The weather has been surprisingly good these days, the sun shines dimly through the curtains on the face of the person sitting in front of the mirror, her face is coated with a layer of yellow, her mouth is unconsciously rippling with a smile, and the two small pear vortices are cute and beautiful against the backdrop of the sun. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the mirror, the face of Shimizu Hibiscus was revealed, and behind her was a woman with the same face as her, who smiled lightly and helped her comb her hair.

Han Yu carefully examined the face in the mirror, and examined the hair that her sister combed her, "Sister, sister, the hair is protruding here, will it not look good?"

"Sister, does it look good with a wide or narrow headband?"

……

"Sister, don't you really need to bring beaded flowers?"

Leng Xiang kept smiling and helping her comb her hair, listening to her as if she was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, and couldn't help but laugh out loud when she heard this.

"Have you worn it before?"

"Nope. ”

"Then don't wear it. ”

"Forehead......" The person in the mirror stopped, and then hesitated: "But Yue'er said that it looks good when you wear it." ”

Leng Xiang smiled, "It looks good whether you wear it or not." ”

"Uh. ”

"Well, that's it. Leng Xiang pinned the last strand of hair and looked at it with satisfaction.

Han Yu leaned closer to the mirror and blinked for a while, and said very worriedly, "Sister, will he like it......"

Leng Xiang laughed, "Don't worry, my sister's craftsmanship is not so bad, not to mention, there is something in the eyes of a lover." ”

"Yes......" She blushed from her sister's laughter and stuck out her tongue unconsciously. Got up from his chair and looked left and right at his clothes.

"Sister, how is this dress?"

"Good, good. My sister said, "Our Yu'er is dressed like a fairy. ”

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes. ”

She looked at her again and checked her shoes again until she was sure there was not a trace of dust on them.

Leng Xiang touched her head beside her, "Silly Yu'er, it's already good, let's go quickly." ”

She glanced at her eyes nervously, and finally went out with her sister.

Ju'er stood by the door with her head bowed. Seeing the two of them coming out, she didn't dare to speak, and when the two walked past her, she raised her head and looked at the two of them. is clearly a pair of sisters who love each other, and there is nothing wrong with it, as if the cold "go away" just now was her auditory hallucination.

Could it be that Miss Fei is just angry at her alone?

Oh my God, what did she do wrong again?

Of course, she didn't dare to speak. Cautiously followed behind the two and waited for orders.

The two of them walked down the path towards the place where she had seen him that day. Her heart was pounding.

When I got closer, there was no one there.

Leng Xiang looked around suspiciously, but found no trace.

She frowned, and said, "Is it in the house?" ”

So the two of them walked towards the main hall again.

The door opened with a push.

He once tried to separate a space of his own, but no matter how tightly the doors and windows were closed, how could he stop the cold fragrance of martial arts?

So after this door was destroyed by Leng Xiang's force a few times, he was no longer on the leash.

Leng Xiang explained to Han Yu in a low voice as she walked inside.

Han Yu actually didn't listen much. Her heart was pounding out of her throat.

Then he came to the position of the dark grid, and Leng Xiang spun the mechanism. The door to the dark compartment slowly opened.

The dark grid is empty.

"Huh?"

Leng Xiang reluctantly took a few steps inside, and there was no one.

"Haven't you gotten up yet?"

The two put the main hall, the dark compartment, and the bedroom...... I looked at all the places where there could be people, but I didn't find anything.

The two anxiously stepped out of the door, but saw Ju'er standing by the door and stopped talking.

"What's wrong with you?" Leng Xiang asked unhappily.

"Miss, Miss...... Are you looking for Jiang Gongzi?"

"Nonsense!"

"That...... I just saw him. ”

"What?"

"Just now, when I went to get breakfast for you and came back, I saw Jiang Gongzi flying away from the roof of the study. ”

"On top?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, they were silent.

But Ju'er was not afraid of death at this time and added, "I don't know what Gongzi Jiang is doing on the roof of the study, but he looks angry...... He doesn't usually seem to be flying that fast...... It's like chasing the young master......"

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"What am I going to say...... But the young lady told me to go away......"

Leng Xiang hated it so much that she didn't have time to blame, so she planned to take someone to find it.

"No need to look for it, sister. Hanyu suddenly stopped him, "I can guess where he is." I'll go find him. ”

"You're alone?"

"Yes. ”

My sister looked at her worriedly for a long time, and finally agreed.

Ju'er went back to the house and took out a warm coat and handed it to her.

My sister sent her out, and she was worried all the way, "He is very grumpy, more irritable than before, you have to let him." ”

"Yes. Hanyu nodded.

"But you can't let him go too far...... Alas, he won't do anything with you......"

