Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 132 Remnants (1)
A heart-to-heart break of the true feelings surprises the people on the cliff.

With tears in her beautiful eyes, Xiuyu Wanyue held his hand tightly, as if she was afraid of staying in a dream.

Years of caring, but after the pain is over, it is so sincere, the heart of love and love is still the same, but the eyes and eyebrows have changed.

Although there is a gut-wrenching feeling in my heart, as long as he is willing to forgive her, what else is there to look forward to and long for?

After all, I can't go back, no matter how deep the affection is, I can only bury it in my heart and turn it into the most lingering lingering.

Misleading others and oneself once is enough, no matter how extravagant expectations are, it is beyond duty.

Xiuyu Wanyue left his warm embrace, smiling softly, like a snowy wind, her eyes turned, and she said in a warm voice: "Piaoyu, I finally feel at ease. It's so good, I don't ask or complain, I just hope you As soon as Xuesi returns to Wu, marries a good wife, and smiles proudly in the Jianghu, I will be filled with joy."

Lu Yu stood with his hands behind his back, with a smile on the corner of his lips, as if time had returned to the age of fourteen.

The eyes of the two are intertwined, and they are all eyes of love, but what floats on the surface is calm like water, the years are beautiful flowers, the flowers fade and bloom, and they offer incense every year, clean and elegant, secluded and thick, It's nothing more than relaxing with the heart.

Xiqiu almost burst into tears.

Such two men and women, who are as clear as water, finally dispel their respective grievances, and stay together in time together. In the future, the clouds will be calm and the wind will be light, and there will be no more entanglements.

Xiqiu quietly tidied up the silk paintings dyed with colored ink and flowers, wiped clean the emerald green desk, turned her eyes lightly, and was about to leave when Lu Yu suddenly called out: "Miss Xiqiu, please stop."

"What's the matter, Mr. Yu?" Xi Qiu stopped, her lips congealed solemnly.

Lu Yu walked to the side, took the silk painting in her hand, stared at it, and suddenly felt that the woman painted in the sad place was so beautiful as autumn water, paler and more colorful.

The light purple in the painting is smiling cunningly at the flowers, with a flickering dimple, which is touching.

The beautiful eyes are clear and transparent, as if caressing his vicissitudes of face, just like the tenderness and sweetness of the past, the beauty of a watery clean woman lies in her obedience and softness.

"Miss Xiqiu has been with Zi'er for a while, I don't know what last words she has for me?" Lu Yu's eyes were dimmed like mist, as if he had the deepest hope, and he was afraid that her answer would shatter his innocence. Dream.

"Why didn't Mr. Yu ask Miss Qingmo? She understands better than I do." Xi Qiu glanced at him coldly, lowered her head, took the painting in his hand, rolled it into a ball, and clenched her palm tightly, as if she wanted to squeeze away anger and anger. Painful double torment.

"I believe in you even more!" Lu Yu's short sentence was as decisive and resolute as ever, and she was not allowed to reject it for no reason.

There was a glimmer of light in Xi Qiu's eyes, and her eyes were fixed on him with spiritual smoke in her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled into a sad look: "Sister Zi just told me, if you are in pain because of her, don't hate that person. "

"That person? Who is it?" Lu Yu couldn't help clenching his hands in his wide sleeves, but asked in a calm voice.

"Sister Zi is looking forward to the blossoming of the cycad tree. When the flowers bloom, people will return, and the love will continue to warm the heart. Sister Zi will never forget Mr. Yu's promise. It is a pity that the flowers finally bloom, but people are far away. Sister Zi guards the whole world alone. Tiehua tree, said softly, when the fruit is ripe, Mr. Yu will taste it with her. The fragrance is fragrant in June, and the phoenix is ​​red in October. It is so beautiful, but she dare not taste it alone, fearing it will be bitter. She collected and stored a bag full of a hundred or so grains, all of which were carefully selected by Sister Zi and carefully locked in the cuckoo cabinet. Later, my sister caught a cold and was extremely depressed, both negative and negative. It's not going to get better. Qingmo got some sweet fruits from somewhere, the taste is very fragrant, my sister likes it very much, although her body is better, but she is limp and unable to move, gradually she doesn't want to eat, and she is getting more and more haggard I lost weight. Sister Zi said to throw away the phoenix eggs, and it’s useless to keep them. I was a little reluctant, so I secretly took the crushed pieces and fed them to the lady in snow clothes, and she would die in the evening.” Xiqiu’s voice was like ice and snow The landing was crisp, and boundless deep sorrow spread everywhere in this pink, pink, and green garden. Tears fell like beads, and I couldn't bear to recall any more.

(End of this chapter)