It was the middle of summer, there was not a single cloud in the blue sky, the weather was getting a little hot and dry, even the wind was not cool, and the trees were hanging on their leaves.

The day when the news of the annihilation of the Red Blood Hussars spread, it exploded like a summer sun in Fengjin City.

That day, Wen Qingyao wore an emerald green light gauze skirt, sat in the courtyard of Yaoxi to enjoy the coolness, took a bite of her favorite snowflake cake, and ate very happily.

Dong Zao stumbled in all the way, and as soon as he arrived, he hugged Wen Qingyao and began to cry, tears like short-term beads, and he couldn't stop it.

Qing Yao patted her back inexplicably, and said inexplicably: "What's wrong with the winter dates?" But the maid of Yuqing Courtyard bullied you again? I'll help you clean them up. ”

Yuqing Courtyard is the courtyard of Qing Yao's half-sister Wanxin, she doesn't know why, it seems that Wanxin has not liked her sister since she was born, and the maids in her courtyard don't like her either, and often bully the weak winter dates.

Dong Zao is as old as her, she has no father and no mother since she was a child, her father brought her back and gave her as a maid, and she can be regarded as having a home, Qing Yao is honest and kind, she treats Dong Zao as a sister, and naturally she can't tolerate bullying by others.

Dong Zao shook his head with teary eyes, and gradually calmed down after a while, and choked up: "Miss, General Su and they are all dead, the Su family ...... The Su family is gone. ”

This sentence stabbed Wen Qingyao's heart like a sharp sword, she grabbed Dong Zaodao's shoulder fiercely, and choked up: "You lied to me? You're lying to me, aren't you? Impossible, General Su is so powerful, just a mere widow, how could he be defeated. ”

"Miss, it's true, now everyone in Fengjin City knows it." Dong Zao forcibly suppressed the grief that was about to come out, and said cautiously, afraid that he would sting Wen Qingyao again.

For a while, Wen Qingyao didn't react as if she had lost her soul, and after a while, she muttered: "Winter dates, I'm so cold, so cold." ”

Under the scorching midsummer sun, she was so cold that her whole body shivered.

"I'll get you clothes." The heart of the winter jujube is like an ant's nest, and the ants keep crawling around in it, which is very uncomfortable.

Dong Zao quickly walked into the house and took out a pale pink embroidered cloak, and was about to come out to put it on Wen Qingyao, but the people in the courtyard sat on the ground, tears raining down, but there was no crying at all, panting with a big mouth, and it was sad to sink into the liver and spleen.

For several days in a row, Wen Qingyao cried all day long, didn't eat or drink, couldn't persuade anyone, and quickly lost weight, her eyes were blank like walking corpses.

Later, she suddenly stopped crying, and began to eat in large gulps, five or six times a day, and then began to mess around, intensifying her nonsense, and getting into trouble without any scruples. When the people on the long street saw her, they hid far away, and no one dared to provoke her.

Behind her, a young man in white has been silently followed, and if anyone fights back, he will take his life, and he has not hesitated for a moment.

Wen Qingyao's smile has not diminished, but her appearance has changed.

On this day, Wen Qingyao went to the Lan Pavilion and asked for a pot of "gentleman's drunk".

On weekdays, the shopkeeper would definitely not sell her wine, but now Wen Qingyao is like a vicious bandit, angrily waving his fist and threatening to smash his shop.

She didn't even use a wine glass, she looked up and poured a pot of "gentleman drunk" into her mouth.

The first time I drank, my throat hurt badly, and I choked for a while, and the pungency made her face red and red, and she poured it in regardless of it, as if she wanted to choke herself.

Feng Zerui then came upstairs, and saw a thin man with empty eyes and a soulless man leaning on the railing to drink, angrily stepped forward and grabbed the wine jug, and said angrily: "You don't know how to cherish yourself like this, if Brother Xianyu knows how sad it would be if Brother Xianyu knew it, who are you torturing yourself to." ”

"Give me the wine." Wen Qingyao didn't seem to listen, supporting her swaying body and wanting to step forward to grab the wine jug, she stumbled under her feet, and saw that she was about to fall to the ground, but she saw a young man in white flying forward like an arrow from the string and grabbed her slender waist, holding a hand on the waist, she was getting thinner and thinner.

"Qiyang Shizi, you ask Feng Zerui to return the wine jug to me. You still owe me a pair of eyes, and if you take the flask from me today, it will be repaid, I beg you. Wen Qingyao looked at Xiqiyang with teary eyes, her voice became hoarse and ugly, she was arrogant in the past, but today she is as humble as dust.

"Returned? It's not the same thing. Scholar Xiqiyang learned what Wen Qing had said, and said softly.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, staring at the little girl in his arms, it had only been a few days, and he had tortured himself like this, and his heart was a little painful as if he had been punched hard.

Wen Qingyao angrily pushed Xi Qiyang away, lost her support, her body was shaky, and she barely stood up by holding on to the railing, "What are you doing here, give me the wine." I felt bad, it hurt so much. ”

Wen Qingyao hit her heart one by one, "I want to get rid of this heart because of the pain every day." ”

"When I was five years old, I climbed over the wall of the General's Mansion to see him, and when I saw him dancing with a sword in the courtyard, I was filled with joy. I said I was going to marry him, and I said it for eight years. In eight years, I'm about to grow up, and I can get married, but where is he? Wen Qingyao's voice was full of low roar, with unspeakable grief, and memories were flooding endlessly.

"This "gentleman drunk" is really good wine, drink it, my envy is back, he is standing in front of me, looking indifferent, I know he cares, if he knows that I drink, he will be angry, you see, he is angry, he yelled at me, Wen Qingyao, don't drink. ”

"He's always like this, he cares in his heart, but he has to pretend he doesn't care, why do you say he is competing with himself, I know his heart, I know it." Wen Qingyao pointed to the empty door in front of her.

She walked forward slowly, reaching out to grab it, but it was empty.

Feng Zerui grabbed Qing Yao's shoulder and shook it vigorously, as if he wanted to retrieve her soul.

"He's dead and can't come back, sober up." Feng Zerui almost roared.

He no longer wants to see Wen Qingyao torturing him, one is a brother and the other is a relative, and his pain is no less than half a point than her.

Since Wen Qingyao cried loudly in the days when she knew Su Xianyu's death, she has not shed a single tear so far, she is swallowing her tears.

Feng Zerui's words reminded her again at this moment that even if she escaped, she couldn't change the facts.

She suddenly burst into tears, her mouth opened wide and she continued to gasp, and her tears were surging, as if she wanted to drain all the tears of this life, releasing all the pain that had been suppressed in her heart.

His fingers gripped the window railing tightly, as if he was about to dig his nails in.

Wen Qingyao thought that she had really lost Su Xianyu and her favorite handsome boy.

Xiqiyang's eyes were red, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails sank into the flesh, blood seeped out, and the red burned people's eyes.

A moment later

He stepped forward slowly, stretched out his arms and hugged Wen Qingyao in his arms, tightly, as if he was about to rub into his life.

"I'll protect you in the future."