Seven Sui Floating Life

Spring is over and summer flowers are blooming.

The boy's father suffered a serious illness and completely passed away.

That day, Chu Shimo saw the boy's smile so bleak for the first time.

The young man drank day and night, and said to him, Master Chu, I know, I have always known that people are mortal, life is full of ups and downs, but I still can't get out of it, you say, why?

This is the difference and gap between mortals and gods, which can be understood but not understood.

On the first seven days, the young man was dressed in plain drafts, and he lost a lot of weight, but he was still as handsome as ever, and his expression calmed down. From that moment on, he was no longer the young master of the Qu family who could indulge in mountains and rivers, nor the romantic Jiangnan wit.

"Would you like to accompany me to the end of the world with the sword?" Chu Shimo restrained all the jokes and smiles, lowered his head, and looked down at the young man who was sitting quietly, with unprecedented seriousness.

The teenager prefers to wear white. It used to be that kind of white with a little light brown, but now, it is the purest white, a white that will be stained black even with a little stain.

He smiled chicly, didn't care about the expectations in Chu Shimo's words, and looked up at the pair of black pupils, "Chu Shizhi is in all directions, so he doesn't have to be confined to a small four-corner courtyard, and I already have no choice."

Everyone will experience growth, sooner or later, but without exception, it will bring you deep-seated pain and make you transform overnight.

My rivers and lakes dream has long been buried with my father, Master Chu, do you know?

"Gu Nian, did I tell you a secret?"

"what?"

"I like a man, I have liked him for a long time, from the first time I saw him, from the first time I fought with him, from the first time I watched him play chess, from the first time I drank with him , from the first time I gave him a sword dance."

Love and liking, he prefers to choose liking, because only liking Nai's time passes, it is not sharp, it is not violent, it is not paranoid, it does not hurt people, but it is a bone-like palm, finely grinding time, waiting for flowers when open.

"Really?" Qu Gu Nian paused, and said with a teasing smile: "Xiao Momo, I believe that if he walks his own way, he will be very happy."

Chu Shiyan smiled, put down a withered peach blossom, and left. When he left, he covered his lips, coughed, and there was a puddle of blood on it.

Sometimes, it is often not the sword in the hand that can kill someone, but the language that hurts people more than the sword.

Didn't it mean that summer is the warmest season? Why does he feel that this summer is colder than last winter?

About a year later, Chu Shiyan received a red invitation from Qu Gunian, and coughed violently, a tear rolled down the corner of his eye.

He is getting married.

The bride is that Jiangnan woman named Mu Wangyue.

On the day of Qu Gunian's marriage, Chu Shiyan didn't attend formally, he stood timidly in the crowd, watching the man not wearing white clothes for the first time.

The young man was wearing a scarlet wedding gown, with unfamiliar gentle and indifferent features. Over the course of a year, his appearance became more and more elegant and extraordinary. The first time people see him, they think of peach blossoms in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

He watched the man marry his bride, probably, they were the right couple.

That night, he was so drunk that he became a husband and wife with a woman who loved him to the extreme. He didn't care about it at first, but unexpectedly, he had the product of a night of romance.

never mind.

Nothing matters.

From a year ago, Qu Gu Nian's path was already doomed, he lived his life step by step, and married Mu Wangyue step by step.

He has always regarded Mu Wangyue as his younger sister, and even though he is now a wife, it can't change his thinking. Therefore, they have always treated each other with respect, and they seem to be on the same level, but in fact there is no real relationship between husband and wife.

Until ten years later, with the fragrance of peach blossoms blowing in the wind and the silent sadness, Chu Shimo would never open his eyes to see him again.

A night of nightmares, a night of wet pillows.

Just like the absurd story written in the book, that night, he and Mu Wangyue had a child.

"Brother Gu Nian, what do you think the child's name will be when he is born?" Even though she is already a married woman, Mu Wangyue still has a childlike heart.

Qu Gu Nian squatted down, leaned against Mu Wangyue's belly, listened carefully to the young life inside, and suddenly smiled.

That is his child, whether he wants it or not, it is his child, a fresh and lovely life.

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, they're all named Qumo. If it's a boy, it's called Fusheng."

Back then, he was frivolous and frivolous, but now the peach blossoms are blooming again, but the youth is gone.