I am fickle

Jiang Wenlin's eyes were in a daze, and she held on to my sleeve, "Jiang Shengxian, please tell me if Brother Ke Yuan is still alive."

She begged bitterly, and her delicate makeup was blurred by tears.

Jiang Wenlin has lived a dissolute life since she learned of Jiang Keyuan's death. For a long time, she locked herself in the house without dressing up or talking. Her father had arranged a good marriage for her before he was alive. He was thinking of her. She was married beautifully, but she slapped the groom in the face severely on the wedding day. On the night of the wedding, the groom saw her having sex with another man on the bed with his own eyes.After that day, the groom only left her the word "slut", and since then he has never seen her again.

She still has this temperament of doing whatever she wants, probably because her old love will never be forgotten.As long as a person has a weakness, especially an emotional weakness, then she will be in your hands forever.

"Ask Lin, what's the matter with you?" Jiang Bianmeng touched her forehead worriedly, her body temperature was normal, maybe Jiang Shengxian said something to her.

Jiang Wenlin didn't have time to pay attention to Jiang Bianmeng's concern. At this moment, she was thinking about Jiang Keyuan and had no time to care about other things.Joy and fear intertwined, tears blurred vision.

"I beg you to tell me, let me do whatever I want." 100 years of yearning and 100 years of concealment have completely collapsed at this moment today. The prodigal girl has been waiting for someone who will tell her to turn her back.

I was not moved by her pitiful feelings. Instead, I clicked my tongue mockingly, "Look at your pitiful appearance, you really painted us a long face." I lazily put on my big hat and walked towards the deep snow , Consciously or unintentionally looking at the plum tree, just like a little bit of blood and tears.

There has been no snow in Tushan for more than 100 years. I squatted on the ground and sighed inexplicably.

Jiang Wenlin still couldn't let go of the obsession in her heart, so she followed, choked with sobs: "Please, please let me see Brother Ke Yuan, what you owe you, I can pay back whatever you want?"

"When you saw him, did you want him to see your dirty body?"

Jiang Wenlin closed her eyes and let the tears flow freely, "I am ashamed of him, but I really want to see him."

"It's really brother and sister." I grabbed a handful of snow and slammed it on her delicate face.

She lowered her head weakly, "It's not impossible to fulfill your wish, Jiang Wenlin, do you look good at snowflakes?"

Jiang Wenlin's eyes were blank, and she couldn't help saying: "Since Brother Ke Yuan died, I have never seen such a beautiful snowflake."

Comfortable people certainly regard snowflakes as beautiful scenery, but poor people who are starving and freezing regard snowflakes as a white silk to hang themselves.

"How can you look so good, Jiang Wenlin, don't you want to see your elder brother Ke Yuan? It's ok, you can eat this snowflake for me, and I will be full." I wished I could crush her chin.

Jiang Wenlin squatted on the ground and looked at the vast expanse of whiteness. She picked up a ball of snowflakes and stared at it for a long time before stuffing them into her mouth blankly.I grabbed her long hair, "How does it taste? Jiang Wenlin, I look a little tired after you eat in such small bites."

Her eyes became dull, I grabbed a large handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth hard, Jiang Bianmeng looked at it in the pavilion, although she felt distressed but couldn't take a step closer.Snowflakes numb her tongue and her expression, and a weak voice came: "If you are satisfied, can you let me see him?"

I also used to look at them pitifully like this, and the result of begging hard was endless harm.How can a person who loves me so much suffer so much grievance in vain, how can I easily let you evil spirits go.

"Or you die." I pushed her hard into the snow and walked away expressionlessly.