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The winter in Jiangnan is not as cold as in the south, Su Sanyuan sat on the embroidery pier, quietly looking at a lifeless tree nearby, and a few dry leaves on the tree were falling scattered.

"I don't know if Zhang Qixiu in his previous life was married to Hu Yuming?" Su Sanyuan muttered in a low voice.

Zhu'er quietly stood by the side, since the girl returned to the Su house that day, it was like a different person, and she often looked at the distance in a daze lonely.

Zhu'er wanted to find a topic, but she didn't know what to say to Su Sanyuan.

When it was late, the housekeeper Uncle Zhuang personally came over to call Su Sanyuan.

Hu Yuming's mother's family had already taken care of everything for Su Meng in the capital, because it was rooted in Linhuai County, the old lady and Su Meng decided that Su Meng would go to the capital first, and then take the family to settle in the capital.

The entrance of the house.

The subordinates carried Su Meng's luggage into the carriage little by little.

The yard, which used to be cold, is now particularly lively.

Su Meng was dressed in a royal blue background and a blue swastika wearing a plum group cocoon silk straight jacket, and his facial features were engraved with the outline of the years, and each stroke revealed a touch of vicissitudes. Su Sanyuan realized that it seemed that since Ling Yuniang's death, Su Meng had changed a lot, and he didn't love to laugh as much as he remembered. In the memory of Su Sanyuan's former master, Su Meng often made Ling Yuniang laugh......

The old lady gave long and short instructions in front of Su Meng.

In the eyes of the old lady, Su Meng will always be a child who will not grow up.

"Meng'er, you bring more entanglement, don't let yourself be hungry and cold." The old lady took Su Meng's hand and stared at Su Meng kindly.

Uncle Zhuang made a compilation to Su Meng, "Master, the girl is here." ”

Su Meng snorted and looked up at Su Sanyuan, "Sister Yuan, come over to Daddy." ”

Su Sanyuan walked up to Su Meng.

Many times, although they are in the name of father and daughter, they never pass by with just a few polite words. For the first time, I was talking from such a few steps away like this.

Su Meng raised his head and patted Su Sanyuan's shoulder with his thick palm, "Sister Yuan, why have you lost so much weight during this time?" Now is the time for you to grow your body, and you need to eat more when it's time to eat, you know?"

"Yes." Su Sanyuan responded.

The years have endowed a person with a lot, just like the calm and strange feeling that Su Meng gave to Su Sanyuan at this time. Time is fleeting, and the time that passes will gradually become strange to those who were once familiar.

A coughing sound wafted in.

With the sound of footsteps, accompanied by the concern of the maid and the flowers, Hu Yuming walked over.

Chronic illness. Zhang Qixiu's affairs piled up in Hu Yuming's heart, and it turned out to be a heart disease that was not well diagnosed and treated. Hu Yuming was sick this time, his face was pale, and his big eyes had lost his former flying and domineering.

Hu Yuming walked over, glanced at Su Sanyuan who was nearby, looked at Su Mengfu, coughed when he got up, and waited for the cough to ease a little before he said, "Master, this time when you go out, you have to take care of your body more." As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed again.

Out of the corner of Su Sanyuan's eyes, Su Meng frowned, and there was a lonely light in his eyes, which flashed.

I don't know why, Su Sanyuan suddenly felt that Hu Yuming in this life was a little sad. Maybe it's sad that the person Hu Yuming loves is not the person who accompanies him in front of him......

Su Meng sighed lightly, walked over, and gently patted Hu Yuming on the shoulder, "You, I really can't help it...... I will also settle down in the capital for a while, you cooperate with your mother, you have to let your mother have a little bit of everything, but don't wronged yourself, if your mother has any disagreement with you, you can write to me. ”

"Yes, sir." Hu Yuming agreed.

Su Meng looked at Su Sanyuan, "Sister Yuan, you get along with your mother well, and when your father settles down in the capital, I will find you a good family in the capital in the future." ”

"Yes." Su Sanyuan said obediently.

The old lady smiled, "Meng'er, this matter will be arranged by the old body, and it will definitely be arranged successfully." You only care about your officialdom. You'll have to take care of yourself along the way!"

"Mother, you have to take care of yourself too!" Su Meng pulled his lips, glanced at his family, turned around and took Uncle Zhuang into the carriage together.

As the sun sets, the carriage moves away on the horizon.

The days of the Su Mansion are quiet. The old lady stayed in Changle Courtyard to chant the Buddha number of Duobao Rulai for Su Meng, and Hu Yuming coughed and stayed in his own Jade Ming Courtyard and rarely went out.

Late at night, Su Sanyuan sat on the eaves, and Bai Chengan didn't come to her for a long time. It's like what Bai Cheng'an said, the fact that she was chosen by the White-clothed Sect Protector also seems to be just a dream of Nan Ke, a little illusory. Su Sanyuan climbed down from the eaves along several uneven places.

The maid guarding the door fell asleep against the pillar. The cold wind blew, and the little girl just shrunk her neck, twisted uncomfortably to the side, and continued to snore.

Su Sanyuan carefully covered the coat on the maid's body before tiptoeing away. The room was pitch black, Su Sanyuan felt the darkness and walked inside, and suddenly heard a small sound, and then saw a black shadow against the light with his back to her and was carefully rummaging through every corner.

The faint light of the candle in the hand of the black shadow flickered on and off, reflecting the unreal man.

"Gui'er." Su Sanyuan called in a low voice, a little incredulous.

In the dark, Gui'er held the letter that Su Sanyuan had forced Zhang Qixiu to write.

"Gui'er, what are you doing?" Su Sanyuan said coldly, and there was a slight coldness in her eyes, a coldness that appeared after experiencing disappointment.

Unconsciously, the black shadow took a step backwards, the candle in his hand fell to the ground, the stars flickered, and then the surroundings fell into darkness.

Neither side spoke.

The maid outside the house was awakened by the movement inside the house, "Girl, is there something going on inside you?"

didn't hear any movement in the house, the maid outside the house pushed the door in and saw Su Sanyuan and Gui'er in the dark. After hesitating for a moment, the maid hurried over and lit the candle.

"You go out first." Su Sanyuan's voice was full of exhaustion, and she instructed lightly.

The maid thought for a while, looked in the direction of Sister Gui'er with a black face, obediently listened to Su Sanyuan's order, and exited the house.

"Why, you're looking for that letter?" Su Sanyuan asked in a soft voice.

Hearing this, Gui'er closed her eyes, and two lines of tears slipped down her eyes.

Gui'er is a rare beauty, with willow eyebrows and big eyes, long and curly eyelashes, and her lips pursed without speaking, especially when she quietly sheds tears at this time, the kind of soft and weak beauty is enough to make the merry and talented person salivate.

Su Sanyuan swallowed, and then asked, "Gui'er, you are looking for that letter, you are going to give it to Zhang Qixiu, right?"

Gui'er opened her eyes, her black eyes were fascinated by a layer of tears, her eyelashes trembled, tears rolled down, and her voice was choked with uncontrollably, "Girl, if I say yes, will you sell me to Ya Pozi?"