Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 565
Xie Fu blocked it with his hand, and pleaded with his eyes: "How about...just..."

Before Xie Fu finished speaking, Sima Yuntai gave him a hard stare.

Xie Fu sighed and walked away.

Sima Yuntai squatted down and said: "Wang Youtong, you can see my sword clearly, see it clearly."

When Wang Youtong saw the word Yuntai on the near end of the sword body, his eyes widened, and he instantly understood that Sima Yunxue's sword was called Yunxue, and this sword was called Yuntai.

Shenwu Peak's colorful clouds and sky have rhymes, and Xueyun Terrace's two swords, Shenfeng, belong to one person each.

Wang Youtong looked at Sima Yuntai vomiting blood, and asked, "If it's her, will... love me?"

"or……"

Sima Yuntai paused, nodded and changed his words: "Yes!"

Wang Youtong smiled, closed his eyes and shed tears, and followed someone to satisfy him.

When it was her turn, Sima Yuntai stood up, with a calm expression, and committed suicide.

No warning, no farewell, no nostalgia, so decisive.

It seems that she has already thought about it countless times in her heart, and she will not give others a chance to persuade her to stop her.

One hand was on her neck, holding the rhyme tightly.

Xie Fu has been paying attention to Mrs. Wang, and he has always had this premonition in his heart.

Perhaps what Xiaoyun once said to him made him suddenly realize that—my lord, if I want to go far away and never come back, will you miss me?

Maybe he actually knew her well.

Maybe it's a tacit understanding.

No matter what, Xie Fu was very glad that he had this kind of premonition, as long as she was inattentive, as long as she slowed down, she would have died.

The two looked at each other.

The time they spent together was not short, but it was the first time that Xie Fu looked at each other like this after regaining his light.

It is not clear in what capacity she is looking at the other party, only that under Xie Fu's gaze, Mrs. Wang's eyes are still determined, not giving an inch.

Blood flowed from Xie Fu's fingers, some dripped on the ground, some flowed onto Mrs. Wang's neck, it was warm.

Mrs. Wang exerted force on her hand, and Xie Fu held it even tighter.

After several rounds of fighting, the wound on Xie Fu's hand became deeper and more blood flowed.

Xie Fu kept silent, he really didn't know what to say.

Saying that I have been seducing you all this time, you don't have to feel guilty, it's all my fault... such nonsense.

Say I love you?

As soon as this sentence is uttered, it will only make Mrs. Wang even more decisive.

Xie Fu said something unreliable: "Are you going to die for him?"

Mrs. Wang was furious: "Who will die for him!"

She felt so insulted that she didn't want the sword anymore, and slapped Xie Fu hard.

Seeing her angry, Xie Fu was actually happy in his heart. He was most afraid of her being calm, silent and determined, "Then why do you want to die with him?"

Sima Yunxue sneered, turned and left.

Xie Fu turned his head and glanced at Phantom: "Phantom, I leave this place to you."

People keep up with Mrs. Wang.

She walked like a wounded and weak woman, with frivolous steps and trembling legs.

Xie Fu just followed silently.

After she walked out of Baixin Villa and walked for a while, she collapsed to the ground.

Once paralyzed, you can't get up again, let alone continue walking.

This reminded Xie Fu of that rainy night when Xiao Yun held his hand.

Xiaoyun is Mrs. Wang, she came here specially, she cares about him, she worries about him.

Recalling that scene now, Xie Fu was moved and warm in his heart.

She was crying!
is crying! !
That noble and indifferent image was crying for him!

The vague emotions in his heart suddenly became clear, and he could even feel her entanglement and pain at that moment,
Xie Fu felt a dull pain in his heart. He can be a villain, but those who love him cannot be sad.

Xie Fu knelt down and held her hand like she did that night.

Mrs. Wang immediately resisted fiercely and refused to let him hold it.

She scolded, hit, caught, bit.

No matter what she did, Xie Fu held her hand tightly, indifferent.

Mrs. Wang, who had no strength, was finally tired, she stopped moving, and fell into silence.

Xie Fu also spoke up: "There is only one hand in this world, and I will always remember it."

The scar on the back of her hand was still rough and clear when touched, it was the only shortcoming of her flawless white hand.

What's the use of saying this!Madam Wang looked at him coldly.

Xie Fu also looked at her: "I have never looked at you so boldly, and I have never looked at you so well."

"During the days when I couldn't see, I often thought about what a lovely girl like Xiao Yun looks like. If my eyes could see, I would definitely take a good look at her and see enough."

Mrs. Wang was expressionless.

Xie Fu begged with his eyes: "Let me watch it for a while, okay?"

Mrs. Wang looked at him coldly, her eyes became less cold as she looked at him, maybe her heart softened.

Xie Fu pointed to the night sky: "Look at the light clouds and gibbous moon, the clear wind and mu, the scenery is much more beautiful than the scene of the heavy rain that night, and how many beautiful moments like this are there in life."

Mrs. Wang looked at the sky, the light clouds covered the moonlight, she was blushing, the breeze was soft, it was really quiet and beautiful, and the world was really nostalgic.

Xie Fu asked: "Tonight's moon seems not so full, how much is it today?"

Mrs. Wang responded casually: "Thirteen."

After blurting out, it suddenly dawned on me why I was able to talk to him.

Xie Fu laughed and said, "The moon must be rounder on the night of the fifteenth day."

