This morning, my husband ran away from home again.

The reason why he said "again" is because he has done this kind of thing more than once.

"Humph! I'm not coming back! He had an angry expression, "I'm angry!" Angry! ”

With that, he ran out of the yard in a puff of smoke.

I don't know where he went, but I'm not worried.

I finished washing my clothes and sat alone at the gate of the small courtyard, looking up at the blue sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The weather is so nice!

Looking at the white clothes that were blown by the wind under the clear blue sky, I felt indescribably happy in my heart for no reason, and I wished I could tell my husband about this mood immediately.

If there is a cell phone Chapter 193 I, Xi Shi, the named symbol (above), I will immediately dial his number.

"Hey! I'm very happy now, husband! ”

After thinking about it for a long time, I can only come up with this sentence. But if you tell your husband this sentence, you will inevitably be suspected of joking: after all, he just ran away in anger.

This is a secluded courtyard in the coastal countryside of Qi Kingdom, and the fence wall is crawling with green vines, which were planted by Fucha himself last spring.

It's a May day, and it's just hot. The pink flowers on the green vines, starting with buds the size of small thumbs, are getting fuller day by day. Like a smile on a dear person's face. Then it was only one noon, and all of a sudden it was completely blooming, and the flowers were fiery red, the color was solemn and simple, almost stubborn red, one next to the other, decorated with a dazzling flower curtain. When the wind rises, the roses swaying into a brilliant light, deep and shallow, bright and delicate pure. Each one blooms so well, innocent and calm, serious, and stubborn.

It's like a husband.

I like this kind of scene, like before. I have also gazed at such a scenery for a long time.

This is how I crawled through Chapter 193 I, Xi Shi, was named with a symbol (above) a rose, like a red pearl on a jade jade screen. It seems that the sky was also very blue at that time, clean and clear like a nascent sapphire, and the wind in early summer was very strong, and the hot wind was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, as if the whole world was immersed in a sea of crimson roses.

…… What exactly is that place? My home?

By the way, there was another boy who sent it to my house for me at school.

"So, I'm leaving."

A vague figure, fragmented words, but it seems that the other party is the boy I have always secretly liked, but I have never had a chance to say it.

It was a very hot day, the wind was very strong, and the roses were in full bloom, and there were rose petals in his hair.

By now, I can't remember his face, but I do remember my mood at that time, and the female voice on the record player in the living room, singing a song that I don't know the name of:

Do you remember?

There was a night like that

There was ever such a person......

Alas, the good days have just begun.

That's what I like, long vacations waiting for me to play, and my favorite boy has been waiting for me under the roses in my house...... What is not satisfied with a small heart?

But if you tell this to your husband. Then he will definitely show a look of jealousy and disdain.

"Hmph, coward, I don't dare to stay a little longer after sending something, if it were me......"

He would have said so.

But if it was Gou Jian, what would he say?

I looked up at the sky for a moment, and the silver clouds shone like snow-white skulls in the spotlight.

"I don't know what that stubborn braincase is doing right now." It occurred to me that no matter what he was doing, he couldn't be as idle as I was looking at the clouds.

Stubborn braincase, I'm talking about Gou Jian, stubborn and cold, that person.

He was such a cold presence that we had hugged all night, but we still couldn't raise his body temperature in the slightest......

It was many years ago.

Gou Jian is the first person I have seen in this world. He was a very handsome man, perhaps the most handsome man I had ever seen, and he was leading a white horse and stepping on dew-stained dead leaves, and he came to me from the depths of the forest, as if in a dream.

But when the poison on his body is violently attacked, this person has nothing to do with the word "suave".

Now that I think about it, what does that feel like? I'm right on Goujian.

It wasn't because he was the first of his kind I had ever seen, but I would be no different from a fledgling that had just opened its eyes.

There was something in that man that I was all too familiar with. I'm so familiar with it. It's as if you've lived with it for many years. I mean, the deep pain and madness in Gou Jian's body is actually a feeling that I know very well, and that feeling is like a natural magnet that attracts me so deeply that I can't separate from it. It is my duty to alleviate it, and I will follow it wherever Gou Jian goes.

That's why Queen Yue or something, it sounds so weird to me, that's not what I care about, because even if Gou Jian is a beggar. I won't leave him either.

Gou Jian understands this better than anyone. He didn't marry me to give me a noble and beautiful status, it was just a means to keep me with him permanently.

"Maybe I should give you the position of King Yue." At one point, he said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "though it's not a good errand." ”

I was able to suffer with him, so the pain was halved, and I could understand his pain better than anyone else, so in this way, it was as if a pain was shared by two people, and after a long time, the original heavy pain gradually lessened, because I was there, Gou Jian no longer fought with it every time, and we learned to wait for it to come, to experience it humbly, and then let it go. With our joint efforts, it gradually becomes light and unobstructed, becoming a layer of background color.

