Well? Elm's head is open?

Shunhua looked away, didn't dare to look at him, looked at the little galaxy reflected on the lake, and his heartbeat was a little faster.

Didn't you hear this sentence in the second village in the world? Why didn't you ask me then? ”

Fu Mujin pulled his body, leaned forward slightly, and said softly: "At that time, Brother Yan was in a coma, Fu planned to wait for you to wake up and ask, now, you and I have decided to get married, Brother Yan, whether you are a man or a woman, you can't run away." ”

Slender fingers slid restlessly into her fingers, clasping tightly with them.

"Listen to what you mean, you are very aggrieved and want to run away?" She squinted her eyes and stared at him like a cute little chubby fox.

"Brother Yan misunderstood."

"Huh?"

He looked at Shunhua with eyes full of prey, raised the back of her hand and dropped a kiss between her lips, and said in a charming voice: "Fu is talking about you, you can't run away." ”

A light rain fell from the sky, dripping on the two little hearts that were rattling.

The two men in the rain looked at each other and smiled, and were about to get up to hide from the rain, when an old man wearing a coat and white hair and sideburns stepped forward and asked a very strange question.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai, what year, month, time and time is this year?"

Fu Mujin took Shunhua by the hand, looked down at her suspiciously, smiled dotingly, and was about to answer the old man's question, how do you know, the old man with white hair and sideburns stepped forward and bumped into Fu Muhibiscus, and when Shunhua reacted, Fu Muhibiscus had already fallen to the ground and collapsed in a pool of blood.

Thunder roared in the night sky, heavy rain poured down, and the blade drawn by the old man was dripping blood, and the blood flowed to the lake with the surging night rain drop by drop.

"Hibiscus, hibiscus?"

Shunhua, who was full of tears, knelt down and shouted his name anxiously.

"Quick... Let's go..."

Blood kept pouring down his heart, and he lay on the ground weakly calling for her to leave.

"How can you... Let me leave you alone? ”

The woman trembled and reached out to cover his wound, looking at him at a loss, tears falling uncontrollably, even the fingertips that touched him trembled.

"How can you be so cruel, for the rest of your life, if I don't have you, how can I live?"

He used the last of his strength to wipe her eyes, but as soon as his hand reached into the air, he drooped heavily.

"Words... Elder brother... Right... I can't afford it.."

The person in the blurred vision closed his eyes heavily, and the tearful Shunhua guarded him tightly, holding his head, crying bitterly.

The woman's sobbing cry was like this cold and merciless rain, crying heartbreakingly.

At some point, the old man with the bloody knife seemed to be a little moved, and left quietly.

Shunhua gritted his teeth, picked up Fu Mujian, walked slowly in the direction of the medicine house, and said to himself: "Don't be afraid, my uncle's medical skills are exquisite, and he will definitely be able to cure you, if you persist for a while, and if you persist for a while, we will definitely be able to stay together until we are old..."

But no matter how much the woman cried, the man on her back did not respond, his eyes closed in dead silence, and his hands hung limply in the air.

*

Fu Xing, who didn't know it, was holding a large stack of red paper, planning to practice calligraphy and write some wedding cards, when he suddenly heard a burst of exclamation.

He looked back in amazement and heard the news of his son's assassination from the mouth of Ichimai.

In an instant, the brush fell from his hand onto the red paper, and with a click, a little ink fell on the paper.

The festive red paper was soaked in jet-black ink, and it was suddenly smeared.

Fu Xing hurriedly came to Fu Mujian's room, only to see his son lying on the bed with a bloodless face, his head was suddenly blank, as a doctor, he subconsciously walked to the bed, raised his son's wrist, checked his pulse, and tried to stabilize his emotions.

"There is still salvation, there is salvation, Yidao, why don't you go and prepare hot water quickly, what are you going to do here?"

Hearing this, the little scholar with a pale face wiped his tears and rushed out.

"Okay, Ichiba will go right away."

Shunhua looked directly at the hibiscus on the bed, his face full of tears, as if he was stunned, motionless.

Fu Xing looked at her, and couldn't help but feel a nameless fire in his heart.

"Idle people, wait, go out immediately, Fu doesn't want to see you now."

The stunned Shunhua raised his head, met the eyes similar to Fu Mujian, held back tears, and silently withdrew from the room.

It seems as if a hole has been broken in my heart, a hole that I can't fill no matter how I fill it.

She whispered, "It's good to be saved, it's good to be saved." ”

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded behind her, and she looked back in disbelief and smiled miserably.

That's right, she swore a poisonous oath, how could she be lucky.

Now, the poisonous oath has finally been fulfilled.

But why is it that he is the one who is hurt, not himself?

The closed room was brightly lit all night, and Fu Xing rescued him all night, and kept watch without sleep for three days before snatching his son's life back from the hands of King Yama.

Every other hour, it seems to have become his habit to probe his son's snort.

If he misses one time, he frowns once.

"Master, since the son is safe and sound, it's better to go out and talk to the little fat man."

"Wait." Fu Xing raised his eyes and said indifferently, "Go and bring the marriage book of Mu Hibiscus and Fang Xiaoyun?" ”

"Marriage letters? Why do you need a marriage certificate? "Ichibashi is puzzled.

"Go."

His attitude was suddenly very tough, and the little scholar was stunned, so he rushed out of the shelf and took the folded marriage book.

I saw that Fu Xing picked up the brush, imitated Fu Mujian's handwriting, and wrote the three big characters of Fu Mujin on the marriage book.

