Yan all over the world

Chapter 150 Who is helpless and the story will be longer (5)
"This is……"

Impatiently reaching out to take it, He Lanyou gave way slightly, but when the wind blew, a pair of hands appeared out of thin air, and snatched the brocade handkerchief away.

It was Jinxie, who saw the brocade handkerchief from the beam, and immediately grabbed it.

Jinxie's gaze met the brocade handkerchief, and his expression changed drastically. He held the brocade handkerchief tightly, without blinking his eyes. I looked at him worriedly. After reading the front, I turned over to look at the back. His pale face was becoming paler and paler, and the reddish flames could not even stain blood. He was holding the brocade handkerchief as if it weighed as much as a thousand catties. Gradually, his palms, which had always been stable and seemed to be able to hold a weight of even weight, trembled involuntarily. stand up.

I turned my head, barely suppressing the grief in my heart...Master, you are also a poor person...

I don't know how long the stagnant atmosphere passed, so long that even Mu Xin, who was standing far away, felt it, and turned around suspiciously.

Jinxie shook his hand, and the brocade handkerchief fell to the ground leisurely.

An embroidered portrait, with snowy skin and beautiful face.

It was my proud mother who passed away sadly.

"what!"

The long howling sound rushed out of the chest with such intense grief and anger, and pierced the sky. The howling sound shook the dead trees and leaves outside the ancestral hall, and the bright moon was hidden in the clouds, even the lively and fierce flames were dimmed.

Before the whistle sounded, Jin Xie was swept away by a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, it was already several miles away, and that desolate, desolate, and full-bodied whistling sound still came from afar.

The white shadow flashed, but it was Mu Xin who wanted to chase after him, so I stretched out my hand to stop it, and sighed softly, "Let Master be alone."

Slowly reaching out, tearfully picked up the brocade handkerchief.

In Jinpali, the woman stood under a tree of plum blossoms, with a deep curtain behind her, the westerly wind was blowing, her temples were still full of mist and mist, but she was still young, with exquisite and beautiful eyebrows, although she had a familiar indifferent look, but It is the light with a little miss and concern, not the lonely and sad lingering light that I am familiar with many years later. The eyes are full of life, but in a blink of an eye, the years bloom two flowers.

On the side of the embroidered portrait, there is a beautiful small seal script, "The curtain rolls light frost in the morning, and you try the plum makeup with your hands. It is because of your own hatred, so the painting is far away from the mountains. Thinking about the past, cherishing the fragrance, it is easy to be hurt, and the song is first restrained. Laughing and frowning is the most heartbreaking."

I looked up, tears flowed back into my eyes, and I didn't move for a long time before slowly turning over the back.

On the back of the embroidered image, the ink is dripping, but it is a majestic wild grass: "I bid farewell, my heart is hard to let go, and I will never miss a little love. I lean on the railing sleeve to blow the snow. The stream is slanted, the mountain is covered, and people go."

"Wuxu Wuxu, I will bear you in this life, and remember the next life, the blue sky and the yellow spring, I will never forget each other..."

After writing, the handwriting was scattered and scribbled, and it was obvious that the person who wrote the pen was distracted.

There are still a few words vaguely written about my daughter Huai Su, but the writing is weak, and the ink is blurred by unknown water. I have tried for a long time, but I still can't make out the handwriting, so I have no choice but to give up.

I moved the embroidered portrait away, I was afraid that my tears would wet the mother's portrait.

Someone gently handed over a silk handkerchief, which was white and clean, lined with a pair of beautiful and steady hands. I raised my hand to take it, wiped the corners of my eyes, and forced a smile and said to Mu Xin: "Come on, get in my way, don't let me The crying face was laughed at by irrelevant people."

Mu Xin sighed softly, as if she suddenly forgot about the mess on the ground, she lifted her robe and sat beside me, and said calmly, "Cry if you want, no one in this world would dare to laugh at you."

I sniffed and said in a hoarse voice, "Why am I crying? Is it worth crying because of a few hypocritical words? That's a joke."

In my heart, I sighed leisurely, yes, I was crying because of these few words.

Emotional matters have nothing to do with oneself, so who can tell the truth?Therefore, I have been silent about my mother's infatuation and resentment. It is her choice, and I can only respect it. However, in my heart, I don't feel that she is worthless.

Now seeing my father hide this embroidered portrait together with Ziming Chongbao so precious and precious in the dense wall of the study, seeing the lingering words in the embroidered book written by my mother, seeing those few short sentences buried in tears, My unwillingness and resentment, like a congested spring, suddenly had an outlet, and all of them turned into dripping tears, rolling hot in my heart over and over again.

On the opposite side, someone snorted softly and repeated in a low voice: "Irrelevant...irrelevant?"

Before I looked up in astonishment at the inexplicably cold He Lanyou, I saw him smile without a smile, and with a wave of his silver robe, a gust of cold wind was blown up from the tail of his wide sleeves, which immediately extinguished the burning fire.

Darkness and cold fell suddenly.

In the silence, he could be heard leisurely saying: "Since you don't want to be watched by irrelevant people crying, I'll help you put out this obstructive light!"

Even though the light is dim, I still seem to feel the endless bleakness and indifference in his face. This young man who has always been warm, in the dark, is exuding a biting cold air all over his body, and his eyes are like lightning, which makes me lose my mind for a moment and forget sad or angry.

An awkward silence.

But there was a faint sound of running and panting.

I was just about to get rid of this embarrassing situation, when I heard the sound, I immediately stood up and rushed out of the door, but I heard the wind blowing slightly beside me, when I turned around to look, it was the weak scholar who had also rushed out at the same time as me.

I couldn't help being surprised, this scholar has a sick face, he looks very weak, never thought that Qinggong is not weaker than others, his position is behind me, but he can come first, it seems that martial arts is still above me .

Feeling vigilant, he moved slightly to the side before looking up.

This is a stunned look.

I saw a few people staggering towards them in the night, all of them in ragged clothes and in a state of embarrassment. The robes, which seemed to be of good quality, were covered with blood-stained tears, and their faces were covered with dust and dirt. The few people in front supported each other and moved forward, panting. Among the two people behind him, one was limping, holding a long sword tightly, and looking back from time to time, while the other was holding his left arm, protecting them and running forward.

I frowned, feeling that the middle-aged man rushing forward with his arms covered looked quite familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.

I was thinking, but I heard the scholar next to me let out a slight snort.

At the same time, shouts came.

I focused my eyes and looked far away, and saw a group of soldiers behind the fleeing people, there were as many as a hundred soldiers. When I saw the round helmet and red tassels, I was startled.

(End of this chapter)