Before Old Madam Xiao's words fell, Xiao Yi's face froze, and then he looked at her with a complicated expression and nodded silently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I knew you would. Mrs. Xiao's voice contained deep resentment, and she turned her head away from him.

"Then you say...... What should I do?" Xiao Yiji's voice became more and more bitter, and the hand behind his back trembled slightly, "You say, you tell me, what should I ......do?" Those things are already like a mountain, and Gorou can't even lift his head, don't you feel distressed? Do you still want me to tell him the truth? Do you really want me to tell him that my Qingzhou Xiao clan is ......?"

"That's enough!" Old Madam Xiao snapped, turned her eyes to look at him suddenly, her face instantly turned pale, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes, "Don't say it again, I'...... I don't want to...... Don't want to hear it, you ...... Don't go any further......" Her voice shattered into sentences, and the rosary in her hand trembled.

Xiao Yi gradually took a few steps forward to hold the old wife's hand, his beard under his chin trembled, and only after a while did he squeeze out a few words: "You...... Do you understand me?"

His palms were as cold as the cold of her fingers.

Old Madam Xiao raised her head and looked at the man's face full of ravines on the other side.

That face, like hers, was full of sorrow and sorrow.

At that moment, her heart was full of resentment, and suddenly turned into a sense of pathos, and the rosary in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

He actually ...... It's all kinds of hardships, even harder than her.

From the moment they became husband and wife, their destinies were linked. They shared that secret, helped each other, and walked through most of their lives. Their lives came to an end like this, she resented him and hated him, but in the end, they still had to be together, continue to bear everything left by their ancestors, and walk towards the end of their lives together.

After staring at him for a long time, Old Madam Xiao finally sighed, patted Xiao Yiji's hand and said, "I understand, I understand." ”

These seven short words made Xiao Yiji's nerves, which had been tense, instantly relax a lot.

In the end, there will always be someone by his side in this world, and she knows all his suffering and tiredness.

Little by little, his heart warmed up, and he held her hand tighter, and his cloudy eyes were covered with a very shallow mist.

Old Madam Xiao didn't look at him again.

She turned her eyes wistfully, and cast her vague gaze to a corner of the room, as if looking through the hanging curtains and thick walls, somewhere in the distance, and after a long time, sighed silently......

In a mansion in Dadu, a man in white sat in a gloomy room, as if sensing the stunned gaze from the far south, raised his head, and smiled faintly.

The candlelight shone on his face, illuminating his countenance.

He has extremely handsome eyebrows and eyes, long eyebrows like ink paintings, obliquely dragged into the sideburns, eyes are as clear as water, cold as ice, but occasionally a soft light, like an ice edge in the sun, the luster is not only bright, but even a little dazzling.

However, except for this eyebrow and this eye, the rest of the face shows an unbearable vulgarity.

The protruding nasal bone hung down, and a hook bent out at the end of the eagle hook was very imposing, but this line that should have been a yin owl lost its bearing in front of the overly wide nose, and also made the magnificence between the eyebrows and eyes lose a lot of color.

In addition, the lips are fresh and moist but not thick, the jaw is thin and thin, and the ice-like eyes and long eyebrows drawn in ink are smeared with a bit of vague desire/hope because of the existence of these two. The faintly open thick lips seemed to be forever longing for something, and it seemed like they could never be satisfied with what was in front of them.

Such a face full of contradictions will undoubtedly make a deep impression.

However, when you look at it from a distance, you don't even think to look at this person more, and you even despise his marketplace atmosphere.

Only in such a dim light, in this corner where the sun does not shine, through the dim candle flame and the cold night in the room, will you perceive what fierce contradictions and conflicts there are on such a face, even if you are silent, the eyebrows and eyes seem to be fighting against the whole face, fighting left and right, as if you want to get out of this face, but you have to be confined to this square inch, and the spirit and innocence are suppressed in the middle.

It is only at such a moment that you will perceive what a terrifying light occasionally jumps in those cold eyes, making people hardly dare to raise their eyes to look more.

The north wind was raging, surging like waves in this vast mansion, like a tsunami rushing like a mountain and a tsunami, as if in the next moment it would tear down the roofs and turn the whole earth upside down.

The man in white leaned closer to the fire.

This action is done by him, not like the instinctive fear of the cold and warmth of human beings, but more like a deliberate imitation. It was as if only by doing so he could be more human, rather than cold stone or wood carvings.

"Lord Lang, Gao Ling is back. A man in a full black robe stood solemnly on his side, whispering to the man in white.

The man in white smiled and sighed: "Where is the master here? It's just a mourning dog." After speaking, he stretched out his thick knuckle hand, pointed in a certain direction, and said casually: "Where is your lord." ”

His voice was the same as his appearance, obviously cold, but it was like a puddle of frozen oil soaked in the cold, and there was an indescribable oily weirdness.

The man in Xuanyi was silent for a while, then lowered his head and said, "Yes, sir." ”

"Hehe", the man in white let out a soft laugh, as if he had heard some funny joke, and shook his head: "Ah Lie, you are wrong again. How many times have I said it, and I can't leave. Mr. is called like this, with my humble family, and now I am a lowly cripple, but I really can't afford it. ”

His voice barely fluctuated, and the slightest hint of a smile vanished like a flame blown out by a gale.

The man in Xuanyi named Ah Lie raised his head at this time, and a pair of eyes full of sorrow were revealed above the Xuan-colored masked cloth scarf.

The sorrow was so deep and desolate that it seemed to melt the night and cold into the eyes that people couldn't bear to look at it.

"That's it, let's talk about Gao Ling. Mo Buli seemed to not want to continue the topic of salutation, and as he spoke, he leaned in and picked up a copper skewer and flicked the carbon in the furnace.

There was a sound of "Bi Peel", and a spark exploded in the carbon furnace, which was extinguished again. Ah Lie's voice was embedded in this light, as low as the raging wind outside: "The secret letter is here. At some point, there was an extra note in his hand and handed it to Mo Buli. (To be continued.) )