When the onset of Gu poison increased from once a day, to once every seven or eight days, and continued to extend to no more than twice a month, the changes in Gou Jian became more and more obvious: he began to learn to smile, as if this man had never tried to smile at people before, he no longer held a sword and slashed around every day, and the long-lasting anger was like ice cream in the sun, slowly dissipating, and he could be in the same room with me for a long time, instead of being restless and restless, and bent on seeking various ways out in the future......

These changes in Gou Jian were witnessed by everyone in the Yue Palace, and they felt a deep panic and shock!

"How can the king be like this? Did he forget what he was going to do? And so on. The king is not like himself! ”

Such remarks circulated in the palace like a plague.

The ladies accused me one after another, they said that Gou Jian forgot the great cause of revenge, he was stunned by me, the "demon concubine", and the officials also followed the trend, one by one with a hesitant look, all of them felt that Gou Jian was wrong like this, as if the king of Yue, who was crazy every night and cut people with a sword, was the real monarch in their minds.

I never thought that these ideas from the outside world would one day affect Gou Jian, and I thought that he would purely accept these changes in himself and be happy about them.

During the day, he would stare at the bronze mirror for a long time, as if the people in it didn't even know him, and then he would turn back to me and ask, "Yiguang, I'm like this, okay?" ”

"Why not?" I said, "Aren't you having a good time right now?" ”

He listened to this answer, turned back to stare in the mirror, and nodded for a long time: "Well, it's very pleasant." ”

The hesitation in the voice splashed on the bronze mirror, clanging.

At night, we were wrapped in a quilt. The charcoal fire burned fiercely and silently not far away. He hadn't been infested with poison for a long time, and he had become accustomed to sleeping with me in such a hug, which not only could not be the case earlier, but I had to collect all the sharp things in the house before falling asleep to prevent him from hurting himself.

That night, Gou Jian couldn't sleep, he stared at the roof with his black hole eyes open.

"Yiguang, what should I do next?" He asked suddenly.

"What's next?" I'm a little confused, "What's next?" ”

"I mean, Wu Guo." He said suddenly. "Today, a group of officials pressed me about the attack on Wu. They asked me to hand over the schedule. ”

I can't think of an answer to that kind of question. I'm a person who doesn't think much about the future.

"What do you think?" I asked.

Gou Jian didn't speak for a long time.

"You want to go to war again?" I sat up slowly and looked at him, "Go and kill Wu Guo all over the field?" Why do you have to do that? Do you like to kill? But our military precautions are so good that it is impossible for other countries to attack them again, isn't that okay? ”

“…… I do not know. ”

I looked at him quietly.

"I don't think that's right, Yiguang, it's not a question of whether to go to Wu, it's me." Gou Jian turned his face sideways and looked at me, his eyes were full of confusion, "I like it like it now, but I don't think I should be like this." I even felt like I shouldn't be living here anymore, I was getting more and more different from them......"

"Then let's leave." I said, "Let's go live in the woods again, like we did at the beginning." ”

Gou Jian shook his head: "Impossible, Yiguang." I can't. ”

Something, in the division of this man.

It was only after that night that I could clearly feel this, and he was afraid of his own changes.

It took me a long time before I really understood that pain was such an important thing to this man that once he was freed from it, he would not get used to it.

No, why not get used to it? It was almost as if he had lost a part of himself, as if the long-term pain had become a leg and an arm of his. "Without painful Goujian, it is no longer a real Goujian", this is not only his own identification, but also the belief that the whole country of Yue collectively retains, and he panicked in the daily reproach of his subjects.

So, his hesitation and self-condemnation. Soon he manifested as a person.

The person's name was Wengen.

Promised Wen Chong to go to Wu State, not for the reason that everyone knows: to find a formula for Gu poison for Gou Jian.

In fact, at that time, the Gu poison on Gou Jian's body was already very light, and he didn't even have to seek an antidote.

I agreed to the genre because I didn't want to witness Gou Jian's self-doubt and division anymore, it was too painful for me.

It was clear to me that he was not arguing with the genre, he was arguing with himself, with the self who was asking him to "go back to the way he was". He gritted his teeth with hatred, it was not the genital, and even the one he smashed and scolded in the palace was not the genre, but himself, who planned to put aside the pain and change the established fate, and even hoped that he would no longer be the king of Yue.

This is also the reason why even if he is noisy, he will never move a finger of literature.

In the matter of cultivating Goujian, the success of the literary genre is almost comparable to that of Pygmalion.

