Sheng Shian

Meng Yang sat alone on the Liuli Terrace for a long time, and he found that he couldn't escape.

If benefactor doesn't believe him, how can he trust him.

The only person he trusted was Yu Shuyuan.

He opened the boat ticket in his hand, which was left by En Gong before he left.

Now all his back roads have been found out, only this one left to be given alms by others.

If you go, you will die, if you don't go, you will die.

It's a done deal, but he's calmed down.

If there is still a ray of friendship between Mr. En and Yu Shuyuan, he and Yu Shuyuan will be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

If Mr. En is unscrupulous, he and Yu Shuyuan will be a pair of resentful couples who go to the underworld together, which is also very good.

He was just surprised that he, Meng Yang, had been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, if he was investigated, he would know that he had died not too long ago for 800 years.

What account book are you looking for?

He felt very angry, but also felt very ridiculous.

Yu Shuyuan always has a way to make him fall into conflicted emotions.

In fact, he didn't believe in Yu Shuyuan either, but he could unconditionally accept whatever Yu Shuyuan did.

Although it will still be sad.

He opened the door and walked out. It was raining heavily outside at some point, and the whole capital city was obscured by misty rain. He stood at the highest place, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

Then there was a thunderstorm, which split the rain curtain, and Meng Yang realized that there were a lot of thunderstorms today, one after another, without stopping.

His glazed platform is so soundproof that it can't penetrate at all.

Meng Yang shook off the oil-paper umbrella and put it on top of his head, when he suddenly let go.

The umbrella was blown away by the wind and rain all the way along the terrace, and finally rolled off the stage and disappeared in the endless rain curtain of the Jinghe River.

Meng Yang has returned to the elegant room.

He squatted next to the knife edge where Yu Shuyuan saved him, looked at the puddle of water on the ground, and sat on the ground weakly. He didn't speak, he didn't cry, and his expression didn't change.

He just frantically went to dig the opening.

The rainwater mixed with the blood on his hands, looking terrifying.

When did Yu Shuyuan fly to block the knife for him.

He remembered it so clearly that he even remembered the fireworks going off three times that day.

Why can he hear fireworks on his glazed platform.

It turned out that even this was fake.

Because of this, he handed over the handle of his benefactor...

No wonder benefactor cut him off.

Meng Yang thought about it, he was wrong, and he couldn't forgive Yu Shuyuan for everything.

Especially not in this case.

Yu Shuyuan couldn't have him in his heart anymore, so he took it back.

It was already very late at night, Yu Shuyuan took off her shoes and socks, and walked towards the bed. She had a premonition that it was time to close the net. All these loves and hates had finally come to an end, but her heart seemed to have fallen into a piece of iron, and it became heavier every day. day.

The door was suddenly knocked open.

She looked out, and what caught her eyes was a drenched man, without a hair crown, dressed plainly and lightly, holding a banana leaf in his hand, very much like Meng Yangmanshan picking wild for her in the past fruit days.

At that time, Meng Yang was still a poor child, the simple and innocent younger brother that she couldn't worry about.

Yu Shuyuan frowned in disgust.

She didn't know whether the muddy smell of alcohol on Meng Yang's body made her feel uncomfortable, or the appearance of this man made her suffer.

Meng Yang said, "Sister."

Yu Shuyuan was stunned.

Meng Yang whispered softly, "Sister, I miss you so much."

Then he ran over without a clue, put his arms around her waist and began to cry.

Meng Yang has never called her sister since he snatched the marriage, perhaps because he was afraid that Yu Shuyuan would always treat him as his younger brother and child.

Yu Shuyuan's silence gave Meng Yang a reason to be unscrupulous.

He cried even harder, more grief-stricken than ever before, but when his face was covered with nothing, it looked really small, and there was no sense of disobedience, which made people feel soft and heartbroken.

Distressed.

This caused Yu Shuyuan's numb mind to climb out of unprecedented hatred.

She moved her eyes down and landed on Meng Yang's face with a few lines of tears, innocent and innocent, looking like a pitiful victim.

Her emotions exploded all of a sudden, she pushed Meng Yang away, and almost screamed: "Get out! Get out!"

That was her worst nightmare.

Like the man-of-war jellyfish in the spring sea, transparent, white, weak and boneless, it looks harmless, but it is deadly toxin when touched.

Meng Yang repeated his old tricks and hugged him back. He really drank too much, and he thought that by acting like a baby and showing weakness, he would be able to return to the beginning.

