Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 129

Before Mrs. Xiao finished speaking, Xiao Yijian's face froze, and then he looked at her with a complicated expression, and silently nodded.

"I knew you would be like this." Mrs. Xiao's voice contained deep resentment, and she turned her head away from him.

"Then tell me... what should I do?" Xiao Yijian's voice became more bitter, and the hands behind his back trembled slightly, "Tell me, tell me, what should I do? Those things... those things are already like mountains Don’t you feel bad for pressing Goro so hard that you can’t even lift your head? Do you want me to tell him the truth? Do you really want me to tell him that I, Qingzhou Xiao’s…”

"That's enough!" Mrs. Xiao shouted abruptly, then turned her eyes to look at him suddenly, her face turned pale instantly, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes, "Stop talking, I...I don't want...don't want to listen, you... ...Don't go on talking..." Her voice was so broken that she couldn't form a sentence, and the rosary in her hand trembled.

Xiao Yijian took a few steps forward and grabbed the old wife's hand, the beard under his chin was shaking, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a few words: "You...do you understand me?"

His palm was as cold as her fingers.

Mrs. Xiao raised her head and looked at the man's face full of ditches.

That face, like hers, was full of desolation and sadness.

At that moment, the resentment in her heart suddenly turned into sorrow, and the rosary in her hand fell to the ground with a "slap".

In fact... he is also in every possible way, even more difficult than her.

From the moment they became husband and wife, their fate was linked together.They shared that secret, helped each other, and walked through most of their lives.Their whole life came to an end like this, she blamed him and hated him, but in the end, they still wanted to be together, continue to bear everything left by their ancestors, and walk towards the end of their lives together.

After staring at him for a long time, Mrs. Xiao finally sighed, patted Xiao Yijian's hand and said, "I understand, I understand everything."

These short seven words made Xiao Yijian's tense nerves instantly relaxed a lot.

In the end, there will always be someone by his side in this world, and she knows all about his suffering and tiredness.

His heart warmed up little by little, and he held her hand even tighter, and a very light mist covered his cloudy eyes.

Mrs. Xiao didn't look at him again.

She turned her eyes wistfully, and cast her vain gaze to a corner of the room, as if looking at a certain place in the distance through the hanging curtain and the thick wall. After a long time, she sighed silently. Take a breath...

In a certain mansion in Dadu, a man in white was sitting in a dark room. He seemed to sense the sad sight from the far south, raised his head, and smiled faintly.

The candlelight shone on his face, illuminating his face.

He has extremely handsome eyebrows, long eyebrows like ink painting, a slanting stroke is drawn into the temples, the color of his eyes is as clear as water, as cold as ice, but occasionally there is a soft light, like ice edges under the sun Generally, the luster is not only bright, but even somewhat dazzling.

However, apart from the eyebrows and eyes, the rest of the face showed an unbearably vulgarity.

The protruding nasal bone hangs down, and an eagle hook is bent at the end with great momentum. However, this section of the line that should have been intimidating, but in front of the overly wide nose, weakens the air, and also makes the magnificence between the eyebrows and eyes Lost a lot of color.

In addition, the freshness of the lips is too thick, and the tip of the chin is too thin, and because of the existence of these two, the ice-like eyes and ink-painted long eyebrows are smeared with a vague desire. /see.Those slightly parted thick lips seemed to be forever longing for something, but also seemed to never be satisfied with what was in front of them.

Such a contradictory face will undoubtedly give people a deep impression.

However, when you look at him from a distance, you don't even think of taking a second look at this person, and you even despise the street atmosphere on him.

Only in such a dark light, in this corner where the sun does not shine, separated by the dim candlelight and the cold night in the room, can you realize how fierce and intense the expression on such a face is. Even if they are silent, the eyebrows and eyes seem to be fighting against the whole face, fighting left and right, as if they want to get out of this face, but they have to be restrained. Between this square inch, the spirit and the truth are firmly suppressed in it.

And only at such a moment, you will feel, what kind of frightening light is occasionally dancing in those ice-like cold eyes, which makes people hardly dare to look up.

The north wind raged violently, surging like waves in this vast mansion, and there was a tsunami rushing towards it, as if the roof would be blown over in the next moment, and the whole land would be turned upside down.

The man in white leaned against the fire.

This movement was done by him, not like human beings' instinctive fear of cold and warmth, but more like a deliberate imitation.It seems that only by doing so, can he become more human, rather than cold stone or wood carving.

"Master Lang, Gao Ling is back." A man in black clothes stood on the side, whispering to the man in white.

The man in white smiled and sighed: "Where is the master here? It's just a stray dog." After speaking, he stretched out his bony hand, pointed in a certain direction, and said casually: "You Where is the master of the house?"

His voice is also like his appearance, it is obviously cold, but it seems to be soaked in a puddle of frozen oil in that cold, there is an indescribably slippery and weird.

The man in black was silent for a while, then bowed his head and said, "Yes, sir."

"Hehe", the man in white laughed softly, as if he had heard some funny joke, he shook his head and said, "Ariel, you are wrong again. How many times have I told you that I will never leave. Mr. I really can't bear the title of a commoner in our area, and now I'm a lowly family with a crippled body."

There was almost no ups and downs in his voice, and that trace of smile disappeared like a flame blown out by a strong wind.

The man in black called Alie raised his head at this time, above the black veiled cloth, a pair of eyes full of sorrow were revealed.

The sadness is so deep and desolate, it seems to melt the night and cold of the room into the eyes, it is unbearable to look at it.

"That's all, let's talk about Gao Ling." Mo Buli seemed to not want to continue the topic of addressing anymore, while talking, he leaned forward and picked up a copper stick, and poked the charcoal in the stove.

With the sound of "Bi Bo", a spark exploded in the charcoal stove, and then went out again.Ariel's voice was embedded in the light, as low as the raging wind outside: "Here is the secret letter." At some point, there was an extra note in his hand, and he handed it to Mo Buli.

(End of this chapter)