Who's daughter show

A few lamps swayed lonely in the wind in the snowy night, the snow fell rustlingly, and the night in the capital was as calm as ever.

After Yun Zhou came back from the General's Mansion, he only rested for two hours, then got up and called Mo Er to pack Sang Niang.Sang Niang has no relatives, and she doesn't know where she can go if she leaves here?

Now that the luggage is neatly placed in the house, Mua will personally see her off tomorrow morning.

Sang Niang was aggrieved with tears in her eyes, she really didn't know what she did wrong?

"Zhou...cousin..." Sang Niang couldn't help calling Yun Zhou who was helping her check out her luggage, "Do I have to go?"

"Yeah." Yun Zhou's body was still very weak, she coughed twice to make sure nothing fell down, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Mo'er, "Sister Mo'er, thank you."

Mo'er said coldly: "If your lord has nothing to say, I will back down."

"Thank you." Yun Zhou knew that both Mo'er and Nanny Yang were annoyed by her, and that Yanyan was so close to Chu Fu just after she passed away.As long as they feel better, she will let them complain and find someone to vent their dissatisfaction, that's fine.

Mo'er didn't want to stay any longer.

Yun Zhou walked to the door and closed the door.

Seeing Yun Zhou's actions, the maids in the court stared wide-eyed. This lord is really ruthless. Once Mrs. Xie Shao left, my cousin would not let her go.

I'm afraid I want to change to a place where the golden house can hide her beauty, so I thought of sending her away so soon.

Yun Zhou was lazy to care about the nonsense outside, she walked in front of Sang Niang, supported Sang Niang's shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Sang Niang, you shouldn't be involved in it, it's a good thing to be able to leave the capital, so Don't cry, I will see you when the matter is over."

"But heaven and earth are big, where do you want me to go?" Sang Niang finally cried out, she held Yunzhou's arms tightly, "Where can I go?"

Yun Zhou sighed: "I told Brother Niu, he will take you to buy a manor in a town a hundred miles away from the capital, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing." As he said, Yun Zhou took out a wooden box from his sleeve. The box was handed to Sang Niang, "Over the years, I remember that you treated me well, so this gift should be regarded as my wedding gift to you, please keep it carefully."

Sang Niang was disturbed, "Sister Zhou, what do you want to do? Don't...don't seek short-sightedness!"

Yun Zhou pursed his lips tiredly, but still couldn't smile, "I won't die, don't worry."

Sang Niang still felt that something was wrong, she looked at Yun Zhou's familiar but unfamiliar face and shook her head, "But what is going to happen? You sent me away in such a hurry, how can I leave at ease?"

"If you want my life to be more peaceful, Sang Niang, let's go." Yun Zhou's tone was very humble, almost begging, "I beg you."

"Sister Zhou..." Sang Niang looked at her in confusion, "Are you worried that if I keep it, it will ruin your business?"

"That's all for now. Tomorrow morning, you have to go." There are some reasons why Yunzhou can't say it, even if you say Sang Niang, you don't necessarily understand it.She and she are no longer the fisher girls who could go fishing for pearls together. Everyone's path is different. Since they are destined to go on different paths, why force them to stay?

Seeing her turn around, Sang Niang grabbed Yun Zhou's sleeve nervously and begged, "Sister Zhou, I don't want to live alone, I'm afraid..."

"I'll go see you." Yun Zhou forced himself to laugh, although the corners of his mouth were curved, his face was still full of sadness, "Just trust me once, okay?"

"not good……"

"Get some rest early."

Yun Zhou finally pulled out his sleeves fiercely, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

The heavy snow fell, and the cloud boat gradually drifted away. Between her and Sang Niang, there was only a series of footprints on the snow, which would eventually be covered by snowflakes and disappear without a trace.

Our childhood playmates will part ways one day.

Sangniang had to admit that neither she nor she was a child anymore.

Yun Zhou returned to Chu Fu's small courtyard, and she walked into the room, unaware that a thick layer of snow had fallen on her shoulders.

Chu Fu glanced at Yun Zhou worryingly, she took off the cloak from the hanger, walked to Yun Zhou's side, patted the snowflakes off Yun Zhou's shoulders one by one, and covered Yun Zhou with the cloak.

"I'm still sick, and I still wear so little when it's snowing, because I think I'm bored in the mansion, and I'll treat you as a patient every day?"

"With you here, I can't die." Yun Zhou replied lightly.

Chu Fu's expression froze, she sighed softly, and raised her hand to brush the snowflakes off Yun Zhou's hair, "There are patients who cannot be cured by doctors, don't think that I am too omnipotent."

Yun Zhou suddenly raised his hand to grab hers, and Chu Fu's hand was very warm.

Chu Fu looked at her in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

Yun Zhou murmured, "Is there anything Fu'er has always wanted to do, but never made it?"

Chu Fu thought about it carefully, she wanted to do too much in this life, and there were too many things she hadn't accomplished, so which one should I start with?

Yun Zhou led her to sit by the couch, pulled the warm blanket over and covered Chu Fu's knees, "Think slowly, I'll listen."

Chu Fu was a little dazed, she worriedly felt Yun Zhou's pulse, and carefully looked at Yun Zhou's complexion, for fear that she was suffering from hysteria.

