Third, 31 reminiscences are all silent

Especially Zhong Yushuang, they are sisters, and the two are close in age at home, and they are the most intimate on weekdays. Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Yushuang loves to laugh and make trouble, lively and scheming, no matter what she has to say, she will tell the third sister, and Mengshuang has more depth than Yushuang, and her thoughts are very delicate, she just analyzes the reasons for things for her sister, and then gives her many good suggestions to help her overcome difficulties.

But in the past few days, my sister no longer takes the initiative to talk to her, even if she asks, she also answers very simply.

In fact, Zhong Mengshuang didn't talk to anyone, especially Murong Shu, she didn't say a word to him, and she didn't even look at him.

Among these people, only Ji Youyang understood Zhong Mengshuang's thoughts, but he couldn't ask, for fear that the girl's feelings would be even more hurt after spying, so he could only look at Murong Shu with an inquiring gaze, hoping to get a little information from him. However, Murong Shu was also quiet in a contradictory and painful and helpless struggle.

On this day, they got off the boat and went ashore to return to Suzhou City.

Zhong Yushuang, Su Feiyu, Murong Jie, and Murong Min happily talked endlessly.

Murong Jie smiled and said, "Sister Yushuang, don't go to the inn, just go to our house to live." ”

"Okay. Su Feiyu shouted excitedly.

"Sister Feiyu is the most playful," Zhong Yushuang said, "We have been bothering you for many days, how can we be embarrassed to go back to your mansion." ”

"It doesn't matter," Murong Min said with a smile: "Although our family doesn't have any good things, there are still two empty houses, and we can barely entertain you." ”

"Sister Min said so," Zhong Yushuang smiled and said, "I can't say I don't agree." However, what about Brother Ji and my sister, I don't know what they think?"

"Sister Mengshuang," Murong Jie hurriedly asked Zhong Mengshuang, "You'll agree, right?"

Zhong Mengshuang smiled lightly and said, "Sister Jie, it's not that we don't appreciate it, don't we know the kindness of our sisters, but we should also go back." ”

"Why is my sister in a hurry to go back?" Murong Jie said again.

"We also want to send Sister Feiyu to Gujiazhuang, Xuzhou, Mrs. Gu's birthday is coming, this can't be late. ”

Shao Zhuosheng said: "Of course, you can't be late for this. Fourth cousin, fifth cousin, don't embarrass Miss Zhong anymore. ”

Sister Murong had no choice but to shake her head helplessly.

Murong Shu lay on his back on the bed, his hands on his head, and his eyes looked fixedly at the top of the tent depicting dragons and phoenixes.

The Murong family is not only one of the four major families in the rivers and lakes, but also one of the richest families in Jiangnan, so Murong Shu will not even blink an eye when he throws away his daughter.

He leaned on his horse and slanted his sword, smiling slightly, and he did not know how many girls and children he had charmed; he had squandered his wealth with righteousness, wine and food, and he did not know how many heroes and knights he had befriended.

He never bothered to be sad for a girl, but there are still countless girls who have broken their hearts and shed tears for him. He left every girl as quickly as he left every city, and they could not leave any more traces on his heart, and he made friends and took girls around as he could.

Over the years, he has seen too many girls, each girl is different, some are charming, some are pure, some are heroic, some are weak, some are gentle and considerate, some are clever and naughty, some are mature and charming, and some are innocent and lovely...... Each one will not feel the same, but there is one thing in common is that in his heart, every girl is equal, and no one is more important than the other.

However, since he met Zhong Mengshuang, no, when he was eating at Hongbin Building, after he looked at her so much, she had imprinted a deep impression on his mind, and he could hardly forget the girl who was as soft as a trickle of water.

He sighed, lowered his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw the shadows of the trees outside the window, the sunlight casting shadows on the lattice, and the birds singing among the branches. Outside the window is the bright sunshine and the crisp birdsong.

He sighed, and subconsciously looked up at the meter on the table over there, it was already Shen Shi.

Shen Shi!

At this time of spring, it is the time for people to go on an outing, and he, a chic and elegant merry man, is bored and helpless lying on the bed, accompanied by not a beauty, nor alcohol, not a bosom friend, but a heavy, heavy, thick, cold, and strange thing.

He tried to think, what is that thing?

That's right! It's loneliness!

Loneliness! How lonely a dashing person like him would feel? What a funny thing it was! However, at this time he did feel a kind of loneliness that he had never felt before, as if he had never felt it before!

He pondered, not wanting to move, not wanting to speak. Believe it or not, loneliness can make people tired! He feels lazy and tired!

Tired!

Actually, he wouldn't have had to be so lonely and boring.

After breakfast, Murong Jie came to ask him and said that they were going to Zhu's house to play today.

The Zhu family also has three young masters and two young ladies, who are also very familiar, and they used to play together often. However, today he didn't want to go, so he said that he had something to refuse.

But now, he has nothing to do, nothing to do, he just embraces "loneliness" and lies on a delicate and gorgeous big bed. He lay down, doing nothing, not wanting to move, not wanting to speak, just feeling unspeakably tired.

Alas!

He let out a long sigh, tired!

Tired!

The word "tired" is difficult to explain.

He lay quietly flat, his limbs loosely on the bed, not even moving his little fingertips, but his thoughts could not rest, he could not help but think.

He thought of her soft eyes again, thinking of her gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Murong Shu, you bastard!" She scolded him! She, Zhong Mengshuang! That incomparably light girl actually scolded him!

Zhong Mengshuang! The name swept through his heart, bringing a touch of sour pain.

He endured the pain in his heart and turned over. He knew that he had found it all on his own, how affectionately the girl had wanted to approach him and care for him, and it was he who had ruthlessly pushed her away and, in a way that had hurt her deeply.

Now, she's gone.

She's really gone. He had gone to the inn to look for her, but they were gone.

She has been gone for five days, and he misses her more and more day by day, and regrets it more and more day by day.

He wandered around the room, looking for something to do and keep his mind from stopping, but nothing came of it.

He walked out of the bedroom and came to the outer room, where there was a large bookcase in front of the window, on which the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were not only complete, but also fine. He involuntarily walked over, there was a very comfortable chair in front of the desk, he sat down, looked at the row of precious sheep hair on the desk, took one off, dragged a piece of paper, pondered slightly, and wrote:

"Under the blue screen window, the seal is opened,

The ruler paper is completely empty from the beginning.

It should be Xianlang who has no grudge,

Remembering people is all in words. ”