Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

The girl really couldn't explain clearly, and she didn't know what she was talking nonsense.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. It looks like you are not in a good mood. It's still raining outside. Forget it, I won't ask you to go shopping. But Nian Xing, you should know that time is the best time." Confirm feelings

If he is really as good as you said, if the two of you are really destined, so what if you wait for a while?Take your time, love and go. "

"But waiting for someone is really a painful thing, and I don't intend to do it."

"That's even better, sis, it looks like it's time for my hidden sorority party to come in handy!"

"Go away! I'm not interested in this either!"

"Hey…"

Liang Nianxing let out a short sigh, and finally hung up the phone.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even the windows were blurred, surrounded by humidity, and the air-conditioned room seemed a little damp and cold.

"What the hell is the weather..."

Liang Nianxing lay down on the sofa, just now he wanted to let himself go and sleep as he wanted, but he didn't expect that the next second he closed his eyes.

The girl widened her eyes.

"He didn't have an umbrella, did he?"

Then the eyes turned into complete astonishment.

"I'm just a stickler! What are you thinking about that bastard at this time!!"

……

On this day, it seems that the whole world is raining.

Far away in the capital.

It's still in that small bungalow like jasper.

Needle-thread, young woman doing embroidery.

The style of the eyebrows seems to be able to hang all the pride and melancholy of an era on it.

It's just that she kept silent, stabbed her own embroidery, her eyes were firm, as if no so-called external force could disturb her.

This kind of calm expression was similar to the constant calmness on Xia Chen's face.

Until another call came.

The woman put down the needle and thread in her hand, and calmly picked up the mobile phone on the table. Even for such a simple action, the easily raised little finger carried a kind of classical elegance.

Like the kind of elegant lady who came out of the picture scroll.

"Hello, Aunt Yang?"

"Miss... sorry to disturb you at this time."

The woman has a calm expression.

"It's okay, Aunt Yang, tell me if you have something to do."

"Ah, that's right. Nian Xing's recent movements in Jiangsu have been collected, and she actually ran into the young man who went to the grave in the capital."

Hearing this sentence, the woman's pupils changed slightly.

After a short silence, the woman said.

"It seems that he may indeed be a descendant of that person."

"Really? At that time, I thought he was a bit like Young Master Liang..."

"It's a bit similar, but since he decided to do this, it's better not to disturb his life. There is no need to transfer what used to be to a child. The matter of Aunt Yang..."

"Miss, of course I know. Don't worry, I have been with you all my life, how could I reveal it. I promise to bring your identity into the soil."

The woman smiled.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be like this. Aunt Yang has been here for so long, and I have already regarded you as my relative. Well, tell me, what is the story between that child in Jiangsu and Nian Xing?"

"Is such that.……"

The woman sat quietly on the chair, her sitting posture was so dignified and elegant.

His eyes looked nothing but watching the rain fall outside the window.

Her demeanor remained the same, making it impossible to tell whether she was in a daze or focused on the phone.

Until the call finally ends.

There was a voice over there.

"Look... do you want to interfere? It seems that Nian Xing is not in a good state."

The woman thought for a while, changed her sitting posture slightly, and raised her legs.

This seemingly indecent movement, as long as the temperament and figure are on point, is actually quite seductive.

For example, the white thighs of this woman exposed from the hem of the cheongsam.

Beautiful curves, fair and delicate complexion.

It is almost like a piece of perfect jade carving.

The craftsmanship must also be the one of uncanny workmanship.

The woman finally spoke slowly.

"Forget it, no need. Every time I see that child, it's like seeing me at that time. Maybe this is fate. Some things are not enough for me to go through once, so she has to go through it again. Okay, Aunt Yang, then

You don't need to stare at the side, you should take good care of your body during this time, these things are too troublesome. "

"Miss, don't worry about my body, I..."

"Aunt Yang, you misunderstood. After the death of He Lu, I understood a truth. People are too entangled in things, and they will be entangled in time for a lifetime... Think about it, they have been entangled for a lifetime, and there is no result. Then

It's just useless to worry about.

Why bother to be persistent?It should be put down.Aunt Yang, I want you to be well during this time. "

"..."

There was a sobbing sound from the other end, and I don't know if it was relief or inexplicable emotion.

How many ups and downs, no one knows.

A seemingly simple phone call hides countless secrets and stories.

No one can understand this emotion.

But women know.

After hanging up the phone.

The woman thought for a while and opened the drawer.

Take out an antique wooden box from inside.

Open the box, and what is hidden inside is not some precious jewelry.

It was a white handkerchief.

He opened the handkerchief, but there was a bright blood stain on it.

Seems pretty new so far.

……

40 Retribution──

Nearly the end of the year.

In fact, no matter where the tickets are unusually difficult to buy.

It's just that Xia Chen was lucky, and relying on her indomitable will, she finally caught up with this train.

Xia Chen sat in the car with calm eyes.

And the destination is not anywhere else, but go north all the way.

Although every time I go to the next station, the local area is always decorated with lights and festoons, full of the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, but the young man does not seem to have the slightest feeling of homesickness.

That's right, the so-called hometown doesn't know where it is, so where does the feeling of homesickness come from?

It doesn't matter if you stop and go along the way, or what kind of scenery you pass.

Xia Chen didn't stop for too long, heading north.

The climate is getting colder and colder.

From the south of the Yellow River to the north of the Yellow River.

In Xia Chen's backpack, there is a lot of drawing paper, and there are towering mountains.

There is a wilderness with wind and grass, and a horse on it, quietly bows its head to drink water.

There are slanting photos of the setting sun and overlooking from high towers.

Even a girl on the street who bought a bunch of bracelets was so lifelike that she jumped off the paper.

Where should I go? There is no one to find.

Xia Chen kept going north until he reached the plateau.

The journey of life seems to have no end, and all the spring, summer, autumn and winter seem to be included in it.

Here, the temperature is not the most important thing, even if it is a leap from [-] to [-] degrees to minus a few degrees, it has no effect on Xia Chen.

But as you go further north, a magnificent picture scroll is placed in front of your eyes.

There are travelers, tourists, families, and even ascetics, as if they really want to bear all the suffering in the world on their shoulders.

Xia Chen walked over calmly.

Footsteps made a rustling sound on the desolate wilderness.

From Lhasa to Potala Palace.

Tsangyang Gyatso said: Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snow region.Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.

If you say that in this land that is full of desolation, but has a strange feeling of pilgrimage, what can make you feel majestic at a glance, and you can feel the turbulent waves of this snowy area at a glance?

.

It must be the Potala Palace.

Nearly a thousand years have passed, and the years have been mottled along with its walls.

Now there are cities under its feet, and cars will gradually outnumber cattle and sheep.

But it seems to have been staying there alone, waiting for its king.

There are many travelers in Bajiao Street, and there are a variety of characteristics. Strange accents and strange costumes are all local characteristics.

Go straight from Lhasa, passing the monastery.

When you raise your head, you seem to be able to see the snow-capped mountains in the sky, connecting with the sky and the earth.

It seems to be integrated, but towering, lonely, and ethereal give you a feeling that you will never be able to climb.

Daunting, or so.

Xia Chen just carried her luggage and walked straight forward and up the route densely populated by travelers, as if she was a lonely savage returning to the embrace of nature.

The closer you get to the snow-capped mountains, the colder the scenery.

There are not so many beautiful things, the wind and sand and even the wind and snow are rushing towards you.