Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Jiang Zijin noticed something strange, and lowered her head just in time to see the pair of silver bracelets on Xie Jing's wrist.

He has long hands and long legs, and when his arms hang down completely, the bracelet on his wrist also hangs down.

Jiang Zijin inexplicably thought of the decaying man in the dream who was full of tubes. He also wore such a bracelet, but he was too thin, so thin that he probably couldn't even wear the bracelet.

Xie Jing suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zijin said, "Why don't you take off the bracelet."

Xie Jing was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

He subconsciously rubbed the bracelet on his wrist with his right hand.

Jiang Zijin shook his head.

Xie Jing's voice was gentle and low, "Is it because someone gave it to you?"

Jiang Zijin paused.

If the rewards given by the system can also be considered as gifts from others, they are indeed given by 'others'.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Xie Jing understood in his heart, and he said, "Since it was a gift from someone else, I should take it well..."

Xie Jing took off the bracelet from his hand, and there was no trace of dissatisfaction on his face.

"If it was given to someone else."

"The things that are sent out may not necessarily be returned."

Jiang Zijin thought he wouldn't pick it, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

She knew that it would not be good to return the things she gave away, but since that dream, Jiang Zijin subconsciously rejected the similarities between Xie Jing and the man in her dream, including the bracelet.

Jiang Zijin said: "The bracelet was indeed given to me by someone else. In fact, it doesn't matter if you hold it. But after thinking about it for the past few days, it still has a bad influence on you if it is given by someone else, so I will take it back first. go......"

Jiang Zijin promised: "I will give you other things again, and I won't go back."

Xie Jing asked her, "Is it a gift prepared by you yourself?"

Jiang Zijin nodded indiscriminately.

She took the silver ring from Xie Jing's hand, and put it back without looking at it.

Silver jewelry will become dull after a long time, Xie Jing has protected it very well over the years, at least when Jiang Zijin brushed it roughly, the luster of the bracelet did not fade at all.

Xie Jing watched her quickly put the bracelet back, and remained silent.

"I believe you."

Jiang Zijin responded with a guilty conscience.

Xie Jing sat back in the study again. He rolled up his sleeves, looked at his empty wrist, and thought to himself:

After all, it was something sent by 'he'.

How could Jin Jin be willing to wear it for herself again.

Xie Jing thought of the handsome, cold and alienated man in his memory.

They look so alike, but their identities are very different.

Jiang Zijin's treatment of him is already very good.

After all, it was because of him that she was trapped here.

.......

Jiang Zijin racked his brains every day on how to give Xie Jing a gift, according to Xie Jing's current appearance, no matter what she gave Xie Jing would be happy to accept it.

During the few days when she took the bracelet away for safekeeping, although Xie Jing didn't say anything, she could still feel that Xie Jing was a little unhappy.

Just a few minutes before she was distracted, the soap opera at eight o'clock started playing on the TV again on time.

It's about Xianxia, ​​the male protagonist descends to earth and falls in love with an ordinary mortal woman, because the Emperor of Heaven broke up, he can only go down to earth to see his wife when the immortal officials are on shift.

One day in the sky, one year in the world.

He watched his wife grow old, frail, and gray.

Hand in hand, they walked through the hottest time, and made a vow of eternal love in front of the mountain, and the burning love seemed to penetrate each other.

Accompanying time is always short.

The wife looked at the sky day after day, imagining that her husband would come to see her soon.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, her hair is gray and her face is old.

The two were walking on the road, and the priest bought a large basket of flowers for his wife.

The small vendor arranged the freshly picked flowers in the car, and joked: "You mother and son have such a good relationship, you even come to buy flowers together."

Both of them were taken aback.

The peddler looked at the man again, and chattered endlessly:

"Xiao Langjun is so handsome, are these flowers for his wife? She is so lucky..."

The two looked at each other, and the wife looked away first, and didn't say much.

The man took the flower basket and stuffed it to the people around him, saying:

"No, she is my lover."

The vendor's eyes widened in shock.

"You...you..."

The man ignored him, he turned around and took his wife's hand, and strode away.

Since then, the wife has become more and more sensitive.

When more people said that they were like mother and child, she stopped refuting.

She became more and more silent, and the smile on her face was not as unrestrained, confident and free as she was when she was young.

Until the end, he pushed his wife's wheelchair for a walk on the endless pasture.

She could no longer walk, her decrepit body prevented her from getting a full night's sleep, her hair also fell out in large quantities, her old body covered her in dust, and she could no longer see the shadow of her past.

Man looks at his elderly lover and asks, "Do you regret it?"

The wife stretched out her withered hand, pressed it tremblingly on the back of the man's hand, and shook her head lightly.

The priest pushed her and continued to walk forward. The cool autumn wind blew their skirts and hair, white and black intertwined.

The priest can no longer see his beloved lover in this old body.

His time was so short.In the blink of an eye, his wife changed from a young girl in bloom to a familiar yet unfamiliar old lady on crutches.

When his wife was dying, the priest stood by her bed and asked her again.

"Do you regret it?"

The old lady was clutching the bed curtain tightly, her face was painful and tormented, her lips were trembling, her throat was like a dilapidated bellows, only the air was coming in but not coming out.

The priest couldn't bear to see his beloved wife become like this, he walked out of this room that carried many fond memories of them, with tears streaming down his face.

The old lady in the room lowered her hands weakly, tears from the corners of her eyes fell between her pale temples.

"......regret."

.......

Jiang Zijin watched the whole drama in silence.

If time could be turned back, the heroine would not accept him again, and she would spend the rest of her life peacefully with an ordinary person, grow old together, and walk towards the end of life together.

The protagonist in the movie loves passionately when he was young, but the feelings after that are so repressed and painful.

Jiang Zijin actually wanted to stay away from Xie Jingyuan.

At least they can't be allowed to return to the current situation.

She silently counted the time to stay here.

—Only the last sixty days remain.

****

"hurry up!!"

The old housekeeper hurried in from the outside.

Holding the box in his hand, the doctor asked, "How long has it been going on?"

The old housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Probably... about two or three days! The young master only coughed a few days ago, and he has been refusing to go to the hospital."

The doctor paused, said 'ah', and ran faster.

"Get out of the way..."

Jiang Zijin had just taken a nap when he heard noises coming from downstairs. The old butler rushed in from outside with the mighty family doctor behind him.

Although she and Xie Jing are married, but Xie Jing is busy with work, sometimes he can be bored in the study all day, and spend more time with her at night, and their bedrooms are separate, so she always Know slowly.

"what happened?"

Jiang Zijin grabbed the butler's sleeve, "Is Xie Jing uncomfortable?"

The old butler wanted to follow the doctor in, but when he saw Jiang Zijin who was pulling his sleeve, he hesitated to speak, and finally frowned and sighed.

"Yes."

"The young master has been feeling unwell for the past few days, and he refuses to go to the hospital."

"When I was working in the study today, I just passed out."