Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 583 Exactly the Same

In the west wing opposite the east wing, the room was full of ice-coldness and the smell of alcohol. What was different was that in the west wing, if you smell it carefully, you can still smell a trace of blood in the air.

Mo Han, who was dressed in white, once again had some dazzling bright red on his chest.

"Master, it's important to take care of your health!"

The ten wolves who followed Mo Han were so anxious that they were about to jump up. He had said this sentence, master, take care of your body. He had said it no less than a hundred times tonight, but Mo Han obviously didn't listen to a word of his own words. go in.

Standing at the window, Mo Han couldn't hear not only the voices of the ten wolves, but now he couldn't hear almost all the voices in this world.

At this moment, in his opinion, all the sounds in this world, no matter what they are, come from the Dong family in Wangjiatun. The noisy noise is the noise of the guests in the courtyard of the Dong family, and the sound of firecrackers outside the window is Meng Kejun, Dong Qingfeng and the others. The sound of firecrackers sending off relatives, even at this moment, which is surprisingly quiet and only the wind outside the window, sounds to him the sound of Meng Kejun and Dong Qingfeng's bridal chamber wedding night.

All the voices swarmed from all directions, and squeezed into his body desperately, and then they were all kneaded together and crushed his heart fiercely. The pain seemed to be reduced by one point.

He knows how painful and sad the master is, but it hurts his heart to see him trample on his body like this.

This difficult night had just begun, and the ten wolves didn't know what to do. In the end, he had no choice but to jump and disappear into the snowflakes flying outside the window.

Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, Mo Han's eyes were as dark as the night.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is covered with snow, and the jade hairpin is secretly cherishing the new year."

Mo Han looked at the rice paper in his hand, the white rice paper was also sprayed with the blood he spit out just now, the white paper, black characters, red blood, everything on it looked both shocking and heart-wrenching.

In the past, he still held her hand and wrote this poem on paper, but today, she got into the sedan chair and became someone else's wife.

He took out the purple jade hairpin from his bosom, and their token of love was still brand new, but he never had the chance to bring this hairpin to her head, nor did he have the chance to hold her hand and write the remaining two words of this poem together. The sentence is finished.

"If wind and snow can be together, I will only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals."

"Meng Ke-jun, you said the last two sentences to me that day, but now the person who is with you has become Dong Qingfeng, and the person who only envies mandarin ducks but not immortals is still me."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Mo Han couldn't help but laughed loudly at the cold moon in the sky, but the louder he laughed, the more empty his heart became.

The past is vivid in his memory. He used to think that he had grasped his happiness with his own hands, but everything seemed to be just a blink of an eye, and the happiness he thought he had grasped was just in vain.

They met in the wind and snow, made love in the wind and snow, and finally watched her become someone else's wife in the wind and snow.

With a wobbly body, he swayed from the window to the table, threw the rice paper and hairpin on the table, picked up the wine jar on the table, and Mo Han poured it desperately.

The mellow Daughter's Red dripped down the corner of his mouth, wet his chest completely, Daughter's Red mixed with red blood, soaked on his white clothes, the mottled and bloody scene was just like his The same heart at the moment.

"what--"

Unable to bear it any longer, Mo Han roared hysterically, the veins popped up on his neck, as if they were about to explode at any time.

Mo Han who was sleepless all night was not only Mo Han who was roaring to the sky, Ye Rongrong who was lying on the bed was also sleepless at all.

How painful Mo Han is now, even if she can't see it with her own eyes, she can feel it.

She didn't know how he tortured herself to get through tonight, but it was a pity that she couldn't be by his side at this time, otherwise it would be better to be tortured by him than him to torture herself.

Looking up at the cold moon outside the window, snowflakes were falling one after another, which reminded Ye Rongrong of the poem that she and Mo Han hadn't finished writing together.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is covered with snow, and the jade hairpin is secretly cherishing the new year. If the wind and snow can meet each other, I will only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals."

In this life, she didn't know if she would have the opportunity to write this poem with Mo Han.

"Cough-cough-cough-"

Mrs. Meng coughed from the bed behind her. Ye Rongrong looked back and was about to close the window.

And at this moment, a tall black figure descended from the sky, and Ten Wolf directly put his arms around Ye Rongrong's waist.

"Miss Ye, you have offended me so much!"

After saying this, the two figures at the window disappeared instantly.

Ten wolves had no choice but thought of coming to pick up Ye Rongrong. This night is really too difficult for the master.

The master's body already had an old disease, and he was seriously ill for several times and couldn't take good care of it. He tortured himself like this again tonight, and ten wolves were worried that his body wouldn't last until tomorrow.

Before going out, he filtered all the people around the master in his mind, and found that except Miss Ye, it seemed that he couldn't find a more suitable person who could accompany the master at this time.

Ten Wolves is indeed the number one master in martial arts, and it doesn't take much effort to go to and from the capital twice.

Mo Han hadn't even finished drinking the daughter red in the jar, and he had already sent Ye Rongrong to Mo Han.

Mo Han stared in astonishment at Ye Rongrong who suddenly appeared in front of him. She was only wearing thin single clothes. Just now when the ten wolves came, they were flying fast on the road. Full of snowflakes.

Not only that, but she was so cold that her teeth chattered and her lips turned purple. And just like this, she stood in front of him, didn't have time to care about the cold on her body, but reached out and took the wine jar directly from his hand.

After putting down the wine jar, she opened the closet and took out a set of clean clothes and walked in front of Mo Han.

Reaching out to his chest, he undid the buttons one by one. The buttons on his waist were not undone smoothly several times because his hands were shaking too much from the cold.

The clothes were peeled off one by one, and then helped him put on one by one. During the whole process, Ye Rongrong didn't say a word.

Mo Han's body was like falling into an ice cave, but at this moment, because of her appearance, it gradually warmed up.

Only at this time did he realize that Ye Rongrong, who lowered her head, was somewhat similar to Meng Kejun, even the dimples at the corners of their mouths were exactly the same.

Instinctively, Mo Han raised his hand, and gently hugged Ye Rongrong, who was standing in front of him, into his arms.

Outside the window, the fireworks were brilliant, almost illuminating the snowy night.

In the distance, on the bank of the river, there was a cruise ship with red flowers and big red paper on it. At this moment, the flames were soaring into the sky, and the raging flames seemed to burn everything on the ship to ashes.

(End of this chapter)