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is still the arrogant narcissistic king, but the outer layer of skin has become beautiful, and the others are still there. Jiang Muxue instantly breathed a sigh of relief and re-adapted.

But she deliberately didn't answer his question, which made the evil ghost king more and more anxious, and finally grabbed Jiang Muxue and didn't let go.

In this way, the two of them played happily, which seemed to have formed a law. What cloak man, special strength, all fuck off.

I don't understand, I don't understand, okay, I don't want to know, okay? I'm not interested, am I?

Listening to the joyful frolicking sound of the master and servant, a certain manly seven-hole in the yin-yang mirror was smoking, and his brows were about to drip water.

Jiang Muxue left the Ghost King Palace in a very happy atmosphere, this mission was the shortest of so many missions in terms of time, and Jiang Muxue left from the scene after only two months.

Although the time was short, Jiang Muxue sighed when she left.

The bitter lord is called Wen Shiman, and when he hears the name, he is a literary young man. It's almost the same as describing it this way, and the literary and artistic atmosphere of Wen Shiman is still ancestral, and you can count it all the way up to your great-grandfather.

When it comes to Wen Shiman's parents' generation, although they are not as glorious as their ancestors, they are also university teachers.

Therefore, Wen Shiman has lived in an atmosphere of free thought and bookish atmosphere since childhood, and has developed an innocent, splendid, sensitive and amorous character when he grows up.

When she was seventeen years old, a guest suddenly came to the house, a student of her father, Wenli, named Lin Duoqing. Three years ago, when he graduated from university, he went to the mountains to teach, and now that his mission has been successfully completed, he has been retained to teach.

Wen Shiman was really shocked when he saw Lin Duoqing for the first time, this person is so familiar!

She thought about it carefully and suddenly realized that this senior brother she had never met had actually appeared in her dream.

Later, Wen Shiman was admitted to the university where her parents were, and on the first day of school, she met Lin Duoqing again, and at that time, he was already her Chinese painting teacher.

From then on, out of control, she thought that his arrival was the fate arranged by God, so she couldn't help falling in love with Lin Duoqing.

It's just that in that era of relatively conservative thinking, teacher-student love was a taboo in people's mouths, and for four years, Wen Shiman desperately suppressed this emotion until he graduated from college and Lin Duoqing got married. And he married a student of this school, but she was two levels higher than Wen Shiman.

Wen Shiman couldn't stand this blow, and left this country heartbroken and flew to the other side of the ocean to study.

Seven years later, Wen Shiman, who was nearly thirty years old, returned to her hometown with an extremely anxious heart, just because she heard the news that Lin Duoqing's wife died of illness, and now he is only dependent on his five-year-old son.

Back on the former university campus, she wandered on the tree-lined paths of the school every day, this road, she had walked more than how many times, just because this road was the only way for Lin Duoqing to go to and from class every day.

Once, how many times, she pretended to meet him here inadvertently, and shouted "Hello teacher" in a proper manner. Sometimes he would naughtily call out his senior brother, and whenever this happened, Lin Duoqing would smile shyly and nod and walk over.

When she was in a bad mood, Wen Shiman would sit far away, pretending to concentrate on sketching, just waiting for Lin Duo to pass by with chic and uninhibited steps, and then she secretly looked up again.

……

Wen Shiman walked on the trail for a few days, but never saw Lin Duoqing pass by. Just when she was disheartened, the figure that had haunted her for many years appeared.

At that moment, she couldn't control her emotions and burst into tears.

Although he is still tall and straight, his former demeanor no longer exists, his hair is very loose, he has not been washed for several days, and Wen Shiman can even see the shiny "head oil". The collar of the shirt was crumpled, and there were two dirt on it as well.

Because of the rain, there were a few bits of mud scattered on the hem of his trousers, and a pair of old sneakers had been worn for a few years, and the white laces had turned yellow.

When Wen Shiman looked at Lin Duoqing, Lin Duoqing was also looking at her in a daze.

The style is still the same, a little more charming than seven years ago, I can wear makeup, and I am dressed fashionably and beautifully, but the only thing that has not changed is the clear and translucent eyes.

But at this moment, those eyes were full of tears, and Lin Duoqing didn't say a word, took out a tissue and handed it to her.

Wen Shiman didn't answer, and threw himself into his arms and cried, this scene was seen by many people, coupled with Wen Shiman's insistence, the two soon got married.

Because of this incident, Wen Shiman's parents almost cut off relations with her.

And Wen Shiman's married life is beyond her imagination, Lin Duoqing lives with the child's grandmother, that is, the mother of his dead wife Wu Yunmeng. The old woman died five years ago, and then she lived with her daughter and son-in-law, and after her daughter's death, she was afraid that Lin Duoqing would not be able to take care of the child, so she has been living in her son-in-law's house.

For the old woman Chen Mei, Wen Shiman was an intruder who suddenly broke into their home. She was afraid that Wen Shiman would not be good to her grandson, so she was always vigilant and did not let her children come into contact with Wen Shiman, and in addition, she pretended to be pitiful in front of Lin Duoqing from time to time and made small actions to frame her.

After a long time, Wen Shiman's whole person was almost in a state of near collapse.

Her decision to marry Lin Duoqing was largely made under a sense of urgency. She had already lost Lin Duoqing once and didn't want to lose a second time.

In addition, in her heart, she always thought that Lin Duoqing had her in her heart, but after a year of marriage, she didn't find out how much Lin Duoqing loved her. On the contrary, on Wu Mengyun's first anniversary, Lin Duoqing sat in front of her tombstone for a day.

The last line of defense in Wen Shiman's heart collapsed. And in this year, she was under great pressure, her parents did not want to see her, relatives and friends ridiculed, and the people around her were puzzled...... At that moment, Wen Shiman felt that it was really enough.

The next day, she resolutely divorced Lin Duoqing.

After that, he crossed the ocean again and went abroad, which was more than ten years, and he did not come back until he lost his breath.

After recalling all this, Jiang Muxue sighed repeatedly.

At this moment, she is wearing a black sweater with black and bright hair, and the sweater is the most popular red trench coat this year.

The black high-heeled boots "clicked" on the stone pavement, sounding very rhythmic.

When she came, Wen Shiman was walking on this tree-lined path, according to the development of time, today, is the day when Wen Shiman and Lin Duoqing meet.

But Jiang Muxue didn't plan to meet Lin Duoqing, since she didn't love her, why did she meet?

She didn't feel the need for this, so she suddenly quickened her pace and walked towards another fork in the road.

Now it is the late autumn season, the leaves of the red maple forest are yellow and red, the autumn wind sweeps down, and the maple leaves dance with the wind, Jiang Muxue can't help but grab a piece, put it in front of her nose and smell it, well, there is still a hint of dew in the fragrance of the leaves.

"Who?" As if sensing someone prying eyes, she shouted.

ps: Tomorrow or in the afternoon, I've eaten up the manuscript, I can only write and send at the same time, this is the tenth update, I hope you can read it for a longer time. (To be continued.) )