Helplessly and disappointed, he asked, "Did my sister not want me?"

"My parents don't want me, my benefactor doesn't want me, even my sister doesn't want me?"

He is like a child who can't get candy, every cry is pain in the heart and lungs.

Yu Shuyuan covered his ears and didn't listen to him. Peerless Wushuang's face collapsed into a string that could break at any time.

Meng Yang suddenly felt bored.

He is the person who knows Yu Shuyuan best, how to hurt this person, and whether Yu Shuyuan is sincere or not.

He recalled that day after Yu Shuyuan rescued him, his out-of-control appearance as now, and the five fingers clutching his chest with all his strength.

What did Yu Shuyuan say at that time, "You can only die by my hands."

How did he return?

"Okay, it's up to you."

Meng Yang had been holding on to the banana leaf that hadn't let go and fell to the ground.

Yu Shuyuan was forced to retreat steadily by his obsession, half of his jade feet stepped on a banana leaf with full mesophyll, the branches separated and the juice flowed.

It also soaked Yu Shuyuan's fair feet.

Meng Yang suddenly realized that the person who ordered him to hold on to the banana leaf to prevent her wound from getting infected and wasting her medicinal materials would never come back.

As high as tomorrow and the moon, loved ones and couples.

He got it, but lost it forever.

He remembered what Liu Changze said to him on the glazed stage, "Yes, but not."

He seemed to understand something, his eyes regained the shrewdness of the past, then he kissed Yu Shuyuan's lips, and said in a tender and intimate tone, "I'm sorry."

"I won't be like this in the future."

He said sorry again, saying that he has hurt you for a long time.

Then he took out a letter of divorce from his bosom, he couldn't cry or laugh this time, he could only bite Yu Shuyuan's lips unwillingly: "You want this the most, don't you?"

"I give you."

The moment Yu Shuyuan saw the letter of divorce, her head went blank. She didn't feel relieved, but her heart was empty. She couldn't help shaking when she was empty. The old wound on her hand seemed to come alive and was cut off neatly.

Meng Yang grabbed her hand covering her ears, slowly pulled it down, and said solemnly, "Put it away."

"Yu Shuyuan, after tonight, we are no longer husband and wife."

"You and I have nothing to do with each other."

All the rain on Meng Yang's body fell on Yu Shuyuan's body, and her white inner lining was soaked and transparent.

Meng Yang feels that he has never been normal before, and it is a bit difficult to be normal again today.He put his hands on Yu Shuyuan's waist, and then pressed him into the bed. He was very wet, but he wished that he would get even more wet, so as to stain her quilt, clothes, and her.

"Are you happy?" Meng Yang covered her lips, obviously not wanting to hear her answer.

Are you happy to leave me?

Feel relieved?

Meng Yang bit her smooth neck, with pain, bitterness, hatred, and unrequited love in his eyes.

Yu Shuyuan's eyelashes were wet from crying.

Meng Yang thought, Yu Shuyuan's crying sounded much better.

Too bad it's not his anymore.

This kind of thinking made him lose his mind again. He dragged Yu Shuyuan out of the bed and put it on the porcelain vase that she had painted by herself before. treasures.

Yu Shuyuan struggled frantically. It was porcelain made by Xu Qingjun himself. She shouted at the top of her lungs, but Meng Yang silenced her again.

The night was so long and chaotic, the skin on the porcelain was getting hotter and hotter, the rain and tears stained became wet and sticky, and then the porcelain bottle was knocked down and shattered on the ground.

Like a broken dream.

Meng Yang is really outrageously bad.

Maybe it feels like I've been broken too.He left one mark after another on Yu Shuyuan's body. Although he left within a few days, he was very wronged, and he was reluctant to really hurt her.

So he was wicked, and at the moment when Yu Shuyuan collapsed the most, he called out, "Sister."

He said again, "Sister, I love you."

Then he tore up the divorce letter and sprinkled it on her body.

Yu Shuyuan was so angry that he fainted.

Meng Yang stayed up all night, looked at her for a long time, and then polished new ink.

As he wrote, he thought, Yu Shuyuan was so good when he fell asleep, he didn't even know what he did.

Meng Yang left a note beside her bed, cleaned up the mess in the house by himself, and then went to the punishment department with two jugs of good wine.

His connections are indeed very wide, or in other words, there are really many handles, and wherever he goes and goes, it seems like no one's land.

Shen, who was sitting quietly in the prison, heard footsteps, the voice was not very familiar, Shen couldn't figure out who it was, he looked up, and was stunned.