This disease is the most difficult to cure, because heart medicine is more difficult to find than any other medicine in the world.

Yun Zhou clasped Chu Fu's with both hands, and said slowly, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Chu Fu checked her pulse, looked at her complexion, and knew that she was fine, but this was the most "scary" thing.

"I... just a superfluous person..." Chu Fu directly reminded, "If you treat me like this, you don't necessarily want what I pay you back, so..."

Yun Zhou said quietly: "Fu'er is not redundant, and I am not redundant either. They are all pawns that they have calculated well, and even if one is missing, it will not do."

"Hush..." Chu Fu hurriedly made a gesture to tell her not to say these things, "The door is not closed yet."

Yun Zhou shook his head wearily, and said in a deep voice: "I'm feeling depressed and want to talk to someone. If Fu'er doesn't want to listen, then I won't talk."

"It's not that I don't want to hear it, I just..."

Before Chu Fu finished speaking, Ah He closed the door.

Chu Fu swallowed those unfinished words, "Husband can speak with peace of mind." While speaking, she inadvertently held Yun Zhou's hand, "I will listen."

Yun Zhou's heart was slightly sour, his eye circles were slightly hot, and there were faint tears, "Sang Niang will leave tomorrow..."

Chu Fu nodded, "Yes."

Yun Zhou choked up a little, "She is my best friend, and the only... real person in the small fishing village... I know I treated her badly today, and she will definitely annoy me, but I don't want her to be dragged down by me one day, It's like smoke..." Her voice stopped suddenly.

During those days at Hai Long Ji, Yun Zhou thought about it carefully, if it wasn't for protecting her, how could Yan Yan have offended Xiao Xiaoman?

After knowing who he is, Yunzhou feels that he is the root of all tragedies.

If he could die of a serious illness in the small fishing village, there would be no tragedy for these people behind.

"Husband." Chu Fu's face was solemn, and his right hand stroked Yun Zhou's cheek, "People should seek life, not death. I hope you will always remember this sentence."

Yun Zhou stared blankly at Chu Fu's face, with complicated emotions, she owed more and more to this woman in front of her.

How to return it?How to pay for it?

"Fur..."

"I'm also your wife. There are some things that I really don't need to thank."

Chu Fu knew clearly that a "thank you" was not what she wanted.

Yun Zhou sighed dumbly and lowered his head.

Chu Fu held Yun Zhou's face in both hands, and she lightly pursed her lips, "Didn't you ask me what I wanted to do, but I never did it?"

Yun Zhou nodded.

Chu Fu suddenly stood up, led Yun Zhou to the desk, "I remember, you once said that you wanted to draw a picture for me."

Yun Zhou stood on the ground, hesitantly glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, "I'm afraid I can't draw anything right now."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Chu Fu lowered his head and scooped up a spoonful of water into the inkstone, she picked up the ink stick and began to grind it, "The world is impermanent, the past cannot be chased, if the living cannot die, then live well. After a slight pause, Chu Fu stared at her without blinking, "Although winter is cold, there will be spring when the snow will melt."

Yun Zhou didn't understand that there was another meaning in Chu Fu's words, she lowered her head and picked up the pen, since she said it, she couldn't just keep her word.

She didn't have much to give Chu Fu, if she couldn't even do this, it would be too cold-blooded and heartless.

With this in mind, Yun Zhou stretched out the rice paper with one hand, dipped the pen in the other hand, looked up at Chu Fu for a few times, and the tip of the pen walked away on the rice paper.

The corners of Chu Fu's mouth curled up slightly, watching Yun Zhou draw himself out stroke by stroke.

This step is the most difficult at the beginning, as long as you are willing to step out, life will definitely get better day by day.

She thought to herself that it was not the best medicine to cure Yun Zhou, but she was willing to do whatever it took to warm Yun Zhou up bit by bit.

"Squeak-"

The snow wind suddenly blew open the small window, and the cold wind blew out the candle in an instant.

The room was full of darkness, and no one saw a red shadow over the courtyard wall, only a few footprints remained, which were quickly covered up by the wind and snow.

Chu Fu walked to the window and closed the small window again.

On Yunzhou's side, the candles were lit again, and the brushes were drawn again.

Halfway through the painting, Yun Zhou looked up at Chu Fu thoughtfully, "Do you think I look more like a father, or more like a mother?"

Chu Fu didn't know.

Yunzhou sighed deeply, and said to himself: "If I don't look like anyone, she won't be able to recognize me at a glance, will she?"

"Is there any mother in the world who can't recognize her own child?" Chu Fu thought she was talking nonsense, so he comforted her gently.She didn't know whether Sun Yuniang was dead or alive, but no matter whether they met again in the world or in the underworld, Chu Fu believed that Sun Yuniang would definitely recognize Yun Zhou.

"Maybe." Yun Zhou lowered his head again, his eyes were unprecedentedly gloomy, and he said in his heart: "Yanyan, those people dare to touch you, I will let them pay for your life one by one. When I sit in that position, settle down Without them, no one can stop me from coming to you, just wait for me, okay?"

His vision gradually became moist. Although the woman on the drawing paper had Chu Fu's figure, her eyebrows and eyes were still Xie Nanyan's.

Yun Zhou knew that she would never recover from this illness.

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