The thirty-twenty-eighth time is heartbroken

Ji Youyang didn't know how long he had been standing, and he vaguely heard Zhong Yushuang's thick whisper from the cabin, soft, soft, delicate, and gentle, he subconsciously listened, and the soft whisper of the woman involved a certain pain in the depths of his soul. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He frowned, feeling his heart being torn apart little by little. Raising his head, he saw a bright moon hanging in the sky, he thought for a moment, tonight should be fifteen or sixteen, the moon is the roundest and brightest, the moonlight is clear, bright, cold, and faint, hanging high in the dark sky, as if quietly gazing at the whole earth.

His mind was in a trance, as if he saw that behind the cold moonlight, on a vast snowfield, a fairy with ice and jade slowly came to him. He was in a good spirit, and was about to meet him, but found that there was nothing in front of him, and the lake reflected the moonlight, clear and bright.

Immediately, he heard Yushuang singing, a song in a low, tactful, and delicate voice.

This girl is singing again!

He remembered listening to her sing when he was in the capital, when she was a happy, cheerful girl. He couldn't help but listen, carefully catching her voice, and the lyrics were beautiful and strange:

"The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy,

Fireflies lit up the night sky;

The mountains are hazy, the water is hazy,

The sound of chirping insects is grunting;

The flowers are hazy, the night is hazy,

The evening breeze gently knocks on the curtains;

The lights are dim, the people are dim,

I hope we dream together tonight!"

Ji Youyang felt a trace of bitterness in his heart, couldn't help but sigh lightly, turned his gaze, looked at the lake and fell into deep thought.

In the cabin, Zhong Mengshuang was very happy that Yushuang was singing again, she smiled and said, "Our sisters still have the best voices." ”

I only heard one person laugh and said: "Miss Zhong Si has a good singing voice." ”

When the two sisters turned their heads to look, Murong Shu was walking in, and continued with a smile: "It's a pity, why don't you sing it out loud? ”

Zhong Yushuang smiled and said, "Sister Min, they don't want to listen to me sing, they are most afraid that people will scare away their fish at this time." She found that Murong Shu had been looking at her sister with her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in her heart, and then said, "I'll go and see how many fish they have caught." With that, he stood up and ran out quickly.

Murong Shu and Zhong Mengshuang were left in the cabin, and the two didn't speak for a long time.

Zhong Mengshuang was a little angry in his heart, why? Why did she have to wait for him to speak? Why couldn't she tell him that she liked him? Because he liked another girl? Or was he afraid that he would refuse? Her heart was pounding, would he?

She involuntarily looked up at him, and the two made eye contact, and her heart beat and she blushed, but she still mustered up the courage to look at him.

Murong Shu stood upright, meeting her gaze, trying to squeeze out a smile, but he couldn't. He frowned, he was afraid that this girl's eyes would be so soft, so clear, so clear, so clear, so penetrating into his heart.

He inhaled deeply, straightened his back with a lift, and struggled to turn his mind away: "The moon is so round tonight. He pretended to look out the window relaxedly.

She didn't answer, just looked at him with a pair of talking eyes.

He didn't want to be caught so easily, so he asked in a panic, "Are you all okay? Have you ever seen the White Girl again?"

"I've seen her," she said quickly, "and we met on the road last month and spent more than ten days together. At the end of the month, we saw her when we left Nanjing," I don't know why, she deliberately added: "She is with Lu Gongzi." ”

"She is with Lu Gongzi. He repeated it in a whisper, unable to tell what kind of mood he was feeling. She looked at him deeply, and then simply asked frankly, earnestly, sincerely, "You like her, don't you?"

He stared back at her, and the sincere eyes, the moving gaze, the clear voice, the soft, gentle inquiry, and the feminine, sweet youth all shook him!

He was a merry boy, and there were so many girls who admired and admired him, and he couldn't let any girl hunt his heart! He couldn't be captured easily! No! He quickly turned to face out the window and said stiffly, "I don't have to worry about my business." ”

"No, it's not...... she didn't know how to answer, her cheeks flushed suddenly, "I...... I just wanted to ......" she kind of hated herself for being so clumsy in words," ...... I want to help you. ”

He suddenly turned around and said, "You're wrong, I don't need your help." He suddenly laughed, "What do you want to help me? Don't you know that I don't need to pursue and please girls at all? Don't you know that I'm a merry boy? I have so many suitors that I can barely handle them."

He had a smile on his face, and that smile was mocking and ironic, "You should have heard that the fourth prince of Nangong is a righteous gentleman who never messes with flowers, while the third prince of Murong is a playboy who is amorous and merciful. ”

"No, you're not!" she said hurriedly.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" he said, "You say I like the White Girl, and that's right." I like all the beautiful girls in the world, they like me, they will be intoxicated by me, they will worship me. There will be girls with me anytime and anywhere by my side, I will never care about one less or one more, anyway, there will be anytime and anywhere, there are many beauties in the world. ”

He suddenly laughed mockingly, and said, "Do you also want to pursue me?" He laughed twice: "You see, my Murong Shu is attractive, how can I escape from the affair? Even if I sit alone at home, there will be beauties in my arms at any time!"

A sharp ache swept through her heart, and she was immediately hurt greatly, by his cold attitude, by his mocking laughter, by his sarcastic, mean words.

Her face immediately flushed, then turned white. She stared at him, trying to read his true thoughts from under his eyes, but all she saw was a deep layer of darkness...... The bottomless darkness, he hid in his dark protective layer, and had no intention of letting her see through him.

She stood up and wanted to cry, but she would never shed a tear in front of him. Now, the only thing she could do was get out of here and never see him again. Without saying a word, she ran to the door.

He stopped her quickly, the muscles of his face moved, and a flash of fire flashed under his eyes, but it disappeared immediately. He stiffly said, "What do you want to do?"

"Let me go. She held her breath.

"I'll tell you a few words," his heart trembled for a moment, and for a moment he felt the urge to keep her, but his words were cold: "You must not think of committing suicide." If you die, I won't be sad and I won't feel upset. ”