The fifth, second, and seventh cuts are constantly untidy and messy

At this moment, a wave of pathos suddenly rushed into her heart, making her want to cry! Yes, I wanted to cry! Oh! No! She was not chic, not pretty, not generous, not generous, not comfortable...... No! No! No! She didn't want to leave him! She couldn't lift it, she couldn't let it go! She didn't want to be graceful, she didn't want to sing generously, and she didn't want to leave him!

She misses him, she misses him!! she misses him, she misses him, she misses him,

She couldn't hold back any longer, put her head against the window lattice, and cried lowly and suppressedly, until her eyes were red and swollen, and her liver and intestines were broken.

She is not a heroine among women, nor does she want to be a hero, she is just a real heartbreaker, she just wants to lean on his shoulder and cry bitterly, and then enjoy his caresses, listen to his comfort, feel his tenderness, and share a piece of the world with him!

She cried and cried, crying about her "stupidity" and her "cleverness"; crying about her "generosity" and her "stinginess"; crying about her "free and easy", but also crying about her "not being able to let go", crying about her "walking away", and crying about her "haunted by dreams"!

Suddenly, there was a sound of a piano in the night sky, she was stunned, her crying stopped, and for a while, she could not think, nor was she conscious. Then he cautiously pushed open the window, trying to hear a little more clearly.

However, the night sky was only the sound of the wind and the chirping of small insects. She stood there blankly, staring blankly at the night sky outside the window, half surprised, half frightened, half expectant, half suspicious...... Just wait for the sound of the piano to sound again, to confirm that the sound of the piano just now is not her hallucination.

However, there was no more piano sound, and she closed her eyes in disappointment, and tears began to drip again.

What's the matter? Didn't you want to run away from him? Why did you look forward to his appearance like crazy? Why did you still be so worried and haunted by dreams?

Oh! What a lingering, what an annoying lovesickness! What a feeling of cutting and untidy and messy!

There was a soft knock at the door, who was it? She couldn't help frowning, and lazily asked, "Who?"

No one answered, and there were two more knocks at the door.

She couldn't help but wonder, she had lived here for more than ten days, she had been masked with a black scarf, living in a simple house, and the meals were all sent to the room by Xiao Er, no one had ever looked for her, and she had never talked to others.

There was another soft knock on the door, which was soft, but in the dead of night, it was particularly crisp and pleasant.

She wiped her tears from her eyes, walked to the door, pulled it open, and absentmindedly asked, "Who is it?" and looked up nonchalantly.

Suddenly, there was a bang in her head, and the blood in her whole body seemed to have congealed.

Outside the door, Long Jing was standing there with his hands on the door frame, his face was pale and haggard, but his expression was nervous and excited, his eyes were shining, shining directly on her face. She groaned, her legs limped, her body trembled, she reached out and rubbed her eyes, her eyelashes flashing again, biting her lip desperately to figure out if it was true.

Then, all of a sudden, before she had recovered from the convulsions, she felt herself being embraced into a wide, warm, familiar embrace.

He embraced her, and his voice rang in her ears warmly, painfully, pityingly, and lovingly: "Fool, what do you want to do? Do you want to be a great knight? Do you give your beloved a favor to others so easily? But have you ever thought about the consequences of doing so? Have you ever wondered if you can really leave me so easily? Can you?"

She buried her head in his chest, smelling the familiar smell of his shirt, and couldn't stop her tears. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around his waist, no longer caring about being embarrassed, no longer caring about anything free and generous, no matter what was beautiful and chic, she cried bitterly, crying like a child, crying like a little fool.

He made her cry, just hugged her tightly, only felt that there was something in his throat, and there were moist tears in his eyes, he could only blink and say nothing.

After a long time, her crying gradually weakened, and then he gently raised her head, looked at her black-covered face, looked at her exposed crying red eyes, and asked gently, softly, and slowly: "Do you really want to torture me like this? Do you really want to run away from me for the rest of your life? Do you really want me? Are you really willing? Oh! fool,"

He breathed a sigh of relief and bit his lip slightly, "I know you can't bear it, so I have to come to you, lest you cry so that one day your tears will drown you, do you believe it?" he was laughing, but his guttural voice choked and tears flashed in his eyes.

She sniffed, left his embrace, and pulled the black scarf upward, leaving only her eyes exposed, and she said softly, "I don't deserve your love anymore," she shook her head, lowering her eyelashes, avoiding his affectionate gaze, "You shouldn't have come to me, just let me drown in tears." ”11.13.

"Nonsense!" he whispered, "what will I do if you die?" he raised his hand and touched the black scarf on her face, and said sincerely, sincerely, solemnly, and slightly reproachfully, "let me tell you, the meaning you have to me in this life cannot be described in any words, and no words can describe it." ”

"I said that if you left me, I would be a walking corpse, without a mind, without a soul, without feelings, without any pleasure, without any meaning in life, and that I would never be able to love again in this life. ”

He sighed lightly: "A few days ago, the elders of the Oroling told me that you once thought I was dead, so you jumped off the cliff without hesitation to die for your love. Oh, Frost, you don't care about life and death like this, is there anything more important than life and death?"

"If there is, it's me, can you bear to abandon me? Can you bear to leave me? Do you bear not to want me? Frost! Oh! Frost!" he took her hand, "You won't bear it like that, will you?"

"But," she said, her head bowed, her voice as soft as a whisper, "I can't afford you anymore." ”

He cupped her face, stared at her tear-filled eyes, and said softly: "Shuang'er, let me tell you, I once talked to Brother Ji about a question: If you die, will I commit suicide and martyrdom?" Brother Ji said that I won't, because I am a man, and I am responsible." ”

"Yes, Shuang'er, I have thought about the days you have left, and I will not tell you that if you die one day, although I will not kill myself, it will be like death. Do you understand, because I have relatives, I have responsibilities, and I will bear all this until the day I die, and I will be reunited with you. Do you understand? Do you understand? Do you believe it?"

She bit her lip and nodded slightly.