Hanyu was silent.

Leng Xiang became more and more worried: "Otherwise, I will send two people to follow you?" Today is different from the past, his temper is very good. ”

Hanyu was silent for a while, smiled, and replied, "No need, sister." ”

It's just two hits, and she's not afraid.

She was afraid that he didn't want to pay attention to her at all.

"Hey......" Leng Xiang still sighed.

"Don't worry, sister. ”

Instead of riding in the carriage her sister had arranged for her, she hired a rickshaw like last time.

Fortunately, this time the driver was not as talkative as the last time.

She still entered Jiang Mansion through the tunnel.

Paper money fell all over the courtyard, but at this time it was not desolate, but like a celebratory flower.

Step by step, she walked towards the place in her heart, and each step seemed like walking on the clouds.

He is alive.

She is still alive.

Nothing would stop her from loving him anymore.

Even if he doesn't accept her. Even if he hated her, even if he didn't forgive her—whatever the outcome, as long as he lived. As long as she can love him.

I used to think that love in classical novels is not the saddest, but now I don't feel it, as long as this person is alive, as long as this person can be loved by her, whether she accepts it or not, she feels satisfied.

She walked faster and faster, almost impatiently to the place in her heart.

The small door is ajar. She walked up softly, pushing open the door little by little.

Deep in the flowers, he was in that place.

He sat silently on the ground with his head down. The white hair hung down to cover his face and cover his body.

He sat on the rock, motionless, as if he had been waiting there. Waited all the time.

Waited for many years.

She walked softly and deftly in that direction.

The people on the wall didn't notice.

She remembered her sister's words...... His martial arts are only 20%. His hearing was not much different from that of ordinary people, so it was no wonder that he was in the yard that day until she got closer.

He hid as soon as he saw her that day, so she couldn't alarm him.

She walked very carefully and slowly, the undried dew hit her body, wet her skirt, and she was unconscious, just intently observing the people by the wall.

He didn't find her.

She didn't speak, and sat down quietly next to him.

He looked up suddenly.

She was startled.

But he didn't find her.

Gray hair obscured his vision. He couldn't see the side.

The bulge on his back was pressed against the wall through his clothes and gray hair, staring ahead. The gaze is depressed and sad.

She followed his line of sight.

Clusters of begonias bloom vigorously and brilliantly under the fruitful begonia trees.

This is the flower he planted for her.

Now she can finally watch it with him.

For a long time, both of them remained in this position, motionless.

Then he hung his head again, and his gray hair trembled and jumped to the ground, outlining a stubborn curve.

He raised his left hand, and it didn't fall for a long time.

It's like touching your own face.

It took a long time to hang down and put it back on the bent knee.

A small, cold hand suddenly grasped him.

The touch, the temperature, are so familiar.

He froze and froze, letting the small hand barely envelop his large hand.

There was a scar on his hand, a scar that stretched across the entire palm of his hand, and it hurt her skin.

"Wide. A soft voice called to him.

He shook her off suddenly, and stood up in an instant.

Despite her preparations, she couldn't match his speed and strength, and was thrown aside by him.

"Wide!"

Reflexively, she pulled at the hem of his dress.

Pulled to.

But it didn't work.

He shook his robe vigorously, and the hem of the garment "clicked" and broke in her hand, and her whole body was thrown against the stone on which he had sit.

The injured position was slammed into the rock, and it hurt, but she didn't have time to care, and struggled to get up and catch up.

His back was already far away.

It's as far away as last time.

There is no possibility of catching up at all.

She suddenly felt sad, sad, and hopeless.

The joy of coming in was gone.

It seems that he doesn't want to forgive her anymore, and it seems that he doesn't care about her at all.

She didn't know why she was so greedy, she just wanted him or to be excellent, but now she was begging him to forgive her?

She had him die once, killed one of his wives, killed one of his sons, and finally made him the proud man he is now...... How could he possibly forgive her?

She is so impatient, she just told her sister that she would not give up no matter what, why is she giving up on herself now?

Maybe she's not mature enough, maybe she's too headstrong.

Her injured right foot was smashed and she couldn't move, so she bent her left leg and fell on it and cried.

Sister, I didn't give up, I was just sad and wanted to cry, she said in her heart.

Just let me cry.

He's already flown away anyway.

I can't find him again anyway.

Just let me cry.

After a long time, she fell on her knees and stopped crying, and she seemed to be motionless, as if she was asleep.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise in a corner of the garden.

She listened intently for a moment, then suddenly fell on her knees and smiled mischievously at herself.

Her head began to dot and dot and tick and tick and then suddenly fell to the stone with a thud.

The figure in the depths of the courtyard paused and suddenly leaned over quickly. (To be continued.) )