Silly Girl Allure

Chapter 252 The Finale

Wen Ya couldn't help being startled, and raised her head in surprise, she couldn't mean what she thought, could she?If so, that's amazing.

He Lianjue stared at the petite figure not far away, the night was quiet, those four words were heard clearly in his ears, and they also struck straight into his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to tell himself that it was just a child's unintentional words, but the expression on Bu Siqiao's face scared him.

That determined, fanatical expression shouldn't be on a ten-year-old's face.

So at this moment, he was stunned in place, not knowing how to advance or retreat.

"You go back to your room first."

Bu Siqiao looked at He Lianjue with some trepidation: "What about you?"

He looked a little gloomy, as if he was in a bad mood, and this discovery made her a little worried.

"I still have to chat with Wen Ya for a while, go back to sleep, my dear." Although he said coaxing words, his tone was light and not as gentle as usual.

Bu Siqiao bit her lip, looked at him with clear water eyes: "I listen to you, then you promise me not to be angry with me again because of what happened tonight."

"Okay." Helian replied.

At this moment, he was not angry with her, but irritable.

Watching her figure disappear outside the courtyard, Helianjue took a deep breath and walked into the room.

"You..." Wen Ya opened her mouth slowly, she felt that she hadn't gotten over the shock just now.

"Go to bed first, I'll go out for a while." Helianjue said flatly.

Wen Ya hesitated to speak, and finally choked out a sentence: "Where are you going? It's already so late."

He Lianjue's eyes stared at her, and there was an order in his words that no one could refuse: "I don't remember when I went or where I needed to report to you? It's best to remember your identity."

Wen Ya involuntarily took a step back and sat down on the chair. Her identity?Yes, she was bought by him, that's all.

Talking about an unmarried wife is just her self-deception.

That day, she played a song "Poppy" for him, and he looked at her with such affectionate eyes, but he always knew that he was actually looking at another person through looking at her.

She doesn't hate that woman, because of her, she can be redeemed by him, but she hates herself, born at an untimely time, with ill-fated fate, but fell in love with this person.

"Brother Helian, are you alright?" Zhong Qing watched as he drank the wine in the glass silently, and then threw the glass on the table.

"It's okay." He Lianjue said softly, leaning back on the seat.

His head hurt a little, he rubbed his temples, but a clear voice kept echoing in his mind.

he's mine.

Some were shocked to find that everything she did to Wen Ya was like a performance.

jealous.

If that was the case, it would bother him too much.

In this society, teenage children can already marry and have children, and Bu Siqiao's precocious maturity is also obvious, but when things really happen to him, it is really unacceptable to him.

She is a smart, sensitive, and stubborn little princess, with family background, beauty, and talent. She has too many qualifications to be domineering and do whatever she wants. For her, there is no difference between getting and not getting. There are only options of wanting and not wanting.

If she really wants to cling to him, he can almost foresee how thrilling the future will be.

Helian couldn't help but sighed, he needed to confirm whether Bu Siqiao really had special feelings for him.

"Is there any entertainment program tonight?" He raised his eyes to look at Zhong Qing with a lazy tone.

The latter was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled ambiguously: "I thought you had restrained yourself a little in the past few years, but it turned out that you still have this flirtatious temperament. There is an oiran who has just become popular in the Qiuxiang Pavilion. Let me introduce you?"

Feng Mou glanced at her: "Then I will accept it with a smile."

Bu Siqiao was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, his mind kept thinking about the warmth between He Lianjue and Wen Ya, and he almost collapsed.

Every time she came to the Wujue Palace, she relied on her young age and ignorance to ask him to sleep with her. She originally thought that Helianjue would come tonight, but why did this happen to him after only five months? big change?
Bu Siqiao got angry, sat up from the bed, and touched it out lightly.

Wen Ya's room was already dark, she breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to go back to her room, just in time to catch a glimpse of the light in the adjacent courtyard.

She approached gently, and more and more clear panting and teasing sounds came into her ears, her heart tightened, if she heard correctly, the woman in the room was not gentle.

The weather in December was already slightly cool, and there were candles burning inside the house, and she didn't realize it until outside the house.

A cold touch spread to Bu Siqiao's forehead, she stretched out her hand to wipe it, and found it was a drop of water, raised her head, and found that it was snowing heavily.

With her small body standing in the huge courtyard, it was the first time in her life that she felt so lonely.

When I woke up, I felt a little dizzy in my head.

He Lianjue turned his head to look at the sleeping woman beside him, and sat up slowly.

The slender beautiful arms wrapped around his waist softly, and he pulled them away calmly: "I'm leaving, you can sleep later."

"Okay." There was a kiss on the cheek, which was extremely nostalgic.

He didn't respond, just dressed and went out.

The cold wind blows towards the face, and the consciousness is suddenly much clearer. The warm jade and fragrance from last night have faded like a residual dream.

Another night like this, drunk and dreamy, but feeling so boring when I wake up.

Everyone was asking him when he was going to stabilize. In fact, this was like nonsense to him, because he didn't know how to answer, so it was useless to ask.

He just doesn't know how to like another person again.

Searching hard in the vast sea of ​​people, the colorful and charming women are just like the clouds in the past, but it is always difficult to erase the face hidden in the bottom of my heart. Unknowingly, the years are quietly wasted.

Then I thought, if it goes on like this, it will be bad news, not everyone has to have a relationship with a happy ending, and being in love with each other may have been a dream for him.

The white scenery in front of him made him stop, and it started to snow.

He Lianjue stretched out his hand to support his face, and pushed open the door.

The morning sun shone into the yard, and the gauze curtain on the bed was blown up and down.

