472 There is a kind of love called speechlessness
(About Shangguan Tianjue and Wanruo, Heroic Beauty)
There is a kind of love called speechlessness, even if I stand in front of you, you will not know that I love you. Great literature
There is a kind of love called speechlessness, even if we have the closest distance, our hearts are still not connected.
Chu Qianqian and Wanruo talked for a while before they dispersed, as if they went out to see Chu Qianqian in person.
Out of the courtyard, Chu Qianqian was busy saying to Wanrudao; "The princess should go back, it's windy outside, and your body is finally getting better." Chu Qianqian stayed and turned to Wanrudao.
Standing there as if she was standing there with one foot in the door and one foot outside the door, she nodded slightly; "Qianqian is good, then I won't send it, I'll go over to you when I have time."
Chu Qianqian answered, and then took the maid Xiaolan and left.
As if after seeing Chu Qianqian's back disappear, she subconsciously glanced into the courtyard, and then saw a person standing under a tall poplar tree in the yard, not so much standing, but leaning, that person leaned on the thick trunk of the poplar tree, and a bright knife was hanging more than three inches above his head, the knife flashed with a dazzling cold light, and he felt frightened when he looked at it from afar. The man in the great literature was covered in a melancholy blue coat, although he was far away, he could feel his loneliness and loneliness.
It was as if he was unconsciously walking towards that figure, approaching step by step, warm step by step.
"Oh my God, why are you blowing wind under this tree when it's so cold? And he wore it so thinly. As if a soft voice melted Shangguan Tianjue's lonely and cold love bones, he hurriedly stood up straight, opened his slightly closed eyes, and saw that standing in front of him was a woman who made him consciously miss, the woman was dressed in red like fire and a cloak as white as snow, she just stood in front of her like this, like an incomparable painting.
"Thank you for your concern, I heard that Niangniang's jade body is itchy, I don't know what's wrong?" Shangguan Tianjue tried his best to pretend to have a cold expression, but the ink-like eyes still flowed out of the tenderness like a clear spring, although the face was like a cold jade at the moment he saw her, but the warmth slowly rose, this feeling was irresistible, unable to stop, seeing that she would be moved, and he would be happy to get her care, but he could only desperately hide this qiē could only look at her from afar. Great literature
As if quietly looking at the tall and handsome man standing opposite her, she nodded slightly; "I'm fine, you don't have to remember, it's you, you wear so thin in the cold winter, although you have a body of martial arts that are not afraid of the cold, but you should also treat yourself well." It was as if looking at Shangguan Tianjue's single clothes and couldn't help but worry, he was actually wearing so thin in this season when the water turned into ice, how could his body be able to bear it" As if the concern for Shangguan Tianjue was only out of the purest emotion, it seemed that it might be friendship, and there was a sense of gratitude, as if the last time she had a fever, it was Shangguan Tianjue who worked for her to reduce the fever, and when Ximen Guifei made trouble in the palace, Tianjue also came out to relieve the siege, and King Fu was injured and Shangguan Tianjue went to the Valley of Evil Ghosts to get the antidote, Tianjue made a qiē for himself or the person he loves the most, as if it was recorded in her heart, and there is her inexplicable intimacy with Shangguan Tianjue, he is the second man she saw after she woke up, and he is a man who has given him a lot of kindness, I can't forget his concentration on picking lotus flowers for himself in Mochizuki Lake, I can't forget his resignation when I was a little goodbye, and the joy when I met when I said goodbye, and I can't forget .......
Shangguan Tianjue's heart was surrounded by a cloud of heat, after so many years, in this world, except for his sister and King Fu, who else cared about himself? Knowing that he met her, her care was like a trickle of water into his whole body little by little, her care and Ping'er and Fuwang's care were different from his own eyes, and unconsciously he began to hope for this kind of care, although he knew that this kind of care was only an unattainable luxury, but he was extravagant all the time, just like the longing for nectar seedlings.
Shangguan Tian knew that he couldn't be so extravagant, she was a star in the sky, and she could only be far away, and she couldn't touch it, she couldn't. Tian Jue took a few steps back, his back resting on the trunk of the tree again, and he tried to make an attitude of disapproval of Wanruo's concern; "Thank you for your concern, it's cold outside, Niangniang's body is thin, and it's not easy to stay here for a long time if you're pregnant." He knew that he couldn't keep her, and although he was so afraid that she would disappear in front of his eyes, he still wanted her to disappear, because it was best for her.
This kind of parting is very painful, but it is reluctant to give up.
A gust of wind passed, and her body shook a little, looking at her trembling appearance, how Shangguan Tianjue wanted to pull her into his arms and give her all the warmth, but he couldn't.
"God, I'm back in the room, you shouldn't stay outside for too long." After saying that, he turned around slowly, but walked towards the courtyard without any nostalgia. The determination made Shangguan Tianjue's heart tingle, but the person who left would not know the pain of the watchman, and the person who left would never know the painful expression of the person behind him, because he would never look back if he chose to leave, and he would definitely not see the person who stood there and grieved alone.
Shangguan Tianjue stood there quietly watching her disappear, his eyes not blinking, for fear that he would miss the last trace of her back in the blink of an eye.