The Lin family's car was decorated with bright and gorgeous flowers, driving out at dusk, like a colorful glow slowly floating on the crowded Di'anmen Street, Murong sat on the seat in a light suit and leather shoes, and the breeze sent the fragrance of flowers into his nose slightly, only feeling cold and bitter, and not smelling the slightest sweetness.

His eyes were empty, and his heart was empty.

Since he woke up, he has been looking for someone, but he doesn't remember who she is, can't remember her voice and appearance, and can't remember how old she is, only faintly feels that she has been here, has lived in his heart for a long, long time, so long that even the air in his chest has been integrated into her existence, so that it suddenly disappeared, and the air lost its taste, and every breath was like suffocation, indescribably difficult, and inexhaustible empty.

His father Lin Tianyi said to him: "Feng'er, you are sleepy, there is no such person as Mrs. Lin in this world." "My father loved him since he was a child, and he remembered this very well. He couldn't think of any reason for his father to lie to him, and now that his mother was unconscious and the group was on the verge of bankruptcy, he really shouldn't think about it anymore except to help his father share his worries.

He couldn't figure it out, what was he looking for a matchmaker for, was he really in a hurry to marry? As soon as this ridiculous idea came together, Uncle Gu from the neighbor's house came to the news of the marriage contract.

It is impossible to agree to this marriage according to his past temperament, but the first time he saw Wang Yingying's photo, he agreed. He felt in a trance that that was the person he was looking for, but it was not very similar, the woman's skin was smooth and flawless, like a clear jade porcelain, and he couldn't find a tear mole, how could it be Mrs. Lin?

Lin Feng, Lin Feng, the beauty is about to fall into your arms, but you can't forget about a stinky matchmaker, there is no groom official like you in the world! But when I wake up, I can't figure it out, it's ridiculous!

He thought he should be happy, but there was no joy in his heart, he didn't know what it was, the sound of firecrackers in his ears suddenly rang out, he knew that the general's mansion was getting closer.

How much hatred, in the soul of last night's dream. It is also like the old time to swim in the garden, and the car is like a flowing water and a dragon. The flower moon is in the spring breeze.

How many tears, stained with sleeves. There are no worries and teardrops, Feng Shengxiu blows to the moon. Intestinal rupture is even more undoubted.

Compared with the noisy and festive in Beiping City, the Kurong Hospital in the winding alleys is a different scene.

Nagato is lonely, hiding deep loneliness. Xu is the last wisp of the god of Simu has dispersed, the barrier of the Kurong Hospital is as light as a day, the green trees in a courtyard are competing to turn yellow, the full steps are scattered, and a leaf is withered like a leaf.

Gu Yelan stepped on the dead branches and quietly pushed open the door of Caohui Hall. The strong smell of herbs hit her face, and she couldn't help but cough softly.

Li Ren heard the movement behind him, stopped pounding in his hand, turned around slowly, a glimmer of light in his eyes lit up and fell, and only nodded politely: "Miss Lin, you are here." ”

Gu Yelan glanced at the inner room, and not far away, Wang Fengjiao was lying stiffly on the bed, her face was blue and purple, and her body was smeared with a layer of mashed herbs, like a flowery green python, and her scalp couldn't help but tingle when she saw it. Her slightly swollen mouth, but she still kept whispering: "Murong Gongzi, Murong Gongzi...... Water...... Water. ”

Li Ren knocked a spoonful of cold ice and swam in the boiling hot tea juice before slowly leveling into Wang Fengjiao's lips and teeth. Moistening into her throat, Wang Fengjiao gradually stopped breathing, her breathing was smooth, and she fell asleep deeply.