Helian couldn't help frowning, the window was open in this weather, isn't she afraid of freezing to death?
His eyes fell on the empty bed, He Lianjue was slightly startled: "Si Qiao?"

There was only his voice in the spacious room, and there was no response.

A moment later, Tsing Yi's voice sounded behind him: "Palace Master, she is leaving for the palace early this morning."

The cold wind whistled past the ears, and the bamboo buildings and pines and cypresses in the distance were dyed white. When the wind blew, snowflakes fell.

Not far away, there is a crowd around the bonfire, laughing and laughing constantly, and pairs of figures cling to each other.

He Lian didn't know what he was thinking, and today he left his palace man behind and brought Bu Siqiao to this distant village.

She saw such a place in the book, longing for the touching love story that once happened here.

He had promised to bring her here, so he took advantage of this rare day to come together.

Looking around the crowd again, but couldn't find the familiar figure, He Lianjue frowned slightly, and walked to the wooden house where he was stationed.

"What are you doing?" He Lianjue looked at Bu Siqiao who was squatting on the ground with his back turned to him.

The little man who was caught stood up abruptly, looking frightened: "When did you come?"

The Tibetan Mastiff at the side also growled at He Lianjue in unison with the enemy, and rushed forward majestically.

"Little Babe." Bu Siqiao pulled the iron chain and coaxed him with a very inappropriate name, probably she helped the dog choose it herself.

Helian couldn't help sighing, she was wearing a white fox fur and a black hat, she looked more like a delicate doll, and the Tibetan mastiff she was holding made her look full of grandeur.

"What's behind you?" Helianjue raised his eyebrows and asked, puzzled by her secretive look.

"I'll show you later, okay?" She was very embarrassed.

"Not good." Rejecting her flatly, He Lianjue took another step forward.

"You..." Amidst the protest, she was easily hugged by him.

He Lianjue's eyes moved down, and he was stunned for a moment.

"What is this?" Suddenly, his throat felt a little dry.

"Cake," Bu Siqiao replied with some embarrassment, "birthday cake made of snow, every year when I celebrate my birthday with Saturday, my mother will make it for us, I don't know how to make it, and now I don't have materials, so I have to use There is a snowdrift, and I wanted to make it look better."

The cake is stacked in three layers, and the edges are even carefully patterned.

"Thank you for the ice cream," He Lianjue smiled lightly, lowered his head and untied her gloves, "Is it cold?"

Her hands were indeed icy, and no thick gloves would work after digging in the snow for so long.

Bu Siqiao shook her head, she loved the temperature of his palm so much, she couldn't help scrubbing his generous palm.

"But there is only one candle." She took out the candle from her sleeve, and waved it in front of his eyes as if offering a treasure, "I asked the aunt in the wooden house to borrow it."

The wind was a bit strong, Busiqiao put on gloves and surrounded the candles: "Come on, I'll protect you."

The faint fire light ignited in her hands, swaying gracefully, reflecting her delicate smile red, her watery eyes stretched out, and the waves of her eyes flowed, but they were so clear.

Helian couldn't help being startled, she was like this white snow, crystal clear, without a trace of dirt, so beautiful that people almost dare not look directly at her.

"Make a wish, my mother told me that the wish made on my birthday will definitely come true." Bu Siqiao looked anxiously at the absent-minded man in front of him, his face was covered by the hazy night, and there was actually a kind of sadness Suddenly, she felt flustered.

The moment the candlelight was extinguished, the eyes dimmed slightly, and He Lianjue just remained silent.

Since he was a child, few people could remember his birthday, let alone celebrate his birthday with his friends. He didn't have many friends.

It was the first time for him to spend his birthday in such a quiet way. This scene may be unforgettable in his life, but all of this was brought to him by a child.

After an unknown amount of time, he stood up slowly, as if such a simple movement required a lot of strength.

Bu Siqiao looked up at him, behind him was the vast night sky, the river of stars twinkling, so dazzling.

But his expression fell into the darkness, making it hard for her to see clearly.

"Siqiao, come here, I have something to tell you." He whispered and pulled her into his arms.

"What's wrong?" She asked, seeming to hear a soft sigh above her head.

"You like me, don't you?"

Bu Siqiao froze all of a sudden.

"I promised to bring you here, and now we are here, but, Siqiao, do you know? Books are always different from reality. Books are the unsatisfied dreams that people write through imagination. Many times, dreams It will always be just a dream, never realized."

Just like him, he has long since given up his extravagant hopes for family affection and love.

"I don't want to listen!" Bu Siqiao covered his ears subconsciously, and looked at him warily, as if every word he uttered was poisonous.

What is he trying to say?Why is she so flustered and scared?
"Siqiao," he called her in a very soft tone, but he pulled her hands down cruelly and forcefully, "Listen to me..."

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd. They followed the prestige, but found that the streamer in the sky, magical and unreal, took everyone's breath away.

"It's a meteor!" Bu Siqiao shouted excitedly, pulling He Lianjue to jump in the snow. At that moment, Lian Helianjue was shocked by the scene in front of him, speechless in surprise.

String after string of stars flashed across the sky, one after another, as if coming and going without a trace, just like the figure of a lover, making people want to pursue it, but there is no trace to be found.

"He Lianjue," Bu Siqiao suddenly calmed down and looked up at him, "If you can even meet shooting stars, why can't you believe in other dreams?"

He Lianjue remained silent, but Busiqiao saw the brilliant starlight on his face, and she could almost hear her frantic heartbeat.

"Do you know what I wished just now?" He Lianjue finally spoke with a calm tone.

She looked at him.

"I hope you give up on me, Siqiao."

(End of this chapter)