Chapter 220: Tragedy under the Doctrine of Misfortune

The other party showed a hurt look, and there was a look of remorse and self-reproach in his eyes.

"Rong'er...... I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's me who came late, it's me ...... Hurt you...... It's all me...... It's me...... You don't want to know me, and if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have met with those ...... It's all me, it's me who ...... sorry for you. ”

As he spoke, the other party raised his hand and slapped himself violently, with tears of remorse in his eyes, and punished himself with tears.

Feng Xiyan felt that he was really going crazy, and his temples couldn't stop jumping.

What a thing, she swore that if Shangguan Candle was in front of her at this moment, she would definitely beat him up, although she knew that it was unlikely, but she still wanted to do this, in order to vent the dissatisfaction in her heart, because this person was so hateful.

Looking at the grief-stricken man in front of her, Feng Xiyan really couldn't stand this, if it was hypocritical, it would be good to say, she could be sarcastic without any scruples, but the emotions shown by this person did not have any false affection in it, which is why she was so in a dilemma.

She said with a headache: "Big brother, can you calm down first?" Listen to me first, okay? ”

"Rong'er......."

The man stopped his tears and looked at her blankly.

"This big brother, I really don't know you, and I don't know what happened before, so I can't understand your emotions now, because something happened to me, and I was stimulated too much, resulting in the loss of my memory, and I don't know anyone except Wanyuehe."

"So, don't get excited, you can tell me slowly, because I really can't remember anything about the past, and I don't even know anyone, not just because I don't know you."

The other man was stunned, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, his pupils dilated slightly, and after a while, the look of self-blame in his eyes became thicker, tears kept pouring up in his eyes, his emotions gradually collapsed, and his body slowly slid down and squatted down, with endless remorse and choking in his voice.

"It's all me...... I am the one who hurt you, and I should have begged my mother earlier, otherwise you would not have suffered this sin and suffered these torments...... I'm not human, and when I hear that something happened to you, I wish I was hurrying, hurrying...... In the two years since you disappeared, I have searched for many places. ”

"But there was no trace to be found, and they ...... They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it, I don't believe that God would be so cruel to me...... Fortunately, Rong'er, fortunately you are still alive, and you are back....... ”

The man squatted on the ground and cried forbearantly, his upright shoulders hung weakly, and his body trembled because of crying.

Feng Xiyan was completely stunned, his irritable mood quickly cooled down, and he looked at the man in front of him sadly.

I heard that love is nine times out of ten, especially in ancient times under this kind of feudal dogma, there are countless tragic love stories, there are Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who can't fall in love, and finally live and die until they turn into butterflies, and Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing are happy with each other, and the love is vigorous, but they are opposed by their parents and families, and finally they both died and turned into flying butterflies.

The love tragedies buried in feudal etiquette and family grievances should be countless love tragedies that have been recited since ancient times, and every time they mention it, such stories can make people sigh.

When she heard such a story in the past, she would also be sad and angry because of the tragic hero and heroine in the story, and even fantasized about how to change the status quo if she were herself.

But when I actually came here, I realized that everything was just my own whims.

Every era has its own rules, its own laws, and if you want to change all this by yourself because of your arrival, it is impossible to happen, because the ideas and concepts are so deeply ingrained that there is no way to change them.

"I'm sorry...... Rong'er ...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I had come earlier, this wouldn't have happened, if I had shown my heart to my mother earlier, proposed to the old hall master earlier, and married you earlier, this would not have happened, I hurt you...... It's all me, it's my ....... ”

The man squatted in front of her in grief, from his voice to his movements, to his eyes, to his whole body and even his hair, with endless sadness and distress and self-blame, and the most regret.

Feng Xiyan really sympathized with the grief-stricken man in front of her, but it was only sympathy and pity, and the rest, there was no other emotion, because she was not really Jiang Lianrong, and she had not experienced what she had experienced.

I don't know what her heart is, I can't appreciate the unforgettable memories and love between them, and most importantly, she doesn't know anything about what is happening in front of her now, even if she wants to share a relationship, she can't do it.

Alas! It's not that she's cold-blooded, it's that she's powerless.

"That...... Why don't you calm down first, don't get excited, although I sympathize with you, but I can't understand a word of what you said, or you should tell me what happened before, so that I can know what happened before, so that I can know how to deal with it? ”

Hearing her words, the man slowly raised his head to look at her, his eyes filled with incomparably complex emotions, self-blame, guilt, distress, regret, and some other inexplicable emotions.

In this regard, Feng Xiyan raised an embarrassed smile and smiled at him falsely.

Later, in order to allow the man to explain the story of him and Jiang Lianrong a little more comfortably, Feng Xiyan also deliberately found a gazebo in an unfamiliar back garden, and then took people there.

In the summer evening, when the sun has just set, the breeze is blowing, the heat is not there, in the cool pavilion, a man and a woman are sitting face to face, the branches outside the pavilion are blown by the wind, gently writhing, the charming fragrance of the flowers under the tree, in the pond under the pavilion, the red carp are playing and laughing.

With such a beautiful scenery, Feng Xiyan only felt that there was almost fruit wine and peanuts, and when he remembered the fruit wine he drank at the banquet just now, his saliva unconsciously flowed out, regretting that he didn't let his subordinates bring out the wine just now.

When she was regretting it in her heart, she suddenly saw the man staring at her with a melancholy face, and felt that she seemed to be a little too much, people were so sad and sad, she actually thought about drinking peanuts and listening to his story.

What a sin! Sin!

"This son, you haven't told me yet, what's your name?"

Maybe her words were too outward, the man's face turned pale, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he drooped, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had accepted the setting that she had lost her memory, so his voice was quite calm.