The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 422 Moths to the flame
"It's not your turn to talk about the matter between me and her." Helian Liuli threw him away, and wiped her hands with a handkerchief in disgust: "If you want to continue to live, be honest with me."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
He Lianming coughed violently, looked at his back, and said in a low, hoarse voice with a broken voice, "You are just like me, you are just a moth to a flame."

"I'm different from you." Helian Liuli's voice was frighteningly cold, and her voice brought out the gloom that belonged to the night: "I can get whatever I want, but you are just a poor bastard who can only survive by pretending to be crazy. "

He Lianming didn't speak any more, but just looked at the night sky blankly.

is it?

Poor thing!

Both of them are just poor people.

One was imprisoned in Weiyang Palace, feeding poison with poison, and would never be free for the rest of his life.

One who wants to live a humble life can only pretend to be crazy and linger on without dignity.

He can occasionally use He Lianhuan's appearance to show off, but he can only pretend to be crazy by himself forever.

A cold wind blows.

He Lianming tilted his head, and he could see the lights still on in the palace through the crack of the door, and he could vaguely hear someone talking inside.

Man is the most insatiable animal, isn't he?

When you don't know what warmth is, you won't miss it or yearn for it.

But once you know how warm this temperature is, how exciting it is.

Even if he knew it was a moth to the flame, he would go to die without hesitation.

Just started.

He just wanted to know what Helian Liuli was doing in pretending to be Helian Huan.

When standing at the door, Helian Liuli scolded him and drove him away.

But she handed him a bowl of rice.

This was the first clean meal he had eaten in more than ten years.

I thought I had already forgotten what it was like.

But at that moment, he clearly knew that it was warmth, a feeling that filled his chest.

After that day, he kept persuading himself not to come here, not to extravagantly ask for things that he couldn't get, the warmth that he couldn't touch.

but.

Just can't do it.

Every day when the time comes, I can't help but want to run here.

even though.

Just take a look from afar.

Or, just listening to the sound outside the palace walls is also good.

Listen to this.

It's half a month.

This look.

I can't let it go anymore.

……

In a blink of an eye.

Yan Danqing has lived in the palace for a month.

After entering the imperial capital in winter, the first snow fell since the beginning of winter.

When Yan Danqing came out of the greenhouse, He Lianming was standing on the road waiting for her, covered in snow, and ran towards her with a smirk: "What are you doing standing here? You're not cold!"

He was still wearing a dirty thin brocade robe.

Because he is fat.

If it wasn't for the snow, Yan Danqing would not have noticed what he was wearing, so he gave instructions to the eunuch behind him.

The eunuch quickly brought a cloak, which was left here as a spare.

Yan Danqing directly threw the cloak to He Lianming, and expressed sympathy: "Put this on, and when I get back, I'll let Jiaqi and the others see if they can find you something to wear."

He Lianming walked around with the cloak for a long time.

Yan Danqing sighed, saw that his hands and face were clean, and there was no idiot with a runny nose anymore, thinking that he still had the basic self-care ability, he walked over and took the cloak and taught him how to wear it: "do you understand?"

He Lianming grinned at her stupidly.

　There aren't many dramas in the palace, it's just a transitional foreshadowing, after all, Shizi is a man with a vest

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(End of this chapter)