Qinglian Snow Heavy

He regretted it, and Tong Yi felt that he couldn't afford to use a country to bury him for what he did back then.

Tong Jingyu stood up as she said, and watched her father look at Qinglian with mixed feelings. The emotions in his eyes were so turbulent and complicated that it was hard to fathom.Tong Jingyu thought that his father was holding back his anger towards Qinglian, so he hurriedly said goodbye and pulled Qinglian away, leaving here first.

Unexpectedly, when Tong Jingyu put his arms around Qinglian's shoulders, he realized that Qinglian's whole body was already stiff, and her gaze didn't have any focus.Tong Jingyu was shocked, and she shook it lightly. The green lotus was falling like a fallen autumn leaf, leaning on Tong Jingyu's body and about to slip.Tong Jingyu hurriedly supported her, felt Qinglian's unique gentle body temperature, and felt that there was no longer any delay, so she picked up Qinglian and carried it on her shoulders and hurried down the tower, while one of Tong Yi's eye-eyed guards stopped Ye Dingcheng and others who were about to follow.

Holding the man tightly in his arms with one hand, Tong Jingyu held the steed with one hand, galloped back to Tong's mansion, and returned to Qingyun Pavilion with Qinglian in his arms.Helping Qinglian change out of her drenched clothes, Tong Jingyu looked at the deep and shallow marks on Qinglian's body that were hard to disappear.The scars on the front and back of the left shoulder became more and more terrifying, and Tong Jingyu's heart tightened more and more, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe, even though he cherished everything, he couldn't protect Qinglian even a single bit.

Tong Jingyu was cold and empty, and Tong Jingyu wanted to stay and take care of Qinglian, but the severe court affairs forced him to do nothing, so he helped Qinglian tuck the quilt. Tong Jingyu took a last look and had no choice but to leave. Looking at herself, Qinglian finally returned home safely.

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As soon as Tong Jingyu left, Qinglian opened her eyes. From the beginning to the end, Qinglian never lost her mind, as if Tong Yi's two slaps woke up Qinglian's chaotic thoughts, but she was squeezed out by the weight of fate. The strength makes people unable to move.Even though she felt ashamed, Qinglian still had to admit that she wanted to come back to this home, and she couldn't bear to part with her father and brother Yu. In this familiar place, her heart was inexplicably stable.

But so what?I can't go back to the past, because my grandfather died, and I actually have nothing to do with the Tong family now.But where can I go now if I don't stay here?After the incident with the city tower, Qinglian has given up the idea of ​​leaving again, and she doesn't want to see this land overturned.Although it is ruthless here, at least there are father and elder brother, not to mention the great kindness of nurturing, once he leaves, what will be repaid, Qinglian deeply feels guilty for leaving desperately.

Qinglian propped herself up, and found that the "Annotations to the Lost Texts of Ancient Music Book" annotated by her parents beside her pillow was lying quietly as usual, with the last silver ribbon clipped to the previous page.Qingyun Pavilion is as usual, the handwriting of "Disciple Regulations" on the bed screen looks childish now, but it reminds me of the simple and carefree life in Tongfu.Qinglian lightly plucked the Suqin hanging on the wall, and the astringent echo echoed in the empty room, vibrating the heartstrings.

Looking around, the furnishings in the house have not changed at all, even the rattan whips on the shelves still gleamed with swarthy black light, looking at Qinglian, he was deeply moved and his eyes were sore.Qinglian took the tea set on the table and got a glass of water. Although the tea was fresh, it was already cold. Qinglian was eager to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart, and took a sip of herbal tea.

Unexpectedly, she drank too fast, coughed up, blood spattered lightly, Qinglian seemed to crush her heart and lungs together and coughed it out of her body, but it was a pity that he couldn't do it yet, and God didn't allow Qinglian to have the opportunity to do so.It's like the last woven silver ribbon beside the pillow, like the last wisp of thoughts left by Qinglian under the oppression and torture of cruel life, and the others are like those who were left in the deep palace. The sash in it will never be found again.

Qinglian wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, stood up with support from the edge of the table, stumbled and flung the curtain out.The sky was gray and the rain was foggy. Maybe it was the emperor of a country who bowed down to pray to the sky with sincerity that moved the world, or maybe it was Qinglian who finally decided to stay on this land to comfort the anger of the gods.Was it really his own decision, or Yan Lan's wish?At this time, Qinglian could not tell the difference clearly, and she didn't dare to think about the problem that made him have a headache, so she could only ignore it.

As if coming back in the morning, the whole Tongfu is desolate and silent, and now there is no sound of rain and falling leaves.Lian walks through the corridor and strolls through the courtyard, looking bleak and desolate, revealing despair in the desolation.A garden that has been carefully cared for all the year round will be abandoned to its current appearance, Qinglian sighed, it turns out that she is not the only one like this.

