.

The sound of the bone whistle was clear and clear, and it drifted far away with the cold night, and it rang all night.

After hearing the news, Falcon came and stopped in front of the window, staring at Xie Xun unblinkingly with dark eyes, quietly accompanying him.

Xie Xun leaned against the window, his brows and eyes were lazy and quiet, and with the twilight of the sky, he finally put down his bone whistle.

The original bone whistle was given to Meng Tangan by Xie Xun, it was the only relic left to him by his father.

Xie Xun's character was taken by Xie Zida himself - Huaijing.

In fact, he didn't have any impression of his father, after all, he had never seen him before. The first time he knew of his father was when he heard the news of his death from the battlefield.

That day Liu Zhu cried hoarsely!

The moment Xie Xun handed over the bone whistle to Meng Tang'an, Xie Xun had identified her for the rest of his life.

He was afraid that Meng Tangan would accidentally lose the bone whistle, so he strung it up with a red string and put it around her neck.

The bone whistle sounded, and the falcon was dispatched.

No matter how far away, Xie Xun will always come to her.

How he wished that the distant bone whistle sounded again, just like three years ago.

But for three years, Xie Xun blew his bone whistle all night, without a single response.

It was only later that I realized that some people can't stay if they want to.

When some people meet, they are already signed.

As the sun sets, there are vast green hills in the distance, and the afterglow of dusk covers the earth.

Xie Xun rode on the horseback, walking lazily through the mountain road, the breeze blowing his sleeves, the horse's hooves stepped on the fallen leaves and made a creaking sound, and occasionally stopped to graze, Xie Xun refused to go no matter how much he pulled it, Angrily kicked the horse's ass.

Seen from a distance, the silhouette is outlined by golden lines, like a scroll.

A small town in the south of the Yangtze River is misty and rainy, pattering down non-stop, with white walls and black tiles, raindrops dripping from the eaves in a line, and nursery rhymes are immature.

"Midsummer is here, the flowers and branches are blooming,

Butterflies chasing after babies.

Winter comes, the stove burns,
Snowflakes cover the face and turn gray..."

Grandma was sitting in front of the house, when she saw Xie Xun, she recognized him at a glance, smiled and waved, her waist was bent, her head was full of silver hair, she was also old, and her voice was still kind: "Young master is here, why don't you see Tang An."

(End of this chapter)