Da Deyun

Too many things have happened this year, and they have surpassed the strength they could bear as teenagers.

Sometimes it's not impossible, but it's just dressing up the wound while bleeding.

Unexpectedly, one side got better and the other side got hurt.

It is not a manly thing to love a child, but the seven emotions and six desires are sharp knives that hurt others, and a man is not in a hurry to avoid them.

Qin Xiaoxian has never been a sentimental person, and he has never been troubled by love.He is good with everyone, joking everywhere, always doing whatever he wants, frank and free and easy.

He is the most like a young man among the young masters, he is not troubled by love, and he is not disturbed by the world.

But how can a person who doesn't care about everything always lower his eyes and talk quietly, with deep eyes.

Some people's freedom is just a kind of defense that they don't want to be hurt.

There are too many people trapped in love between them, almost giving their lives to love and pain.Go against destiny.

Qin Xiaoxian doesn't want to be such a person. He can live alone, but he doesn't want to touch a poison called "love".

Like a poppy, it gave me a little happiness, but it tortured me for half my life.

Don't touch, don't understand, don't understand, don't want, don't hurt.

It's just that how can something as ethereal and elusive as God's will follow people's wishes.

When I saw Yuxi for the first time, he was chatting with his fellow apprentices that this new little girl liked the hall master.

Master said she was Xiaolongnv, and she said she was Deyun girl.

She can sing, play the piano, and draw pictures.

soon. .He didn't like Brother Meng anymore, he didn't like hearing her mention Brother Meng, and he didn't like people talking about her and Brother Meng.

Later, he figured it out, maybe he just didn't like her liking someone else.

He likes to tease her, playing the piano with her under the tung tree, and watching the petals of tung flowers fall on her hair, shoulders, and dress.

He likes to take her out on a trip, watching the breeze blow through her broken hair and scatter in her face and eyes.

Later, he figured it out, maybe he just wanted to be with her.

Girls are too squeamish to ride horses and shoot arrows, or sing songs about wine; things like feelings are too troublesome.

She is the most delicate.

He likes trouble.

On the day when Mrs. Guo's young lady was pregnant, she was very anxious and wanted to go and have a look.

She took his hand and called, "Senior brother."

There is another word behind it. .He couldn't remember what it meant to take her to the Guo Mansion.

I just remember that day, she was wearing a fragrant concubine-colored dress and jade earrings with clear flowers, the blue silk was like a waterfall, and the jade hairpin was so elegant and beautiful.

The palm was warm, and her fingertips were a little cold.

The thoughts in his heart were a little unkind, but he was really grateful for the young lady's discomfort.

Her hand was so small, it was in his palm.

At that time, he thought, it would be great if it could always be like this.

Later, when there was an epidemic in Shengjing, she was the first to be infected.Yang Jiu almost fell ill together, and Brother Zhui'er was so angry that he wanted to slaughter those sick people.

He was silent.

Yufu set up a tent to give out porridge, but her kindness did not bring her luck.But he didn't see her for five whole days, so he entered Wanxi Hospital disguised as a doctor.

She lay there, skinny and pale as paper.No one was with her, and she was lying alone under the shadow of the moon.Her voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak, and her eyes, which had a gentle smile in the past, were no longer visible. When she raised her hand, it was full of bones.

He also wanted to slaughter those people.

He hadn't cried for many years, and when he held her in his arms that night, the tears broke and he couldn't stop streaming, trembling.

It really didn't hurt when he tried the medicine.

It didn't hurt to see her that night.

It hurts not being pushed away by her.

It hurts when I didn't hear her say that she likes Brother Meng.

It doesn't matter if it hurts. When he held her in his arms and kissed her, he knew that all the loneliness and alcohol in the past 20 years were just waiting for her.

After that, the bright moon shines at the clear night, and the building is filled with the fragrance of tung blossoms.

"Beauty is like a picture engraved on the bones. A frown and a smile move my heart. This feeling cannot be recalled. Would the girl wish to grow old together?"

It was cold late at night.

Holding the wedding robe in his hand, he couldn't put it down and rubbed the embroidery patterns on it over and over again, murmuring in a low voice.

"Girl may wish to grow old..."

It was like going back to that day, when the room was full of tung flowers, the two of them interlocked their fingers, their eyes dim with tears.

But now. .The tung flower has fallen, and without her by her side, Nong Yeyue is as cold as frost.

"Brother Xuan~"

As soon as he looked up, she was standing in front of him.

The pears are full of vortexes.

"Does it look good?" She was wearing a green smoked veil dress, smart and beautiful: "This is the wedding dress I made for you with my own hands."

"It's not good-looking!" He put down his wedding robe, stood up and walked towards her, and became fierce to her: "You change it for me, do it again for me!"

She cried and took a few steps back. .Aggrieved: "I ignore you!"

He wanted to hug her, but he missed and fell to the ground.

"Yuxi!"

Her figure started to blur again, she didn't feel wronged anymore, she just stood there and smiled at him: "Brother Xuan, you have to be good, don't allow yourself to be alone."

"Not good..." His eyes were red, weeping uncontrollably, unable to speak: "You are gone, I can only be alone..."

"Brother Xuan, miss me."

She smiled and disappeared into the moonlight.

"don't want--"

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I will pick tung flowers for you.

I will carve a hosta for you.

I will sing to you.

We are married, and I will never leave again.

Don't ignore me, okay? ~.