Is not this nonsensical?Mrs. Wang sneered.

Xie Fu said again: "The moon must be more beautiful that night."

Mrs. Wang sarcastically said, "It's raining to see if it's beautiful."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Why don't you make a bet, I bet it won't rain."

Mrs. Wang immediately understood what he was thinking, and she was slowly deceiving herself, but this kind of deception was full of good intentions.

Why bother, one more moment and one more torture, I will die early and rebirth early, so you can be free as soon as possible, marry your Wanzhi, and be consummated.

On a rainy night, on a moonlit night, if you can think of me, I will be satisfied.

Xie Fu said with regret: "Maybe it will really rain torrentially in the night after two days."

Mrs. Wang snorted.

Xie Fu said: "Take advantage of the beautiful scenery now, the good time will never come back, or I will carry you for a while."

Mrs. Wang didn't respond, she lowered her head slightly.

Xie Fu smiled: "It's not like I haven't recited it before."

As he spoke, he squatted down in front of Mrs. Wang, and exposed his generous back in front of her.

Mrs. Wang looked at his back, seeming to be remembering, and did not respond or take any action.

After Xie Fu stayed for a while, he said, "I don't have the strength to come up, do I?"

While speaking, his hands stretched out behind his back naturally, wrapping his arms around Mrs. Wang's legs.

Mrs. Wang trembled slightly, and with a bang, Xie Fu picked her up.

Different from the time in the forbidden area, Xie Fu walked very slowly and steadily, without any bumps and ups and downs, making Mrs. Wang feel as if she was lying on a cloud, fluttering gently.

The moonlight shone on it, the breeze blew across the cheeks, and there was a faint manly breath in front of him.

Quiet, beautiful and warm, just like the first time, not the second time.

Plum Blossom Mountain is only over a hundred feet high, and I don't realize that I have already passed halfway up the mountain, and the road to the foot of the mountain is getting shorter and shorter.

When Mrs. Wang thought that this was the last time Xie Fu carried her in her life, tears rolled down her cheeks when her eyes became wet.

Gently encircling Xie Fu's neck with both hands, and gently laying his head on Xie Fu's shoulder and neck.

Xie Fu was thinking about something, and he keenly felt Mrs. Wang's meekness. Is she tired?Is she asleep?

A few strands of gentle hair brushed his cheek gently. This is her blue hair, long and soft. Xie Fu really wants to reach out and touch it, to feel this strange tenderness.

Suddenly he felt something drop by drop on the back of his neck, scorching hot, like oil splashed from a frying pan, hot and burning.

Xie Fu stopped for a while and thought about it.

Maybe it was because Xie Fu walked so steadily that Mrs. Wang didn't notice him stop at all.

Or maybe she was only focused on crying secretly, and didn't pay attention to other things at all.

After Xie Fu thought for a while, he smiled and left.

There is no problem that he can't solve, it's just whether he is willing to do it, and whether he is willing to pay a huge price in exchange for a little warmth.

Under the moonlight in the middle of the night, a man carried a tearful woman on his back, walking step by step towards his warm little home.

But in fact, every step is a step closer to separation.

People always want to stay at a certain moment, but they have to go forward.

It's like you want time to stop, but time keeps passing.

The lights of the houses at the foot of the mountain are dimly lit, and farther away is the prosperity and splendor of Jinling City.

Mrs. Wang couldn't help hugging Xie Fu tightly, she hated him even more, it made her so reluctant to let go, and made her so unwilling to leave.

Xie Fu could feel that those lotus root arms were strangling his neck to suffocation, but he smiled and said, "I'm tired, can I take a rest?"

Mrs. Wang nodded, nodded, afraid that he would not know, she said softly: "Okay."

With one hand free, he gently wiped away the tears on his face.

Xie Fu walked into an abandoned house.

It was the deserted house they went to avoid the rain. The house was dark and dilapidated. As soon as they entered the yard, a sense of gloom came over them. Even the moonlight shining on the dilapidated building was full of darkness.

Mrs. Wang instinctively felt fear, she immediately hooked Xie Fu's neck with her hand wiping the tears on her face, and whispered in Xie Fu's ear: "Don't come here."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "You are not even afraid of death, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of this!"

Mrs. Wang said in a light tone, pleading: "You know."

Xie Fu smiled: "Anyway, you are going to die, and it is the same if you are scared to death." He said and stepped into the hall.

Mrs. Wang said loudly: "Go, don't be here."

Seeing that Xie Fu didn't listen to her at all, he was so angry that he beat him and cursed: "Traitor, I will kill you."

Xie Fu was so happy to be scolded, at least this woman who seemed to have lost her soul suddenly came back to life.

After entering the hall, Xie Fu knelt down and said softly: "Okay, okay, let you down, if you are afraid of walking by yourself, I'm tired anyway."

Mrs. Wang is so willing to come down now, her arms are not only tightly hooked, but her feet are wrapped around Xie Fu's waist, her movements are indecent like a cat.

Xie Fu rubbed his body, as if he wanted to get rid of her.

　Originally, Sima Yunxue should have died in a joke.Wang Youtong couldn't get it because of love, and Sima Yunxue couldn't get it because of love.This echoes the theme.

　　The time spent together will be precious.But online novels cannot engage in literature and art, and readers will not forgive me.

　　But please be happy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)