Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 130: Bitter Eyes (2)
Yerui lowered her eyes and smiled, twisting her blue handkerchief, seeming happy and angry, shy and delicate, her love is overwhelming.

Xiuyu Jianhuang's eyes were filled with joy, and his mind was in a trance, as if standing in front of her was the young Wanyue, pestering her to act coquettishly, and at the end, she turned and left with tears in her eyes, her eyes were full of no hesitation, and she was also a severing hatred. Cherish each other.

Her brow bone couldn't help being sour, and how many times she woke up in the middle of the night, only to find out that the desolate years of being dependent on each other turned out to be so beautiful, so beautiful that she didn't dare to touch it lightly, and didn't dare to pierce the riddled holes.

Xiuyu Jianhuang stared blankly at Ye Rui as he lifted the curtain and left.

Although, she single-handedly ruined her younger sister's infatuation and ruined her life's happiness.

However, for the revival of the family, sacrifice is unavoidable, even her own daughter, she has no love for her, let alone mere siblings?
"It's time to go and see, Yue'er, don't complain about the elder sister, the elder sister is also helpless, not heartless." Xiuyu Jianhuang sat alone on the red sandalwood couch, feeling lonely, with tears of loss and helplessness finishing touch.

No matter how strong, she is a woman after all.

In the lonely time and space, I miss my family and kindness the most.

Even if Wanyue refuses to forgive her ruthless sister, she has to melt away a drop of frost and snow first, in order to resolve future grievances.

Xiuyu Jianhuang was a little restless, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes lost their luster, he gritted his teeth for a long time, got up and took the peony handkerchief from the couch, and walked slowly to the Meteor Garden.

Following behind were a few clever maidservants, Xiu Yujian Huang waved a handkerchief with his side eyes, his brows were soft, his red lips were round and he whispered softly: "Forget it, I'll walk by myself, close the door and disperse too. "

Hu Po took the lead, Nuonuo, and closed the door with her hands back, and they all scattered, as if the birds were free, free and easy, all laughed and chattered and went straight to the pomegranate pavilion in the east.

The pomegranate fruit is as red as fire. When they were young, the sisters stepped down the steps of the embroidery workshop, and they were so happy that they ran away from the rein?
Time is not old enough to urge people, the soul is happy and the soul is sad.

Xiuyu Jianhuang wiped the hot tears from his eyes with a rose-red handkerchief, raised his eyes to look at the blue sea and sky, relaxed his brows and eyes, calmed down his peaceful mind, and accelerated under his feet, as if if he slowed down, he would lose forever. up.

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Meteor Garden, with condensed fragrance and auspiciousness, clear smoke, thousands of lights, just like meteors without pomegranate red.

The door of the glazed courtyard is lightly closed, and under a Albizia juliensis tree, several jasper stone round benches are placed, surrounded by a round table made of red jadeite. , from time to time to concentrate on thinking carefully, as if to evoke the deepest memory.

Xiqiu quietly handed over a cup of lily and chrysanthemum tea to quench her thirst, and said softly: "Second Miss, rest, Sister Zi knows that you often paint her, so how can you be at peace with her understanding?"

"If I don't draw her, how can I feel at ease alone? I know who the enemy is, but I can't find her in the slightest. She is elusive, and it is difficult to find her face all year round." , angrily swung her sleeves, swept away the jade brush wash on the table, splashed the colored ink all over the floor, the ink was aggrieved and stained, and splashed wet her purple skirt.

Xi Qiuxiu frowned slightly, stared at her, and said in a warm voice like boiling water: "Sister Zi is like Ganoderma lucidum, she will never let the second miss break her heart, why can't the second miss look away? Hatred is a small thing." If you are alive and happy, it is a matter of great importance. If you do not return to the dead, if you do not wholeheartedly care for the person in front of you, it will be useless to repent for several lifetimes."

Xiuyu Wanyue sat on the jasper stool in a daze, rubbed her forehead and said nothing, her heart was as broken as powder, but she had no tears to shed.

(End of this chapter)