Wei Xi'er half-hung his head, looking at the dark shining dragon pattern on his robe, and his vision gradually blurred.

She has been in love for many years.

With such a doting tone, after many years, she didn't even sound strange.

She loved him, that's an indisputable fact.

Even in the years when she hated him deeply, she never stopped this love.

Feelings are so entangled that people are painful, if there is only hate and no love, how can it hurt people?

"It's been so many years, what are you still chasing?" She looked at the moon shadow underground, and her voice was like a soft sigh, like talking to herself.

"Original intention." He said, "I love what you were meant to be. ”

He remembered that he was in high spirits that year, and he took his subordinates from Cangzhou to Hongnan County, and the little girl in the roadside house rushed out and glared at him with an angry face, like a lark that had been disturbed from sleep, waiting to ask him for his guilt.

His heart is like a string plucked by a lark, even if he leaves, he will not stop talking.

When he saw her swinging at Wei's house, he couldn't help but feel better.

Goodbye her, his mood was that he would rather be a tree for her to perch on. I want to build a wall around her, so that she can unleash her joys and sorrows at will.

She avoided him because of the big black thing, so he couldn't see her?

She feeds the cats under the porch, plays games with her sisters, and spoils her parents in front of them, and he knows them all.

She was so beautiful that she darkened everything around her.

The moment she happily circled around with the hem of her skirt, he thought about what he could do to keep her so happy.

The meaning contained in all the details is like a thread, which is slowly spun into thread, and finally woven into a net.

"Xi'er, let me take care of you, okay?" He said.

In the silence of the night, his voice was still low enough for her to hear.

……

Under the hospitality of the prefect, the Marquis of Wei Yuan stayed until noon as if he was scratching his heart, and Xiao Fang came to call him back to Beijing.

As a brother who followed Xiao Fang from the beginning to his death, and one of the seven generals who escorted Wei Xi'er to the north, he was extremely shocked by his sister-in-law who suddenly appeared in front of him after disappearing for twelve years.

But at the same time, he also felt that Xiao Fang, who had been a widower for twelve years, still did not see joy between his eyebrows after this night.

"What's going on? What about sister-in-law? He thought she would go back to Beijing together.

"She wouldn't." He said in a deep voice.

He was silent. I can probably guess what the reason is.

Some things can't be rushed, so you can only take your time.

Xiao Xin was indeed depressed, but compared to before, he was better again.

Although she still didn't accept him, at least she didn't chase him again.

That night, she still left him peacefully and went back to the shop, not cold and resolute to chase him.

The few times he went to her house, she just watched him quietly, and did not explain that Yuhui would not let him in, nor did she insist on any emotions towards him.

Even though she was still indifferent, he still felt comforted.

Wei Xi'er was conflicted.

Her mood was no longer as calm as before, and she still fluctuated about his reappearance.

But when the contradiction is over, she accepts it peacefully, does not deliberately resist, and does not accept it.

He would come often, like a young man who had come to see his lover, with pleasure in his eyes, and sit quietly in her room, or help her with a little thing.

She occasionally made him tea, cooked for him, and did not express her attitude towards his various gifts.

Sometimes he brings a delicate gadget, sometimes a chic piece of jewelry, sometimes something to eat.

Sometimes it's just a wildflower picked on the way, carefully hidden behind the horse's ear, and then brought to her.

"Why don't you have a beard?"

Sometimes on a whim, she will blurt out such family routines.

He has not put down his efforts for so many years, so his back is still straight, his steps are still agile, and his facial features and skin are still firm and charming, which looks no different from twelve years ago.

If he doesn't have a beard, he still has the ability to make countless girls willing to go to the soup for it.

She admits that sometimes she can't help but be cranky.

"I'm afraid that if you grow a beard, you will feel strange when you see me again. That's how I knew you, and that's how you left me.

"I think one day, when you see me again and come back, I'll still be like this. Xi'er, I don't have a beard, I don't want you to think I'm strange. ”

He put down the book he was looking at and told her.

She didn't know when she had his things in her house. A few books that have been flipped to the sharpened edges, a few arrows that have been placed in their hands, or purses that have been forgotten to be taken.

She didn't touch it at first.

Later, after a long time, she would secretly pick it up and take a look at it as she did many years ago, and when she saw that the purse was familiar, it was still her handiwork in the past, so she put it down again.

He loves to take away the rags, so let him go.

……

In fact, the days were still quiet, and his arrival did not make any waves for her.

The shop is still open, but the neighborhood knows that this female proprietor is the property of a relative of the Marquis of Jingshi Weiyuan, and no one dares to make trouble anymore.

In October, Goro's birthday is approaching.

She wanted to tell him the truth when he went to the grave to worship, and wanted him to stop hating his father.

But something happened the night he arrived.

In the middle of the night she heard a faint cry of a woman at the corner of the street, and she got up and saw someone in his courtyard not far away, and someone dragged a girl down the street in the heavy rain.

Then Gorou went out in a rage, got on his horse, and went to the streets again.

She vaguely felt that something had happened to Jingshi, and sure enough, when she went to the bottom of the tomb mountain that day, she saw him return to Beijing after hurriedly worshipping.

Not long after, he brought the news that Brother Huai and Miss Shen had teamed up to put the Han family together, and the old lady of the Han family suffered a big loss and lost her life.

She also learned a lot about it.

But apparently not enough.

"Don't come in the future." On a snowy day in the middle of winter, she said under the oil lamp.

He was napping, a tired color between his brows, and the light pulled two shadows from his long thick eyelashes.

"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes and came back to his senses before asking her.

"I want to move to Jingshi."

This makes it easier to get news from Goro.

He paused slightly, and suddenly circled her over, and wrapped her in a big coat: "I'll pick you up in a few months, okay?" ”

At present, her exposure is very unfavorable to trapping Han Dun and Bi Shangyun.

She shook her head, "It's none of your business. I'm not going to your palace. ”

He fell silent again. "You're still mad at me."

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