Fast time travel: save the love brain project

Chapter 8 The World of Digging Wild Vegetables (8)

After dinner, the sky was a bit dark, lights were lit in the yard, Jiang Muyun yawned several times, and Xiao Lian returned home slowly.

If it wasn't for knowing what Xiaolian said, it was related to her future, Jiang Muyun would have gone to sleep a long time ago, and she is still lying on the bed with her pale makeup on, her hair disheveled, waiting for her news.

"Miss!"

Taking a closer look at Xiaolian, under the dim candlelight, her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, she was crying fiercely, and when she saw Jiang Muyun, her expression was like that of a dead father.

"Ahem, what happened to Xue Lang?"

Xiao Lian suppressed the grief in her heart, tears seemed to flash in her eyes again, "Miss, Mr. Xue is fine, but..."

"But what, hurry up and say it!"

"Miss, this servant deserves to die. The servant looked at Mr. Xue in great grief. He was afraid that he would not be able to withstand this blow, and he didn't want them to slander the young lady. Therefore, the servant immediately told Mr. Xue about your illness. , Miss, please forgive me!"

"You! Cough cough." Jiang Muyun covered her mouth to keep her smile from showing, she stabilized for a while, and then said with a little helplessness, "So what if you say to listen to him, after all, he and I are Strangers, there is nothing to do with fate."

"Come, help me up, I want to write a letter to him, so that he can forget about me."

Struggling to get up, most of the weight of her body was leaning on Xiao Lian, and she walked tremblingly to the desk.

Jiang Muyun picked up the pen and dipped some ink in it. As soon as he wrote a stroke, his hand shook for a moment, and an ink mark was drawn on the paper.

Throwing away the pen in frustration.

"I'm really useless now, I can't even hold a pen, cough cough"

"Miss." Xiaolian wanted to comfort her, but Jiang Muyun shook her hand.

"Forget it, you can write it for me. I also taught you your calligraphy. I can trust you. No matter what the farewell book is, you have to write it better."

Jiang Muyun murmured a few words that only made people panic.

Xiao Lian had no choice but to pick up a pen, Jiang Muyun said something, she wrote a word, and each letter revealing heartlessness and helplessness was freshly released.

"You send this letter to him tomorrow, and don't communicate with them again in the future, just break it off."

This is Jiang Muyun's last chance for Xiaolian. The choice is in her hands.

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The next day, Jiang Muyun had a good night's sleep, and when she woke up, the sky was already bright, Biyun directed the little maids to bring washing utensils, but Xiaolian was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Xiaolian?"

After waving the little girl back, Biyun said, "Xiao Lian exchanged with me before dawn, and she left the house through the back door with a basket in her hand."

Although I probably guessed where she went, I didn't expect her to be so active. I said it was early in the morning, but I didn't say it was so early!

"Did you tell the back door lady?"

"I've made an agreement with them, but whenever Sister Xiaolian goes out and comes back, they will make it easier for her."

When Xiao Lian over there walked to the cave, it was already broad daylight, and Xue Ping, who was resting on the bed yesterday, was already waving the knife in his hand in the yard, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

It has to be said that Xue Ping still has capital. He is slender and well-proportioned. Although he is thin, he has hard muscles after practicing martial arts all the year round. He looks extremely healthy. Ugly, Xue Ping was naturally handsome and dignified.

Even if it is coarse linen, embroidered with patches can hardly hide its outstanding temperament.

That's why Xiao Lian was so dumbfounded.

"Xiao Lian, you're here! But Mu Yun has something for me?"

The moment Xue Ping ran towards her, she had such a cowardly moment in her heart that she felt that his joy was for her.

It's just that what he said later broke her fantasy, and she lowered her eyes to cover the disappointment in her eyes.

"Mr. Xue, yes, our lady asked me to deliver a letter to you."

After taking the letter in her hand, Xue Ping couldn't wait to open it.

[Young Master Xue, dear,

Now that Xiaolian has confessed the truth to you, I will no longer hide it, indeed.

I am already seriously ill, and I hang myself with precious medicinal materials every day. You are still young and have a bright future. Mu Yun does not want to be your burden. The fate between you and me in this life is over. From then on, we will be safe and happy.

Jiang Muyun word. ]
Xue Ping's eyes immediately turned red, and the thin piece of letter paper seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he was trembling in his hands.

"She really said that? She, won't you forgive me for what I said yesterday? You know, I was unintentional, unintentional, I don't know her, I don't know."

Xiao Lian looked at him in pain, and looked at him, fearing that he would faint if he caught his breath, so she hurriedly comforted him.

"No, no, Mr. Xue, the miss didn't blame you, really didn't blame you, it's the miss's illness, there's nothing the miss can do about it."

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I never feel that she is a burden! It's all my fault! I'm so useless, it's me!"

As Xue Ping said, the tears in his eyes fell like this, and every drop seemed to fall on Xiaolian's heart. She hated it so much. She should change this letter more tactfully, so that he won't be so sad. yes.

Yes, this letter was written by Xiao Lian after Jiang Muyun fell asleep.

"No, no, Mr. Xue, you must not think like this. By the way, the lady asked me to come and take care of you, Mr. Xue. You see, the lady did not blame you, really."

It seemed that these words lifted Xue Ping up a bit. He looked at Xiaolian, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, Xiaolian."

As long as he was fine, Xiao Lian felt a little relieved, and hurriedly opened the basket she brought and handed it to him. Inside were a few white and fat big meat buns. I took it back.

"Mr. Xue, I brought you some buns, but unfortunately they are cold. Let me warm them up for you. Eating cold ones is not good for your health."

"It's okay, thank you, Xiaolian."

Xue Ping stopped Xiao Lian who wanted to get busy. It would be hard for others to travel such a long distance, so he went directly to take the bamboo basket in her hand, but his fingers accidentally brushed Xiao Lian's hand, making her tremble , let go of your hand.

His face flushed red.

"Slaves, servants."

She was so flustered that she was incoherent, Xue Ping frowned seeing her like this.

"Young Master Xue, servant servant servant servant."

"Xiao Lian, if you don't mind, you can call me Brother Xue, and don't always be a slave, you are not my slave, you are about the same age as Ge Qing, in my heart, I treat you as my younger sister .”

"Slave" Xiao Lian's heart was full of surprises, and when she was about to say those two words habitually, under Xue Ping's disapproving eyes, she took back what she hadn't finished and quickly changed her words.

"Brother Xue!"

(End of this chapter)