Wen Xiaoluo and Song Yichen's marriage was scheduled for two days before Chinese New Year's Eve, and they originally wanted to come completely in accordance with Chongxi's rules. But later, when I saw Wen Xiaoluo, everyone liked it, and the most important thing was that Song Yichen also liked it, and it was not easy to wronged Wen Xiaoluo. Therefore, all the rules are according to the general marriage, and there will be no less than the alliance, the lottery, the currency, the appointment, the personal welcome, etc.

However, in the end, considering that Song Yichen and Wen Xiaoluo are still young, they will not do it with great fanfare. Invite some closer relatives to the banquet, and if you can keep a low profile, you can keep a low profile.

It's a pity that it can't be helped, who would have thought that suddenly there would be another accident.

Just half a month before Song Yichen and Wen Xiaoluo were about to get married, Wen Zhi suddenly fell ill and went. That day, Zhu'er happened to take the food that Song Yichen asked her to buy and send it to the Wen family, and when she didn't get to the grass house, she saw a large group of people gathered there. bustling, the expressions on his faces varied from pity and pity. Zhu'er suddenly felt bad in her heart, and hurriedly pushed away the crowd and approached the grass house to take a look.

The person lying on the ground is not who Bunji is! And Wen Xiaoluo was lying on Wenzhi's body crying silently, a small hand dragging Wenzhi's clothes. Because I used too much force, the back of my hand was faintly white.

Zhu'er hurriedly stepped forward to pick up Wen Xiaoluo, but no matter what she said, Wen Xiaoluo never let go. Seeing this, the onlookers persuaded Zhu'er: "Girl, don't waste your efforts, this child is very stubborn, we all tried to pull this child just now, but this child refused to let go of his hand." He sighed and sighed: "Although I am young, this filial piety is not a lot at all." It's a pity that this Wen Xian's life is thin, and he can't enjoy the blessings of this child. ”

Zhu'er felt bad for a while when she heard this, and glanced at Wen Xiaoluo, who was crying and sobbing, and really had no choice but to say to the onlookers: "Please help me watch this child, and I will tell my young master about this." ”

Since the last time Yun Fang came to this Yuxing Village, almost everyone in this village knew that the girl of the Wen family was going to marry the little young master of the Song Mansion. So when Zhu'er said this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Zhu'er no longer hesitated, put down the things in his hand, and hurriedly walked back.

Song Yichen was resting on the soft couch at this time, and the stove made the room warm and peaceful. Suddenly, a cold wind rushed into the room, adding a touch of coolness. Song Yichen couldn't help but open his eyes, only to see Zhu'er walking in in a hurry.

"Young master, something happened to the Wen family!"

Song Yichen sat up when he heard this, and frowned at Zhu'er: "What happened?" ”

"Young Master...... Mr. Wen...... Passed away......"

"Where's Luo'er? Where is it now? ”

Zhu'er was embarrassed when she heard this, and replied: "Now that I am still in Yuxing Village, I just wanted to bring Miss Wen over, but Miss Wen ...... Desperately dragging Mr. Wen's clothes, the slave and maid really had no choice but to rush back and report this to you. ”

Song Yichen stood up, took off the cloak hanging on the side and tied it to his body, and said in a deep voice: "Prepare the carriage and go to Yuxing Village." You stay in the mansion and inform someone to go to Yuxing Village to handle Mr. Wen's funeral. Remember, move fast. ”

Zhu'er nodded, and didn't dare to go out to prepare in a hurry.

When Song Yichen arrived, the crowd of onlookers outside the Wen family had dispersed a lot, and only three or three people were left to guard outside, afraid that it would be because of Zhu'er's instructions before leaving. Song Yichen didn't speak, and walked in quickly. I saw that Wen Xiaoluo's face was full of tears, and his eyes were already bigger than ordinary children, but at this time, because he had been crying for too long and too much, he was swollen. But she didn't care about it completely, lying on top of Bunji's cold corpse, and turned a deaf ear to the chattering voices of the crowd around her from time to time.

Song Yichen glanced at those people coldly, and suddenly the outside of the room fell silent. Over the years, although Song Yichen has rarely left the house, his rumors are all over the place, although everyone has only heard that he has never seen his true face, but if he really sees Song Yichen's real person, no one will doubt that this person is not the one who is rumored. Although he is young, his majesty is no less than that of those grown men. Plus it's extremely cold.。 Now such a glance has made many people bow their heads.

"It's all gone."

When everyone heard this, they didn't dare to stay any longer, so they hurriedly dispersed, and now only Wen Xiaoluo and Song Yichen were left in the grass house, as well as ...... and the deceased Bunji......

Song Yichen squatted down, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out Wen Xiaoluo's hand. Wen Xiaoluo was still extremely resistant, and he was about to struggle immediately. But after seeing that the person was Song Yichen, the hand that was originally holding Wenzhi's clothes was immediately released. Song Yichen spread out Wen Xiaoluo's palms, and saw that the originally white and tender little hands were full of scars from fingernails at this time, densely gathered on the white and tender palms, which looked very terrifying.

Song Yichen sighed, hugged Wen Xiaoluo carefully, and said softly, "Brother is here." "There are no extra words of comfort, silence is better than sound at this time, as long as you can be by Wen Xiaoluo's side. Although Wen Xiaoluo's mind is indeed not so sound, many things are not unknown. Now that Wenzhi is dead, she seems to understand that the only person she can rely on is Song Yichen.

So when Song Yichen finished saying this, Wen Xiaoluo's tears that had stopped gradually flowed down again. Then a pair of hands tightly hugged Song Yichen's neck, for fear that Song Yichen would throw her away. Such a long-lost behavior made Song Yichen couldn't help but feel a little in a trance, he suddenly remembered that in his previous life, Luo'er also liked to hug him so tightly when he was afraid. It's a pity that he was cold at that time, and he buried that infatuated dependence in his own hands. And now......

Song Yichen tightened his hand holding Wen Xiaoluo and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes and whispered to Wen Xiaoluo: "Luo'er and my brother go home, ......" Before Song Yichen finished speaking, Wen Xiaoluo actually struggled to get off the ground. Then he ran two steps and dragged the only thick quilt in the thatched hut down to the ground and covered Bunji's body. Then he opened his mouth and said hoarsely: "Cold ......"

Song Yichen understood when he heard it, and suddenly remembered what the fortune teller said: If you are in love, you will be hurt if you are not long-lived......

The love is so deep, but it hurts itself. The injured body in the past life and this life is incomplete, and this life ...... We must not let this hurt her again......

When Zhu'er brought someone here, Wen Xiaoluo was already lying in Song Yichen's arms and falling asleep, but his brows were furrowed tightly, and he was afraid that he would not sleep well in his dreams. Zhu'er bowed to Song Yichen and said softly, "Young Master, Mr. Wen's funeral has already been sent to handle it." ”

Song Yichen nodded, glanced at the appearance outside Yuxing Village, and said lightly: "Let's go back." ”