Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 242
He is surrounded by sandalwood charcoal, which has a deep fragrance.

Feng Yizhu pushed away Jiangye, knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and screamed: "Brother!"

That's right, it is Feng Chunyi, the white clothes are better than snow, the handsome face is full of affection, and it is as soft as life.

The bitter eyes are vain, soft on the graceful arms.

Jiang Ye had been obsessed with him for five years, gray-haired and haggard because of him. To her, he was a vast sky and a thick earth, and her world was uniquely desolate because of him.

How similar is this feeling of wanting nothing to Feng Chunyi's obsession with his mother?The same persistence, the same bitterness, but the same willingness to be alone.

Dead silence, originally affectionate.

Feng Yizhu walked to the couch on his knees, not daring to reach out to touch it, the breath of the living is turbid, it will destroy the spirituality of the dead, right?

Jiang Ye stared at her with compassionate eyes, as if condensing the wind and pure clothes, and sighed quietly: "I used sandalwood charcoal to protect his real body, to keep his body fresh and not bad. And there are several balls in his belly." , with high-quality jade in his mouth, even though he has been alive for thousands of years, even though he cannot see the light or speak, to me, he just slept for a long time. You can touch it, but not for too long!"

Feng Yizhu nodded in tears, Jiang Ye turned around, covered the screen, and protected it again to prevent the strong light from piercing.She didn't leave by herself, she sat upright, her fingertips slowly regained her composure, and lightly caressed the piano.

The sound of the piano is bitter yet sweet, as if waiting for a certain time to come, when she and him will really meet in heaven.

Kuyi stared blankly at Feng Chunyi, he really just slept for a long time, sleeping in a quiet corner, accompanied by his confidante, playing the piano and talking every day, but what about her parents?Where are her parents?

Sadness hits without boundaries, and countless sad leaves have fallen from my heart.

Xiudong took the bitter barley, caressed her face softly, and said softly: "Yao'er, let's go, I will take you to see your parents!"

Kuyi's palm trembled, and a touch of joy enveloped his chest, knowing everything in his heart.

Jiang Ye kept Feng Chunyi's body intact, and so did her parents.

With mixed feelings in my heart, I wish I could fly under my feet.

Xiudong brought Kuyi and Yutong to Qianyi Garden.

Qianyiyuan, the place where her mother lived before her death, Xiudong still used her original name, as if she had restored the original appearance of the Hou Mansion.

Kuyi shivered and pushed open the door, and hurried into the inner hall, but there was no one on the couch, feeling lost and heartbroken.

Xiudong shook his head and said angrily: "You child, you are still short-tempered. You are as noble as your father and mother. If I put it here, how can I feel at ease? Come with me."

Xiudong stretched out his hand to press on the wall, revealing a partition door, opened the partition door, there are six stairs underneath, the stairs are classic and elegant, the fragrance is overwhelming, it is actually unique.

Going down to the bottom, there is a magnificent main hall just like the ground. In the middle of the main hall, there is a huge crystal coffin. In the coffin lie side by side Xiao Mian and Zhao Li. Xiu Dong used thousand-year-old ice edges to protect their real bodies.

Their faces were peaceful, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, and there was a smile on their lips as before, as if Zimo Hongchen had finally calmed down, and no one could disturb their happiness.

I think that both parents are very noble and clean-hearted. Only in this way can they be happy, right?There are no burdens, no sins, no responsibilities, and no entanglements of all kinds. Their world is as pure as glass and mica, unstained and untainted, which is really good.

Tears of bitter barley fell like rain, and she smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)