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

Chapter 294 Extra Story: If You Cry Again, I'll Kiss You
The wind and rain outside the window messed up the pine marks on the window paper, and the figure in my heart couldn't be blown away.

Begonias are in full bloom. I heard that Begonias are also known as Heartbroken Flowers, but the encounters are fruitless. Begonias are still awake at three or four o'clock in the morning.

"I'm here." Xie Xun held her in his arms, kissed her eyes, and comforted her in a low voice, like the comfort of a rainy day, "It's okay, it's okay."

Meng Tang'an clenched his sleeves tightly, looked up at him, her throat was so dry, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

"You can also call me by my name." Xie Xun smiled and said calmly.

He remembered it all.

She bears him for two lifetimes.

"Xie Xun..." Tears welled up, falling silently in a rustling line, what I wanted to say became choked up, and his name was repeated over and over again.

Xie Xun panicked and wanted to wipe the tears off her face, but the tears were hot and wet his hands.

"Don't cry." His voice was hoarse and he was in a hurry, "If you cry again, I will kiss you."

"Could you stop saying such things at this time..." Meng Tangan continued intermittently, with the tip of his nose red, "I was, originally, emotional..."

Xie Xun sighed, pressed his slender fingertips against her heart, and said warmly, "Does it still hurt?"

He didn't expect that she would come to rob the prison that day.

Thousands of arrows pierced her heart, how could she bear it.

"The person who should ask this question should be me." Meng Tang'an looked at his brows and eyes, which were fresh and clear, without falling into the quagmire of the first life, and without the despair of the second life.

It was her Lord Xie Xiaohou.

"You must hate me."

"Yeah," he said, "but I still love you."

Xie Xun hated Meng Tang'an.

But no matter how many reincarnations he has gone through and forgetting again and again, he will always fall in love with her!
Love and hate are intertwined until death.

The so-called obsession in the world is nothing but the weak water and thousand layers of ice in the middle of winter, and the axe and spade cannot be moved.

"Tangtang, we'll be fine in the future." He wrapped his fingers around her, his voice was clear and sweet, "Here's the candy."

The disease is cured slowly, and people take good care of themselves.

Not in a hurry.

In this life, I will never miss it again.

She said, "Okay."

At that time they were standing at the end of their growth, looking back, the road was bumpy and the flowers were already in full bloom.

...

Heaven Prison.

Lin Zhengyuan has not died in the past three years, and has always been detained in a prison cell. The noble son who used to be as gentle as jade is now reduced to a prisoner. It can be said that life is worse than death.

He suddenly woke up from the dream, looked at the damp cell around him, and then thought about everything in the dream.

It was so!
He shouldn't end up like this!

"I want to see Meng Tang'an! I want to see Xie Xun!" Lin Zhengyuan shouted frantically.

The guard got impatient and kicked Lin Zhengyuan's feet: "Hey, I really thought I was the former Mr. Lin, and I didn't look in the mirror to see what I was."

Lin Zhengyuan clutched his stomach in pain: "Meng Tang'an..."

All the changes happened because of Meng Tang'an.

Success is also her, failure is also her.

Ten years ago in the previous life... Lin Zhengyuan didn't know who saved Meng Tang'an, but he knew very well the impact of life-saving grace on a person, and he always regarded himself as a benefactor.

He stole the ten years that originally belonged to Xie Xun!
Two days later.

The sound of footsteps resounded in the prison cell. The white dress was spotless, cold and luxurious.

Lin Zhengyuan saw that stunning face, under the dim light, it was extremely touching.

"Meng Tang'an!" He got up from the ground in embarrassment. He hadn't seen the sun for several years, and he was already dying. "Why did you do this, why did you betray me!"

"I've never been loyal to you, so why would I betray you?" Meng Tangan said lazily, with cold eyes, staring at him.

"Did you help Xie Xun just because you knew it was Xie Xun who saved you?" Lin Zhengyuan gritted his teeth thinking of a possibility, "Don't we count ten years? We used to love each other so much."

"But I acted all the time." She said lightly, "Do you love you? By you?"

Lin Zhengyuan stared at him, looking haggard, unkempt, and laughed miserably for a long while.

he lost...

Thoroughly.

Blaming others?
His love is not pure!
What good can come of exploitative, purposeful love?
Regret was born from the bottom of my heart, gnawing at my heart every minute and every second.

Xie Xun stood waiting for her outside the prison cell, dressed in expensive red, with painted eyebrows, with hills and valleys in his chest, he immediately shook the mountains and rivers, and heard the conversation inside clearly.

When Meng Tangan came out, she threw herself into his arms and muttered, "The smell of blood is so strong."

"Teach you not to come, but to come." Xie Xun pinched the bridge of her nose, "Let's go."

"Always make it clear."

Outside the sky prison is the rising sun.

...

Wuzhuo Temple.

The old man held the gourd of wine in his hand, and poured it into his mouth with his head up, only to find that there was not a single drop left. He shook the gourd vigorously in disbelief, but there was still nothing. He said angrily, "Who poured my wine!"

"Wu Zhuo Temple, prohibit alcohol."

He turned around and snorted, "Senior brother."

"Since we're back at Wuzhuo Temple, it looks like it." Master Konghui put his hands together and shook his head helplessly.

"Those two children are finally together. Am I not happy? I can't even drink a couple of sips of wine." The old monk thought of those two people, sitting cross-legged on the mountain, laughing.

"It's not easy for the third generation to seek a result."

The 27-year-old prophecy was blown away by the wind and vanished into thin air.

everything will be fine.

...

"Xie Xun, words are like faces.

The farewell to Jiangnan was in a hurry, and we didn't have time to talk about it.

In the past period of time, I always think of the first time when I rescued Meng Tang'an.

She suffered a serious illness and forgot the past. Fortunately or unfortunately, she woke up like a child. The brothers and sisters in the monastery took good care of her. She is also adapting to the new life and seems to be living happily.

It's just that in the dead of night, I accidentally discovered the sensitive and fragile side of this child, and wept while holding the bone whistle.

She hid herself very well, and she worked hard like a child who lacked warmth and wanted to find a home.

I'm sorry I didn't hand over Tang'an to you earlier.

She was not allowed to see the missing person notice under the mountain, because her world needs time to heal.Hope to understand!

It is the best motto for you and her that the work will come naturally.

If you are destined, you will meet again one day, maybe a little earlier, maybe a little later, three years apart may not be a bad thing.

You are all slowly growing up and maturing, maybe one day you will meet, you will be separated, and you will find the most suitable way for you in the running-in.

At that time, I thought no matter what the result was, there would be no regrets.

When you receive this letter, you have probably already dreamed of three lives, which is the cause and effect that some people cannot ask for.

The mountains are high and the water is far away, you still have a long way to go, please have fun and spare no effort!

Tang'an planted many peach trees in Jiangnan Mountain, which are now full of peach blossoms and luxuriant branches and leaves.

Ying Ming made a lot of peach blossom wine and buried it under the peach tree, waiting for you and Tang An to come and taste it.

Hope to cherish. "

Xie Xun finished reading the letter for a long time, then smiled lightly, put it in the innermost box, and wrote back with a pen.

He walked out of the study, the courtyard was as thick as wine in the spring, and the old man was drunk with flowers, he asked: "Madam hasn't come back yet?"

(End of this chapter)