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

Chapter 283 Aquaman Escapes Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 173
"Master Hou, it's Miss Meng." Yang Zhihua reported cautiously.

"Snapped--"

The pen in Xie Xun's hand fell to the ground, and the pen and ink blurred!

"let her go."

"Miss Meng said that she won't leave until she sees you."

The knock on the door was still ringing, reaching Xie Xun's ears. He watched the snow falling more and more, his thin lips moved, and his jaw tensed.

Yang Zhihua saw what he wanted to ask: "Ms. Meng's clothes are very thin."

As soon as the voice fell, the man rushed out of the door!

On the day of the fifth day of November, the first snow began to fall from Chenshi, and it kept falling, without any tendency to stop.

Xie Xun pushed open the gate of Xu Beihou's Mansion, and as soon as he lowered his head, he could see the figure squatting under the eaves, wearing a thin white skirt, with his arms around his knees, fine snowflakes fell on the hem of the skirt, black hair, and eyelashes , like a poor little homeless.

She raised one hand, intending to knock on the door, but because the door suddenly opened, she missed it, and looked up blankly.

Looking from bottom to top, he saw the slender figure standing in front of him, behind him was the white snow, fluttering in disorder, blurred into the scene of distant mountains, only his eyebrows and eyes were extremely clear.

Meng Tangan's eyelashes trembled, and the snowflakes on them fluttered down, reflecting his peach blossom eyes clear and clean, reflecting his shadow. He bent his eyes and smiled, and his breath turned into a white mist, with a bit of grievance: "Thank you!" Xun, I miss you."

She said, I miss you.

If you miss him, he will surrender.

Xie Xun bent down, leaned over and hugged her firmly, noble and gentle, walked towards the mansion step by step, he said: "Let's go home."

The breath on the front of his clothes was a bit cool, like a clear rainforest, with some thin snow falling. Meng Tang was lying in his arms, smelling his breath, feeling a little greedy.

In this snowy winter.

Xie Xun waited until Meng Tangan!

"So we really know each other." She was sitting on the bed in Zhuyuan, covered with the blanket Xie Xun gave her, the heating in the room was very good, she got a little hot, she quietly put her feet out, and listened to Xie Xun's words, " They call me Ma'am."

Xie Xun's brows and eyes were gentle, and he handed her the hot water.

The fingertips touch briefly.

"We've known each other for a long time."

"Then why did we separate?"

"Because I did something wrong."

Meng Tang'an only asked this one sentence, and didn't ask any more.

She has an inexplicable obsession with him.

Wanting love very, very much.

What happened in the past is not important anymore.

"The bone whistle is yours, right? It's beautiful." She wrapped the red rope around her neck, and the bone whistle shook accordingly.

"In the past three years, I haven't heard you blow it."

"It's broken and there's no sound." Meng Tangan took off the bone whistle, blew it several times, but there was no response, and handed it to him, "Can you fix it?"

Xie Xun was slightly stunned, holding the bone whistle in his palm: "So that's how it is...I'll take a look."

Even without the bone whistle, they met again.

"Go to spring." She hooked Xie Xun's fingertips, "Together!"

"it is good."

Xie Xun looked at her and felt his heart swell, like a rib that had been missing for a long time, returning to his body, and his heart was no longer empty.

Since you can't let go, you will fall to death.

Love one more day.

Earn a day.

"Let's get married." Xie Xun said.

Meng Tangan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong: "...what?"

"Married." Xie Xun chuckled, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "If you don't want to, I'll be your concubine."

The hot water that Meng Tang'an had just drank almost spewed out, and she coughed so hard that the sky was dark!

Xie Xun patted her on the back and put the water glass on the table: "Is it better?"

"Xie Xun." Meng Tangan waved his hand at him, his face flushed from coughing, "Such words are not funny at all."

"What if it's serious?" Xie Xun asked back.

She looked at him: "get married."

"We call it, Jinyu Liangyuan."

God arranged the biggest.

There will also be hardships in a destined marriage.

This time, they want to part and meet again, and they want to be together forever!
The wedding date is set in March of the next year, and they will get married when the cold winter passes.

"Meng Tang'an." Zhang Nuanyan wore a water blue embroidered peony dress today, pinching her slender waist, and the hairpin in her bun is dignified and elegant, like a real lady, "I want to talk to you .”

"Tell me." Meng Tang'an smiled slightly as he was making tea in Zhuyuan, which was cool in summer and warm in winter.

Zhang Nuanyan looked at her dazedly, sat down slowly, and even the tip of her tongue was bitter when she spoke: "The first time I saw Xie Xun, he rode by the long street, and from that glance , I like him."

No one can not love the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse.

Xie Xun is like a dream to Zhang Nuanyan.

She has to stand on tiptoe desperately to touch the world where he is standing!

She has never understood where she lost, why Xie Xun just didn't like it, and now she finds out... So it doesn't make sense to like it.

She is willing to wait for Xie Xun for a year, two years, ten years, or a lifetime.

And Xie Xun spent his whole life waiting for another person.

these three years.

Zhang Nuanyan looked away.

"It's really not good, let's like a few more people." Meng Tang'an said lazily.

"It's different." Zhang Nuanyan shook her head, "I... did a lot of wrong things before, I'm sorry."

"I forgot."

"After much deliberation, I'll give this to you." Zhang Nuanyan placed it in front of her and murmured, "I always feel that you should know at least a little bit in the past three years."

After she finished speaking, she bowed her head and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm going back."

Meng Tang'an looked down at the thick stack of papers. On each piece of paper was her portrait, using a few strokes to outline the beauty of the world, lifelike.

At the top it says-

Search notices!

"My wife fell into the middle reaches of the upper Qingjiang River in Chang'an City on the ninth night of September in Beiyan 130 at [-]:[-] pm. This day is her birthday..."

She walked back and forth in the bamboo garden repeatedly, only the sound of her footsteps echoed in the room, flipping through the papers one after another.

The missing person notice ranged from one month, to two months... to one year, to two years.

Three full years.

The date was revised repeatedly, and the words of missing persons were added again and again. The writing was very detailed.

The last sentence below reads——

"I won't disturb her life, I just want to know if she's doing well, and I'll be satisfied by just looking at her from a distance."

A tear fell on the handwriting without warning, and Meng Tangan was stunned, as if waking up from a dream, he raised his fingertips in disbelief, and touched the wet tears on his face.

she cried……

She actually cried...

How did Xie Xun survive those three years?
Even before she left, the person who would collapse because she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of him, forcibly survived three years alone.

The thick and innumerable missing person notices, from the first day to the thousand and ninety-sixth day, are only a small part of what Zhang Nuanyan secretly put away.

Xie Xun never talked to Meng Tang'an.

Take it lightly.

It's hard to complain about this situation.

The winter in Chang'an is always very cold, heavy snow falls one after another, snowflakes fly outside the window, and all emotions are silenced.

Meng Tangan looked at it for a long time, and when she saw that her vision was blurred and no longer real, she felt a splitting headache, and the memories that had been forgotten in the deepest part came overwhelmingly!
(End of this chapter)