He never expected to see Meng Yang in prison.

Never thought about it.

Meng Yang said with a smile: "The last time I saw Brother Shen was still majestic, but today he is a prisoner, so it is true to say that the world is impermanent."

"You today..." Shen Shi stood up, while Meng Yang was still waiting for the jailer to unlock it.

"Why, are you imposing?"

The Meng Yang in front of him is no longer a dummy made of silk and jewelry in the past, but a little well-behaved. It is strange to use this word on a man, but he is indeed like this. His hair is hanging limply, and two strands are pulled around his ears The bundle formed a small round ball on the back of the head, which was also drooping, and the eyebrows were not deliberately drawn as the sword eyebrows of the past, but curved a bit like Cui Emei.

He was dressed very plainly, but he carried two jugs of wine in his hands, and if he carried a book on his back, he would be a—yes, a little book boy.

Meng Yang opened the door and came in. The jailer even brought two small chairs and a wooden table for him, but he still lost a heavy purse.

He sat down, and Shen followed hesitantly, thinking about his reason for coming.

He pushed the jug to Shen Shi's side, Shen Shi glanced at him, but didn't raise his hand.

With a difficult expression, he picked up a jug and touched the sinking wine, raised his head and took a sip and said: "Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Brother Shen, don't you dare?"

One thing to say, Shen said: "Don't dare."

Meng Yang laughed loudly, took his wine, and took a sip directly from the mouth of the bottle, "Drink it, it's not poisonous."

Shen Shi took it slowly, and wiped the sizzling bottle mouth twice with his sleeve.

"What are you looking for me for?" Shen Shi asked.

Meng Yang said, "Repay your kindness."

Shen Shi looked at him blankly, "Are you sick?"

Meng Yang would not come to him for no reason, presumably the false letter he sent before had some clues, and Yu Shuyuan probably also cut off Meng Yang's way out.

This is not to ask him for his life, but to repay his favor.

Shen Shi smirked twice.

Meng Yang took another sip of wine, "In the past, my lord helped me find my wife and took good care of me. I said that I would repay my kindness."

"It's a pity that no one believes what I say."

For example, he will not betray his benefactor.

For example, after tonight they are no longer husband and wife.

It may be that his usual style is too despicable, and he has brought about the evil consequences of himself.

Meng Yang took out a letter of divorce from his sleeve, "This trip is dead, and I will inevitably involve the Nine Clans in the future. After Brother Shen comes out, please hand it over to Shuyuan for me."

Shen Shi took the letter suspiciously, and then saw Meng Yang pointing to his hip flask, Shen Shi took a sip knowingly.

"Drinking is always for entertainment. Today I will learn how to make old friends with sour poets. It's good."

Shen did not suspect that the letter of divorce was fake.

Meng Yang would not harm Yu Shuyuan if he harmed anyone.

"Are you willing?" Shen Shi shook the envelope.

"Brother Shen pushed me into this situation. Is it important that I don't want to part with it? It's better to be a favor." Meng Yang's eyes turned red.

Although it was the expected result, but it came too easily, Shen was a little uneasy.

He suddenly realized that the biggest difference today was, "You didn't use Yuanmeng Pillow?"

Meng Yang laughed loudly, and drank four or five sips of wine, "Why do you still use it when you wake up from the dream?"

He looked up at the divorce letter in Shen's hand, shed two lines of tears, but still smiled and said indifferently, "It's not that the divorce letter has been written..."

Meng Yang clenched his hands tighter and tighter, and suddenly approached Shen Shi. His hand was already reaching for the divorce letter, but when he was about to touch it, he turned around and hit Shen Shi's wine with the flagon.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Come on, keep drinking."

Shen was a little confused, but he was also infected by the strong atmosphere of sadness. He weighed the wine in his hand and took a sip slowly.

Meng Yang shouldn't be poisoning now.

And the letter of divorce was held by Shen Shixu's fingertips...

Meng Yang gritted his teeth and couldn't help but said, "Master Shen, do you think I'm dead? When I get desperate and tear up the divorce papers, you won't have a place to cry."

Shen Shi hurriedly hid the divorce letter like a frightened little rabbit.

Be good, it's hard to say anything else, Meng Yang must be capable of this matter.

Although the divorce letter was written by Meng Yang himself, he would not go back on his word, but it is difficult to say when he would tear it up and make another copy.

Shen Shi stiffly stretched out the jug to touch his mouth and said, "Drink, drink..."