"Master, what are you trying to do? Didn't you plan to go to Fang's house in person to discuss the divorce? ”

"The Fang family's marriage will not be withdrawn."

Fu Xing, who was over half a hundred years old, looked at his unconscious son on the bed and said in a deep voice.

"Why?"

"You don't have to care, you just keep watch over my son here every step of the way, don't come out, don't make a noise, if my son wakes up and asks where his brother Yan is, tell him that the man saw that he couldn't survive, so he left him and left."

"Master, do you want to break up the two of them?"

Yidao looked at Fu Xing in shock and asked in disbelief.

"And you have to promise me that you will never mention the matter of writing the marriage letter in the future."

The little scholar looked at Fu Xing, who was as gracious as a mountain, and then looked back at Fu Mujian, who was in love with his siblings, silently lowered his head, and replied softly: "Okay, Yidao promises you." ”

*

The sky was bright, the unkempt Shunhua squatted in front of the door, and the six gods waited for three days and three nights, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he didn't dare to close his eyes, for fear of missing his news.

The sudden sound of the door opening broke the dead silence in front of him.

The door opened in front of her, and a dim light illuminated her eyes.

"Hibiscus? Uncle, is Hibiscus okay? She was anxious to stand up, but found that her legs were numb after squatting for a few days, and she couldn't stand up a little.

Fu Xing looked at those clear eyes, and suddenly felt a little unbearable, but as soon as he remembered the injury he found on his son's body, he turned his heart sideways, pulled Shunhua, and walked straight to the door of the medicine house.

"Uncle, uncle, where do you want to take me? Hibiscus him, how is he? ”

Shunhua was pulled away in confusion, and almost fell halfway, Fu Xing ruthlessly drove her out of the medicine house and let her fall outside the door.

"Don't call me uncle again, and don't let me see you next to my son."

Shunhua sat up from the ground, looked at Fu Xing blankly, and asked humbly, "Why?" Am I doing something wrong? Or is there something wrong with Hibiscus, please, tell me if Hibiscus is okay? Let me take a look at him. ”

"My son, he's fine." Fu Xing said indifferently: "In the future, my son's affairs will not be bothered, this time, after he went back and forth at the door of death, he woke up last night, he learned from the pain, he had already promised Fu someone, and made up his mind to marry the daughter of the Fang family, and cut off the relationship with you in the future." ”

She stood up with vague steps, looking at Fu Xing with a determined look in her eyes.

"No way, he said that he would stay with me until he was old, and he would never easily break our oath."

However, a thin marriage fell on her face, she slowly took it down and recognized the handwriting on the marriage book, which was exactly the same as the handwriting written by Fu Muhibiscus on the Kong Ming lantern that she put on the lonely snow mountain that day, "The red flower is connected with the heart, and we will know each other for the rest of our lives".

"Now you should believe it." Fu Xing saw that she wanted to tear it, so he reminded loudly: "My son has made up his mind, even if you tear it up, he can still write." ”

Even if you tear it off, he can write...

Shunhua pursed her lips bitterly and looked at the direction of Fu Mujian's room, how much she wished, at this time he stood outside the door, looked at her and smiled, and told her that all this was fake.

She lowered her head and looked at the marriage book in front of her with someone else's name written on it with her fingers trembling.

If trust is a chain, Fu Xing's next words are the heaviest blow to this precarious chain.

"You just let him go, if it weren't for his wide clothes to stop the bleeding, Fu couldn't believe that this scarred body was my son, his leg injury had not healed, and he was not well conditioned, running around, I am afraid that he will be disabled in the future, and I will go out with you and come back, and my heart and lungs are almost pierced, please, pity my father, it is not easy to raise him so big, let us go."

Hearing this, tears fell wordlessly on the marriage book, blurring his vision and his name.

She opened her lips slightly, and said with a dead heart: "Can you give me this marriage certificate?" ”

"What?" Fu Xing thought he had misheard.

Shunhua turned around slowly, suddenly turned around, and asked softly.

"I... Can you take another look at him before you leave? ”

Fu Xing looked at those tearful eyes, couldn't bear to look away, hardened his heart and said: "Since you have made up your mind, please don't turn back, even if you let you see my son, it will only add sadness." ”

The woman was stunned, nodded, gritted her teeth, turned around with determination, got into the carriage, took the reins, and walked away without looking back.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in this earthly spirit, isolated village.

Suddenly, there was a noise in my ears, and the person on the bed was suddenly awakened.

"Childe, are you awake?"

The little scholar raised his eyes in surprise and was about to go out to call the master.

"What about Brother Yan? Brother Yan... Where is it? Is she okay? ”

The first time he raised his eyes, he didn't see her, and he had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

The sound of horses' hooves?

Anxious, he covered his wounds, got out of bed, ignored the obstacles, stepped out of the door, and happened to see Shunhua driving a carriage away on the corridor.

"How so? Where is Brother Yan going? ”

He called Shunhua who was leaving weakly, his tangled heart hurt more than a wound, he stretched out his hand weakly, and watched her disappear at the end of his sight.

"Childe, lie down quickly, your wound is oozing blood."

The sound faded away, and the weak body fell to the ground and fainted.

"Hibiscus? Get him back to bed. ”

Fu Xing sighed deeply, and said silently in his heart, don't blame your father for being ruthless, for your father, I only wish you a good life and no quarrel with the world.