Chongfei Manual

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Song Hui was stagnation and thought he had got it wrong.

Wei Zheng wants to see him at this time?

His head was dizzy, he never indulged himself to drink so much wine, he only felt that he was not right, and he replied with this sentence. He licked his eyebrows and his voice was so dumb: "What happened to Aite’s sister looking for me?"

The silver building looked at the lake heart pavilion, and the people there were still pushing the cup, and no one noticed the situation here. Song Hui did not bring a waiter around, she dared to help him: "The lady did not say, but it seems very urgent, Song Shizi with me to see it ..."

Although Song Hui drank more wine, he did not reach the point where he could not walk. He waved his hands and separated them. He took two steps and barely stood firm on the shore. He bowed his head and woke up and awake: "Take me in the past."

In the eyes of the silver building, there is a hint of color that is not easy to detect, and the road is well-regulated: "Please come with me."

Song Hui did not say anything, and followed her behind her.

There are lanterns everywhere in Ziyu Mountain Villa. There is a stone pillar every 100 steps. The stone pillars are lit with a giant canopy, which makes the whole courtyard bright and bright. Even the cobblestone road under the foot is clear. Jintaiyuan has a section from the lakeside pavilion. Because it is the place where the girl lives, it is arranged far away. Walking through a cobblestone path, and then through the long hand-to-hand veranda, there is a colorful peony flower bud, and behind the flower garden is the Jintaiyuan.

After walking through this section, Song Hui’s mind is clear, but still no waking up.

He draped his head slightly, and the pair was always warm and smiling. For example, the eyes of Mu Chunfeng only left loneliness and loss. He remembered that Wei Wei had spoken to him during the day and raised a bitter smile on his lips.

He had a marriage contract with Wei Wei since he was a child. He knew that there was such a small doll from the age of six. When she grew up, she would marry him. When his wife, he worked with him for a lifetime. At that time, he still didn't know what it meant to be a pro, and only knew that she couldn't get rid of her in the future. This is his little tail, he has to take good care of her, not let her suffer any grievances. Later, taking care of it became a habit, and gradually it was as sweet as it was, and there was only her left in her heart, and others could no longer enter his eyes.

He was satisfied with the day he was looking forward to becoming a relative with her, but she suddenly said that she did not want to marry him. She never touched his men and women.

She has someone she likes...

That person is not him.

Song Hui originally thought that as long as she did not agree, as long as she broke into her house, she would love her in the future and she would be moved. Unfortunately, he thought too well. Without fate, there was no fate. He didn't even have the chance to touch her. The marriage became a bubble, and he was still alone. All these bamboo baskets were filled with water, and all of them were shaving their heads.

Song Hui walked absent-mindedly, and his mind was full of Wei Wei. At this time, he could not find a place to think about other things. So that Wei Zheng wants to see him, he didn't think much about it.

The silver building led him into the Jintaiyuan and stopped under a big banyan tree in the yard. No one under the tree, no seeing the Wei Zheng figure. She said: "My lady hasn't come yet. The child is waiting here for a while. She will come over in a while."

Song Hui didn't think much, his head was getting more and more painful, and he rarely showed a few tired colors. He leaned back against the trunk, his eyes closed and he didn't say a word.

The silver building quietly looked at him and asked him tentatively: "Is the son of Shizi drinking alcohol?"

He didn't have the heart to answer, only a little "hmm".

It’s really gentle and watery. It’s no wonder that Miss Four and Miss Wu like it. Miss Wu would rather get him regardless of his reputation... Silver House quietly thought in his heart, if Miss Wu can succeed tonight, after successfully marrying him, he It must be a dowry. The status of dowry is high, and maybe he can still wait around him. If he is fortunate enough to be seen by him, he will be a mother in the income room... It’s not bad to say that he can’t get his eyes. The silver building was winding around and I thought about it very far.

She is very quick to return to God. At the moment, she still has to help the five young ladies to do things. After the five ladies succeeded, they have the opportunity to turn her. She saw Song Hui not talking, remembered the words that Wei Zheng had given, and pretending to be anxious: "Why did the lady still not come... Xu is too far away, and the road is delayed. My lady lives in the most east room, and the child is here. Wait a moment, the blind man went to see what happened." Suddenly remembered something, patted the brain and suddenly realized: "Today, Miss Four came back from the back hill, it seems that her body is not very good, my lady went to see her, presumably this It took a while to delay."

Song Hui’s body was slightly stiff and he could not help but ask: “Auntie is sick?”

Yinlou said that he had nodded at the location: "Hui is something dirty in Houshan. I heard that Miss Si is not very good when she comes back, and her face is not good."

Speaking quietly to look at Song Hui, seeing him really care, not only sighs that the world's most care is still Miss Four. When she said that Miss Wu was in a hurry, he had no waves on his face. Now, when she heard that Miss Four was in poor health, she immediately became nervous.

She did not know whether Miss Si was sick or not, but it was true that Wei Wei’s face was not good after she came back from the back hill. She saw it with her own eyes.

The silver building pointed to one of the wing roads: "The lights in the room of Miss Four have already been extinguished early, so I must be uncomfortable, so I will rest."

After saying that she stopped talking, she walked to the east side of the wing. "I went to see Miss Wu, and the son of the world waited for a moment."

Song Hui stood under the banyan tree and looked at Wei Wei’s room for a long time.