Within a day, Qinglian returned to Tong's Mansion again, her whole body seemed to be exhausted after a thousand calamities, her heart was torn into pieces and divided up by others

I have gone, but I don't have a single point for myself.Today's Qinglian can neither love nor dare to hate, staying here is like a puppet tied by fate, and everything is not according to her will.But it would be great if it was really just a puppet, and Qinglian also lost the Lingchi-like pain in her heart at the moment.

What my father said is right, how should I repay the kindness of my parents, if I can use this body to make up for it, Qinglian would not hesitate to cut bones and flesh, but now there is only this useless body left.Before she knew it, Qinglian still walked to the gate of the lotus garden. This time Qinglian pushed the door open without hesitation, because she was really tired and couldn't feel the warmth of any relatives on this empty journey.Qinglian didn't dare to go to Xuanyingju, because she was deeply ashamed, so at this moment, Qinglian missed her mother very much, the kind of family affection that she could rely on wholeheartedly.

Pushing open the gate of the garden, the scene in front of me made Qinglian stand in a daze for a while, and the garden was full of yellow flowers, but she couldn't feel any bleak autumn atmosphere. The lotus pond was full of rotting corpses of willow leaves. Even if you die, you don't want to just dissipate into dust, even if you destroy all the pride you had in life.

A pool of secluded green, still water flowing deep, as silent as those who died in their arms, it is obviously a bleak scene, but the Buddha lotus in the pool is in full bloom at this time, taking away all the essence of vegetation in the lotus garden.The crouching lotus in full bloom was faintly blue and white, Qinglian rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and subconsciously stepped forward to see what happened.When I saw clearly that the Qinglian Buddha flowers in the pond were in full bloom, the breathtaking and holy beauty hurt Qinglian deeply.

Qinglian suddenly covered her eyes with her hands, as if she would bear incomparable pain every time she glanced at it. The Qinglian Buddha flower reminds Qinglian of her inescapable fate.

Qinglian didn't want to look at it, the Qinglian Buddha flower was like a fire tongs burned on the wound in the bottom of her heart, the pain made Qinglian wonder why she couldn't help herself in everything since she grew up?Even life does not belong to oneself, is this still life?The sufferings and deceptions she suffered, Qinglian asked herself that she had never harmed anyone, so why should she bear these crimes?There is nothing wrong with loving someone, the mistake is falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved!Qinglian is not complaining about herself, it's just that under the long-term unfair treatment, her sincerity is about to be wiped out, and she becomes powder and scattered in the wind.

Qinglian slowly put down her hand, looking straight at the pond full of Qinglian Buddha flowers, unwilling to reconcile, her heart filled with unwilling despair and powerlessness, Qinglian quickly ran to the edge of the pond, bent down to pick up the broken stones on the ground The lotus in the middle of the lake was smashed away.When a stone falls into the water, the ripples are fleeting, because there are too many corpses buried with fate around it, it seems that the stone has never appeared, the green lotus Buddha flower is still lying quietly, and what the green lotus does can't damage the quiet, soft and tough beauty .

Qinglian vented her emotions, but she had no choice but to calm down gradually. Qinglian felt as if she was the pebble thrown into the pond, unable to shake the decision of fate at all.But even if she can't help herself, so what, Qinglian secretly decided at this time that she must live once in her life to be worthwhile, even if she already has a life that is not entirely her own.

Decided in her heart, Qinglian stepped briskly, stroking away the light ash on the carved door of Lianyue Tower, but Qinglian didn't go in.This is enough, Qinglian knows that what she will see when she takes a step closer is a broken dream. After all, her mother is gone. Even if she loses her dependence, she must live on, for the day when she will meet again.

Qinglian reached out and rubbed her eyes, carefully untied the last ribbon around her wrist, raised her head against the autumn wind, and tied her long hair behind her ears.These are all made by her mother and taught by her grandfather, Qinglian firmly remembers them in her heart.Even if there is only one sash left, and there is only one chance that belongs to her, Qinglian is not willing to give up again. Perhaps one day even these will become a luxury of life or a charity of fate.Even in the darker and gloomy sky, the divine jade crown is shining brightly, showing the extraordinary destiny of the host.

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Qinglian hesitated, and silently exited the lotus garden, and never looked at the green lotus in the pond again. Although she had silently accepted it, subconsciously, Qinglian still resisted the fate imposed on her.Qinglian had an inexplicable hatred for that Buddha lotus, but Mei shattered her former dream.Qinglian has always remembered what her mother said to herself, longing for the day when she can go to the place where her father was born to see the prosperity of Qinglian everywhere, but now she doesn't have to wait any longer.

In Qinglian's eyes, the pond full of Buddha lotus in front of her was like an ugly abscess exposed to the world, reminding herself of how absurd and sinful this life was.Qinglian left the lotus garden as if escaping, and stood in the courtyard, looking bleak, Qinglian didn't know where to go for a while, and walked to Xuanying Hall after hesitating for a while.

The rain is atomized, as if the sky has shed all tears, leaving only wet tears, and the desolate world is hazy in the tear eyes, looking sideways sadly.The sky was getting dark, Qinglian couldn't tell the time,