The sky was bright, Yang Huaiping changed into clothes in the room, he took Nie Xiaoqian out of the Fumanlou Restaurant and walked to the door of Qianqian's house, and he knocked on the door of Qianqian's house with a calm face.

Qianqian ran out of the room with a happy face and pulled the wooden door in the courtyard with a squeak, when she saw Nie Xiaoqian, who looked beautiful with a black umbrella, holding Yang Huaiping's arm affectionately, Qianqian suddenly felt a sour and astringent feeling in her heart.

Yang Huaiping said indifferently to Qianqian: "Let me introduce you, the person next to me is called Xiaoqian, she is my wife!"

Qianqian pinched the corner of her clothes with her hand, and said with a far-fetched smile on her face: "Sister Xiaoqian!"

Nie Xiaoqian lightly pursed her lips and said, "Hello Qianqian, in the future, Brother Yang and I will live in your house, please take care of me!"

Yang Huaiping looked at Qianqian playfully and smiled: "Qianqian, what's wrong, eat your sister Xiaoqian's vinegar, didn't I tell you a long time ago that I am a family person?"

Qianqian's brows furrowed, she twitched her beautiful nose and said, "It's nothing, Brother Yang and Sister Xiaoqian go in, I'll go cook for the two of you!"

Yang Huaiping nodded towards Qianqian, and he pulled Nie Xiaoqian into the courtyard of Qianqian's house.

At this moment, two rays of light suddenly shot out from the gate of Qianqian's house and shone on Nie Xiaoqian's body, but in an instant, she was repulsed, and the big black umbrella in her hand fell to the side.

Yang Huaiping looked at the bright red door god on the door of Qianqian's house and was slightly stunned, his figure flashed to Nie Xiaoqian's side, Yang Huaiping looked at the pale Nie Xiaoqian with a worried face and said, "Xiaoqian, are you okay?"

Nie Xiaoqian pursed her lips and said, "I'm a yin ghost, and the door god of the Qianqian family won't let me in!"

Yang Huaiping put her hands around Nie Xiaoqian's shoulders, and she gave her a bite of Yuanyang by sticking her lips to Nie Xiaoqian's thin lips.

After Qianqian saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable heartache.

Nie Xiaoqian's face slowly recovered, Yang Huaiping picked up the big black umbrella that fell on the ground and handed it to Nie Xiaoqian, and then he paced to Qianqian, who was standing at the wooden door.

Qianqian looked at Yang Huaiping who came over, her brows furrowed, and she couldn't help but speak: "Sister Xiaoqian is ......"

Yang Huaiping said with a serious face: "Qianqian, Xiaoqian and I can't go to your house, when I pick the flowers of the iron tree, I will come to pick you up, are you willing to follow me out of this world?"

Qianqian fell into a deep silence, and after a long while, she shook her head towards Yang Huaiping and said: "Brother Yang, these days when you are not by my side, I have thought a lot alone, I always feel that the distance between you and me is too far away, I still have to stay here to take care of my mother, I can't leave with you......"

As Qianqian continued to speak, two lines of tears flowed down her face, and after seeing the scene in front of her, Yang Huaiping bit her lip and took out a white porcelain bottle from her arms and opened the lid.

But Qianqian's tears did not float into the white porcelain vase on their own, and what she shed was not sincere and loving tears.

Yang Huaiping hugged Qianqian in his arms, and he said in a deep voice: "Qianqian, maybe you are too young and don't know what true love is, but you will understand it when you grow up!"

Qianqian pushed Yang Huaiping's arms away, she cried and turned her head and ran into the yard, Yang Huaiping knew that Qianqian's turn, they might become forever with each other, and the corners of his mouth gradually showed a bitter smile that could not be dispersed.

Immediately Yang Huaiping paced towards Nie Xiaoqian, Nie Xiaoqian looked at Yang Huaiping who was slowly walking towards him and said, "I can see that Qianqian really likes you, why do you treat her like this!"

Yang Huaiping said in a dry tone: "I myself feel that the future is uncertain, she is destined to be displaced with me, and an ordinary and simple life is not a good thing for her!"

Nie Xiaoqian's brows couldn't help frowning, his lips curled and he wanted to say something, but he still chose to be silent.

Yang Huaiping took out a jar of wine from the bag embroidered with roses, and after a few sips, he took Nie Xiaoqian and walked towards Qingtong Creek.

……

As they walked farther and farther away, Yang Huaiping and Nie Xiaoqian, who was holding a big black umbrella, came to Qingtong Creek, where many tall plane trees grew on both sides of the riverbank.

At this time, a rumbling thunder sounded in the sky, followed by a sudden heavy downpour, and Yang Huaiping and Nie Xiaoqian's bodies were instantly soaked by the rain.

Yang Huaiping lay on the edge of the stone bridge with a calm face, and he looked up at the sky falling hundreds of millions of drops of rain and fell into a deep silence.

At this time, Nie Xiaoqian walked to Yang Huaiping's side with a big black umbrella, she shook Yang Huaiping's arm and said, "I called you several times, and you didn't promise me, what are you thinking!"

The corners of Yang Huaiping's mouth drew a bitter arc, and he shot at Nie Xiaoqian's forehead without warning, and Yang Huaiping communicated that Nie Xiaoqian's spirit fell into meditation.

……

At that time, it was a rainstorm pouring weather, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, playing a tattered yellow umbrella, Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, who looked dazed, met in Lanruo Temple, and scenes of acquaintance, acquaintance, and love occurred one after another.

In an instant, Nie Xiaoqian, who was caught in the whirlpool of memories, suddenly opened her eyes, and at the same time, Yang Huaiping spurted out blood.

Nie Xiaoqian shook Yang Huaiping's body with a somewhat crazy expression, and she trembled involuntarily: "Brother Yang, you said that I love Ning Caichen so much, why does he still treat me like this!"

Yang Huaiping felt his qi and blood surging up and spit out a mouthful of blood again, he never expected that it was Nie Xiaoqian who would suddenly wake up from meditation.

At this time, Nie Xiaoqian was still chattering.

"Brother Yang, do you know that when I first met Ning Caichen, I was deeply infatuated with him!"

"Brother Yang, why did you say that Ning Caichen wanted to hurt me, is it because I haven't been good enough for him!"

"Brother Yang, I have obviously forgotten these past memories, why did you remind me again!"

……

As Nie Xiaoqian kept speaking, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, Yang Huaiping took out the white porcelain bottle from his arms with a bitter face and opened the lid, and the tear in the corner of Nie Xiaoqian's eyes floated into the white porcelain bottle by itself.

Yang Huaiping struggled to stand up, she hugged Nie Xiaoqian tightly in her arms, Yang Huaiping didn't say anything, he wanted to wait quietly for the arrival of darkness, quietly waiting for the tide to surge at midnight, waiting for the iron tree to bloom, Yang Huaiping knew that he was not worthy of saying anything, because he was also a rotten person!

Nie Xiaoqian curled up in Yang Huaiping's arms very sadly, she went from sobbing to sobbing, from sobbing to crying, until the pain filled the entire space......