She is sick? It’s still good when I watch it during the day. How come I suddenly get sick at night? Serious? Have you asked the doctor to see it? Song Hui Ming Ming did not want to think of her again, but she couldn't help but care about her. As long as she remembered her beautiful little face and sick, she showed a pitiful appearance and said, "I am uncomfortable", I can't help but feel soft.

In the end, she still can't let her go. In the past few years, he has been used to caring for her. Just like his bones, he has melted into his body and can't give up. It’s a slap in the evening.

Song Hui waited for a quarter of an hour, but did not see the silver building back. After hesitating for a long time, I finally walked to Wei Wei’s room.

Under the porch, the octagonal lamp was hung, the lights were faint, and a cool breeze hit, blowing the light and swaying, and even his shadow shook. He stood in front of the door and raised his hand to knock on the door.

The hand was lifted in half, but suddenly awake and stopped.

What is he doing? This is her boudoir. He went deep into the middle of the night, is he trying to harm her?

If you are worried about her condition, will it not come tomorrow morning?

Moreover, they have already said clearly enough during the day. Since there is no marriage contract, what position does he care about her? Even if you go in, what can you save? She has someone she likes. At this moment, she does not want to see him. He should not let her be embarrassed.

He stood outside the door and had no next move for a long time.

He had to numb his hands for a long time, and he let go and walked back.

Wei Wei said that he only be a brother, how can he have a brother who squats in the middle of the night? Since there is no fate, then don't give yourself hope, and it's a good deal.

Can you care about her in the future? He thought of this problem, his footsteps paused, and he immediately glimpsed and continued to move forward. I can only care about it in my heart. The person who cares about her is no longer his.

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After Song Hui left, the Jintai Academy fell into silence.

Not long after, the eucalyptus slowly walked out of a figure.

A sacred jewel of the Xuan Qing Bao Xiang, wrapped in his handsome and straight body. The moonlight hit the top of his head and shined on his beautiful and delicate side face. The little birthmark under the corner of his eye reflected the white light, which made him have a beautiful and beautiful beauty. His eyebrows are eyebrows, and when you look at people, the eyebrows are slightly picking up. There is always an unruly taste.

It is Li Wei.

Li Wei stood in the shadow and has never been discovered.

He leaned against the wall and heard the dialogue between Song Hui and Yan, knowing that Wei Wei was ill.

He looked at the dark-painted wing not far away, thinking for a long time, and finally took a step forward.

He has a lot of things to ask her, for example, did she really resign with Song Hui? Is she better with Zhao Wei? Where did they get to sleep with them? The more I think about it, the more difficult it is to cover up the anger and shock in the chest. He obviously is the least qualified to ask her. After all, they look at the two eyes. She is better with whom, and has nothing to do with him. But I couldn't help it, even if they met at the same time, they wanted to see her more and talk to her more.

He clenched the emerald gold in his hand and walked step by step to the door of Wei Wei's room. He plans to return this thing to her tonight, and after giving it back to her, he will be careless. Looking at this thing from time to time, I don’t always think of her, and I don’t want her thoughts getting stronger and stronger.

He stood in front of the door and raised his hand and knocked on the door. No one responded.

Are you asleep?

He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and pushed open the door and went inside the room.

The door was dim and there was a sweet fragrance in the nose. There wasn’t even a night in the house, quiet and silent. Isn't it ill, how can nobody care? Li Yan brows slightly, walks into the inner room, bypasses a landscape painting screen, and through the bright moonlight outside the window, barely can see the scene of the bed.

There was a man lying on the bed, and the hair was scattered, and he was facing him. The little figure, which looks extraordinarily fragile, makes him stop for a moment.

At this time, she looked very sloppy, did not face his cold and disgusting, weak and small to make him tremble.

The man on the bed was covered with a thin blue-and-white blanket, and Xu was awakened by his movements. He thought it was awkward, coughing and whispering: "Water...well, water..."

For the first time, Li Wei broke into the mortuary of the girl's house and had no experience. He was a little nervous, but he heard this sound but he was embarrassed. Although this voice is soft and sound, there is still some gap with Wei Wei. Wei Wei's tone is softer, softer and can be crispy into the bones, rather than now, some deliberate. Li Weizheng wanted to think more, the people on the bed coughed again, and the rush was more than a few words: "Golden, give me water..."

Li Wei knows that Wei Wei has a name called Jin Wei.

Probably because of illness, the voice changed.

He didn't leave immediately, staring at the figure on the bed for a long time, and then the ghost made him go down to the round table and poured a glass of water. Going to the bed, picking her up from the bed and handing it to her mouth: "Drink."

He feels that he is not very ill, isn't he saying that he is sending a donkey? Why are you staying to take care of her?

What is the relationship between her thirst and thirst?

Thinking about this, he frowned and was about to push her away. The delicate body was affixed without warning, and his arms wrapped around his waist, preventing him from leaving.

She wears very little, only a thin blouse, and no more. So that Li Wei can clearly feel the curvature of the girl, small and exquisite, just like the feeling of pressing her on the wall roots during the Shangyuan Festival that day.

The little girl hugged him tightly, even his cheeks in his arms, pitifully spoiled: "I am so cold..."

Li Yan was a stiff body, only to feel that there was a fire in the belly, and it was hot.