Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Shen Xiuwan looked at him.

He was not a good husband, but in the face of the rise and fall of the nation, she knew he was a good warrior.

She agreed: "You are indeed such a person."

Her smile was so gentle.

Fu Jincheng's heart was inexplicably soft.

After walking for a while, he said again: "Li Xiangjun and Hou Fangyu were not able to reunite after all."

Shen Xiuwan thought about the last scene of the drama and nodded regretfully: "Yes."

The path became silent again.

On winter nights, every house turns off the lights and sleeps on pillows, and everything seems so cold and solemn.

Fu Jincheng's fingertips accidentally touched Shen Xiuwan's hand.

The woman's hands were warm and soft, and he suddenly remembered that when they were still husband and wife, he would sit on the sofa after a hangover, and she would use such hands to gently massage his head.

She liked him so much then.

He suddenly said: "I am not Hou Fangyu, and you are not Li Xiangjun."

He thought that Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun couldn't get back together, but he and Shen Xiuwan could.

Shen Xiuwan was stunned.

She looked up at Fu Jincheng in confusion, not knowing what he meant.

Just an afterthought?

still is……

But how is it possible?

Anyone in the world could fall in love with her, but Jincheng had no chance.

He had used the most cruel method to force her to end the marriage. He had looked down on her like that. How could he treat her again...

If Jincheng knew that she was so self-indulgent, he would probably think she was ridiculous, right?

She didn't want to be reduced to a clown anymore, so she smiled and said: "Of course I am not Li Xiangjun. I am probably not as upright and brave as her. I am a timid person, then and now."

Fu Jincheng was silent.

He didn't know if Shen Xiuwan understood his hint.

But after all, he couldn't point it out directly anymore, so he had to choose not to speak again.

The two took a car back to the old alley. Because the car could not drive into the alley, they got off the car at the entrance of the alley.

Shen Xiuwan said: "Jincheng, just send me here."

Fu Jincheng looked at the long, dark alley: "It's better to send it to the door. If something happens, I can't explain it to your mother."

Shen Xiuwan recalled her experience at Paramount and nodded.

It was almost late at night, and there was no wind in the cold air.

The street lights were dim, casting long shadows on the ground.

Halfway there, snowflakes suddenly started to float in the sky, and gradually the scattered flakes at first turned into fine and dense snowflakes, falling all over the sky against the backdrop of the dusk lights.

"Snowing……"

Shen Xiuwan couldn't help but stretched out her hand.

The snowflakes fell on the palm of my hand, as light as nothing, and soon turned into cold snow water.

It was rare to see snow in the south, so she was a little excited, and even her steps were a little light.

Fu Jincheng followed her and watched her walk through this old and simple alley. She was wearing a maroon woolen coat and a thick snow-white cashmere scarf tied around her neck. One end of the scarf was flying in the snow, her body His posture is so brisk, like a child chasing snowflakes.

He never knew that Shen Xiuwan had such a childish side.

There was more pain in his eyes.

He likes to see Shen Xiuwan happy.

He reminded again: "It's snowy and the road is slippery. If you walk so fast, be careful of falling."

Shen Xiuwan looked back and smiled at him, then looked up at the heavy snow in the sky.

She remembered that the year her grandfather passed away, Jincheng came to her house to pay condolences. The whole family, regardless of her face, actually asked Shen Yanyan to babysit for Jincheng.

Jincheng took her away from the ancestral home that night. The wind and snow that night were even colder and biting than tonight.

At that time, Jincheng held her hand tightly, and they walked through the quiet alleys on the lively New Year's Eve. It seemed that they were the only two people awake in the world. His palms were warm and wide. She looked at his profile, Quietly rejoicing in tonight's deviance.

When she boarded the train bound for Yanjing, she thought Jincheng was taking her to escape her fate.

She thought...

She thought that at least at that moment, Jincheng liked her.

But it didn't.

Yanjing's last story is that she returned to her ancestral home in the south alone.

She got divorced, she did the most outrageous and unreasonable thing in the eyes of the world, and she spent two years struggling in this old city despite the strange looks of everyone, and she finally had a little sense of hope in her life. A little humanity and dignity.

She later realized that the speed of the train was not fast enough to escape her fate.

It turns out that dignity and independence are things that you have to earn by yourself.

Shen Xiuwan's eyes were moist.

Cool snowflakes fell on her brows and eyelashes. She closed her eyes and turned her back to Fu Jincheng to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

She thought that she could never go back to the past.

Arriving at the door of Shen's house, Shen Xiuwan said politely: "Jincheng, do you want to go in and sit down?"

"It's too late, so I won't go in and bother my aunt." Fu Jincheng handed her the opera mask he drew by himself, "This little thing is for you."

Shen Xiuwan took it and said with a smile: "I know, this thing is different from the decoration style of your home, and you don't like this kind of thing. When I was in Yanjing, you refused to agree to hang two pieces of embroidery in the living room. .”

She was talking and laughing, as if she no longer cared about the past.

Fu Jincheng felt a dull pain in his heart.

He vaguely remembered that there was such a thing.

Shen Xiuwan had just gotten married at that time, and she was a bride. She wanted to decorate their new home, so she wanted to hang some landscape embroidery pictures on the wall.

And he despised embroidery as an outdated thing. He commented in front of her that her embroidery work was a foot wrap from the feudal dynasty, which was incompatible with the French decoration style of the living room, and told her not to tamper with things in the room on her own initiative in the future.

He lowered his eyelashes, wondering why he was so aggressive and mean in the past.

The regret in my heart was accompanied by a dull pain, and it surged into my chest.

He reluctantly said: "That's not the case."

How is that?

In fact, he had no way to explain it.

Shen Xiuwan said softly: "It doesn't matter, it's all over. Jincheng, I have forgiven you a long time ago. If I were you, I probably wouldn't be able to be nice to a wife I don't like day and night."

She waved her hand, turned around and stepped into the deep house.

Fu Jincheng didn't leave.

He was leaning alone against the wall not far away, looking up at Shen Xiuwan's boudoir.

Her boudoir was on the second floor. She probably washed up downstairs before going upstairs and turning on the light in that room.

Her graceful figure was vaguely reflected behind the window.

She sat in front of the dressing table, untied her hair, combed it smooth, and then sat down at the desk with a book in her hands.

Fu Jincheng couldn't help but think that she always seemed to do things slowly and slowly.

I don’t know if all southern girls are like this or if she is the only one.

In the dark alleys, the snow is still falling silently.

Fu Jincheng lit a cigarette.

The lighter illuminated his handsome face the moment it was lit. The orange cigarette butt was extinguished and the smoke ring dispersed dimly with heat. He bit the cigarette and raised his eyes to look at the woman's boudoir.

He wants to pursue Shen Xiuwan again.

I couldn’t bear the motion sickness while riding in the car these past few days to celebrate the New Year. I couldn’t concentrate while sitting in front of the computer. I’m really sorry for the two days of interruption.