My Darling Sick Beauty

The setting sun falls to the West.

Zhongnanshan is as snowy as ever.

I suffered a little bit when I heard the nocturnal harmony and got stuck in the last step for hundreds of years. He was trapped in the last state of mind test, suffering for a long time in the magic sea.

But up to now, even the precious love of the little devil can be tempered to be tough and remove the fragile appearance.

The vicissitudes of life, four wild change, only Zhongnanshan white plum as before, dark fragrance Ying sleeve.

Jiang Zheliu has been waiting for him for hundreds of years, but the other party has only recently left the pass. They say goodbye to Zhong lingyuxiu's seclusion and travel to the world.

The snow has fallen the plum branches.

He stood in front of the inscription beside the pines and cypresses, and the world was cold.

What's good to travel in the mountains? He has seen many rivers and mountains. It's just that different people around him have different moods.

He wants to say goodbye to his father.

It's like saying goodbye to his parents. It's like a lonely and calm child who suddenly finds a partner who can really accept him. After the dust and smoke have passed and the worries have disappeared, he brings him to his parents.

Even if his reincarnated parents are just an ancient inscription.

Together, the two of them buried all the ancestors that the Communist Party could worship in the earth. The father of Wen renye had only clothes tomb, which he had seen in the demon world before. Jiang Zheliu did not expect to meet that Xiaoxiong again in this way.

Yin and yang are separated, and the spirit returns to heaven and earth.

Now in front of his master, the situation is the same. There are thousands of people on the way, not just the two of them.

Time is like a long river, rushing forward, unwilling to review.

Jiang Zheliu was still a snow colored dress when he first came here. He added a light colored outer garment, which was insisted on by Wen renye because he looked comfortable.

I don't know if it's the psychological sequelae of the sick beauty to the little devil, or his bad habit of "I think you're cold" has broken out again.

Jiang Zheliu didn't care much. He took a wrong step behind him and followed the smell of the night.

He wiped the stone tablet and wiped the snow off it. Ice and snow melt in the palm, as if invading his blood and skin.

The afterglow reflected.

"Disciple..."

He just started. He seemed to want to say something to master, but he shook his head again. For a moment, he couldn't think of what to say.

Jiang Zheliu stopped for a moment, lowered himself slowly, pressed his forehead on the back of his hand, and closed his eyes.

The chill came from the stone tablet and penetrated into his ice and snow road.

How can he be affected by the low temperature. But Jiang Zheliu still has a feeling that he wants to frostbite his soul. He is tired, he has no idea what to do, he has been honed hard for so many years, and he is not surprised. He is telling him his grievances.

Mature men sometimes can not be so mature, sometimes know that this is the right way, but also go quite hard.

He didn't feel that he was outstanding. He just pushed to this position and didn't abandon it.

Hesitation, pain, anxiety, remorse.

No emotion has never been experienced.

Jiang Zheliu's cold skin is full of hatred for his incompetence, but these emotions appeared and disappeared early, and he had stabilized his mind before he became famous.

Gravel is ground into pearls, soft places are often full of bloodstains.

Until now, he will only show his gratitude to the Late Teacher under the gaze of the Taoist priest.

Jiang Zheliu opened his eyes again. What he saw was a piece of flawless snow. He raised his head, took back his hands, and folded his finger bones into his sleeves.

A voice came out of the throat that hadn't moved for a long time.

"All the disciples are well now."

He has nothing to say.

Jiang Zheliu was named after Zhu Wenyuan. The word "Zheliu" often means parting, and it also makes people think of parting. His master knew from the beginning that he could not be with him forever.

However, he has found a partner who can tell for a long time.

Jiang Zheliu looks back at the little devil.

The other side seemed to be a little hesitant, a little tight, and asked in a low voice, "do I want to kneel?"

Jiang Zheliu's mood was suddenly activated by this sentence, and all his thoughts were disturbed. He thought for a moment and said, "kneel down, my master, what's your identity?"

Hearing this, I was a little anxious: "of course it's an apprentice..."

He suddenly thought that there was no such a devil's name in Xiuzhen world.

Jiang Zheliu slightly raised his lips, calmly and gently answered: "daughter in law?"

At night, he stopped thinking and showed a puzzled look: "daughter in law

The little devil also wants face. Even if he is annoyed by the nagging of his subordinates after he can't fight the devil, he still takes a conservative attitude on the matter that he has to suffer losses in terms of address.

"No?" Jiangzheliu road.

"... I can't help it."

Wen renye likes to talk like this since he was beaten by Jiang Zheliu. He seems to be extremely wronged and innocent.

Jiang Zheliu was about to be amused by him. He endured it. He didn't know why he could laugh all over when he heard that he was a demon at night. He raised his hand and hugged the little demon king. He put his face on his shoulder and smirked twice. He said in a low voice, "little daughter-in-law, let your husband have a look."

Jiang xianzun once said this, which is really rare.

He put his hand on Wen renye's cheek and held each other's chin for a long time. He was very aggressive and choosy.

"I can't even give birth, and I always suffer from backache. I'll leave you alone."

Jiang Zheliu said this in a joke, with an obvious smile in his words.

The night of hearing people had already heard it, but he was used to it. He retorted and blurted out: "no way!"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said nothing.

The little demon king then reacted. His eyes moved down slowly and quietly. He glanced at him and said in his ear: "you... Are great to have children?"

Jiang Zheliu thought about it and said, "it's a little bit bigger than you."

Wen renye, who dares to refute him, can only be weak and helpless and hold each other pitifully. He says with ulterior motives: "although I don't like having children, i... cough in the process of having children."

Fortunately, this demon is not insane yet, and he knows to be a little more restrained.

Jiang Zheliu patted her daughter-in-law on the shoulder, then rubbed her fingers and took out a pot of wine from her waist ring.

Their storage ring is open to each other, the Taoist couple can read each other, there is no privacy.

Anyway, those patterns stored in Wenren night were confiscated, and he was sad for several days.

The pot of wine Jiang Zheliu took out is the eternal dust, which is extremely sweet. He drank two mouthfuls, hot with sweet taste, burning down the lung tube from the throat, nothing else, it was really very happy.

Wen renye didn't stop him for a moment, and he didn't dare to stop him. He deeply understood his family status. He could only look at each other eagerly, trying to make Jiang Zheliu find out his conscience, and could see his disapproval.

It has to be said that Jiang Zheliu has been with him for a long time, and his conscience is almost gone.

He turned a blind eye to the little devil's sight. He didn't put the wine back until he had drunk enough. He was very polite and returned to the original place.

At night, I felt like saying nothing. Before I could say a word, I saw a short white gourd climbing up the snow slope on the other side.

Shi Bingchen looked at the little wax gourd behind him. He was relieved when he saw the baby grasp firmly and jump up. He turned to the direction of the devil.

Small wax gourd clumsily stand firm from the snow slope, and then see the river broken willow, in front of an instant bright, almost a let go, and rushed into his father's arms with his short legs.

Jiang Zheliu was pounced on by the cub. He picked up the child who looked only four or five years old and held him in his arms.

The baby is soft and white, and hardly grows, even for hundreds of years.

"Daddy!" The little wax gourd hugged him for a while and was afraid that he would be carried out by another bad guy's father. He seized the time and tried his best to let go when he could hardly hold his father's love at night. His eyes bent and said, "father! I'm building the foundation today

The growth is slow. It's three or five hundred years since the foundation was built. It's really

Wen renye can't help but want to knock his head and question his genes. His little willow must be perfect. It's probably his own pot.

But he knew in his heart that it should have nothing to do with their genes. It was a matter of luck. Jiang Zheliu is not merciful at all. Xiao Han's Qi is so oppressed that he is even worse than ordinary people.

But it's not the daily luck, it's the long-term luck.

Moreover, Jiang Zheliu goes a little bit too far. Because Xiao Han's talent is also very outstanding, he also seals a hundred million points of talent, but the seal will be gradually lifted with the passage of time, in order to lay a good foundation for his children.

After three or five hundred years of construction, the foundation is really solid.

At the moment, our dog left don't know what happened. He is still lovingly rubbing his father and his parents, making faces at his father on Jiang Zheliu's shoulder.

Wen renye felt a little sympathy for him inexplicably.

Little wax gourd had enough, so he held Jiang Zheliu's neck and whispered in his ear: "Dad, I planted Jasmine in the pine house."

Jiang Zheliu also asked him in a low voice: "do you think it can open after planting?"

It's impossible to look at this cold posture.

Small wax gourd in front of a bright, raise the volume: "I think it can!"

"Good." Jiang Zheliu said with a smile, "that must be OK."

His words were blown to pieces by the breeze.

The plum tree full of snowflakes was also disturbed by the wind. The snow with plum petals fell down and blew over his clothes.

Wen renye took his hand from behind.

Hold it tight.

The person who loves you most doesn't have the ability to make the four seasons change, nor the perfect ability to turn the world upside down. His advantages and disadvantages are fully displayed in front of us. But he is willing to open a winter jasmine, but not long day and night, not long wait.

Every day, every year.

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Sorry, I can write myself crying. Maybe my sadness is not from the content, but from the word "end".

In the whole process of creation, the readers who pursue more are actually the ones closest to my heart. Thank you for your encouragement all the time, for your tolerance of a poor work, and for your persistence in the legal edition.

Every time the words touch the heart, it is the soul of the character who says to the reader:

"I love you."

I hope I bring you all happiness.

Good morning. It's a new day. I love you.