In contrast, Wu Zixu is just a failed Frankenstein.

So, from the day I agreed to go to Wu, Gou Jian didn't see me anymore, I moved out of the Yue Palace, according to the language, if I still face the king day and night, the king will be reluctant to let me go.

Actually, that's impossible.

Gou Jian lost me, but regained his pain. For him, I really don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune.

Wen appointed a few female teachers to teach me daily etiquette, and Fan Li was in charge of this project.

I call Fan Li "that money fan", because he stared at my eyes, like staring at a lot of gold coins, this is a person who regards money as life, and even when he found that there was a big business to do, the autumn waves in those eyes were more moving than the craziest lovers in love.

But the female instructors soon went on strike, and they collectively agreed not to give me any more training, because I had lost all my luster and lived like a rough adobe bottle, dull and boring, bound by manners and social skills.

After hesitating for two or three days, Wen Chong finally decided to send me to Wu like this. I was accompanied by a woman, a beautiful woman who had been trained by the female instructors, and her name was Zheng Dan.

Zheng Dan is the kind of girl who cares about things. You'll find one or two at the top of each class's report card. She was completely obedient to the genre, regarded it as the obedience of her father and brother, and thought that it was necessary to sacrifice for the country, so that when her long, narrow and graceful eyes turned to me, her face was forever filled with distant contempt.

The meaning of the text is that if King Wu likes artificially cultivated high-grade vase flowers, then he can choose Zheng Dan; If he had developed aesthetic fatigue with vases, he might have chosen me.

No matter who King Wu chooses, he can plan in Chinese.

Wen genre calls this a beauty trick, and this ridiculous name always makes me laugh. Now look back. Wen Chong is really a strategist, he takes everything into his calculations, he thinks that I am just a pawn of him, and he will definitely move forward according to his hopes. He calculates everything well. There is only one thing that has been completely ignored by this genius fraudster, and that is the feelings that people have when they get along with each other in intimacy.

Ignoring the strategy of feelings, the more vicious it is, the more terrible the consequences will be.

When I first entered the Kingdom of Wu, I was extremely miserable.

Everything in Wu is not used to it, their diet is different from that of Yue, the taste is stronger, their voice is not like Yue, I am not used to listening to it, their climate is colder than Yueguo, which makes me unbearable.

But the most uncomfortable thing for me is the person I want to serve.

Wu Wangfu is poor.

The moment I saw him, I felt a deep disgust!

In my opinion, he is too tall, a head taller than Gou Jian. His figure is also too burly. Compared to the slender Gou Jian, Fucha is so burly that he hardly looks like a king, and his emotions are too happy, his eyes are too bright, his voice is too open, and even his smile makes me hateful, because he is always so free-willed, naughty and innocent.

This person, from head to toe, annoys me to death, because he and Gou Jian are so different, almost to the opposite extent, if Gou Jian is a black magnet that cannot be seen, then Fu Cha is a transparent glass, as if he was born without any secrets. Consistent both in front and behind. And this transparency is precisely associated with his fearlessness.

I've seen him angry, and I've seen him grieve. But I've never seen a husband or a fear.

It is said that from early childhood, Fucha was an overly active child, and life always seemed new to him, and the world seemed to be as bright as the sun. If the dark side of life invades. He'll dodge it in a very clever way. Because there is a factor in his nature to resist the dark, he loves himself enough and can be tolerant of every ** of himself, so he also infects this love to the people around him.

But at that time, I couldn't see that. Because I still have a hook in my heart, and it makes me miserable.

My will teaches me to persevere, I am a beauty sent by the Yue Kingdom, I must serve King Wu wholeheartedly and soften his mind. This is Gou Jian's idea, and I promised him that I would fulfill his wish.

But my body didn't obey my will, and I started to hurt myself a lot, cutting my fingers or breaking my arm, and I always stumbled when I walked. My legs don't listen to my head, I hurt from head to toe, I often get sick inexplicably, and my chest is stuffy and out of breath. They called me a "sick beauty" and despised me for tempting the king with this, hoping that he would have mercy on me because of my infirmity.

I don't want to defend myself, I don't even have the strength to defend myself, I'm as weak as a shadow. My periods stopped, and every cell in my body was yelling, "No, I don't want to stay here, I don't want this stupid big man!" Send me this waste back to Vietnam! I'm going to practice! ”

…… I'm going to practice, I'm going to be hooking, I'm going to be hooking!!

I don't know if my husband understands all this, but when he embraces me, that handsome face will always show sincere enthusiasm, which is the opposite of Gou Jian's feeling, it is a kind of extraordinary vitality that is firm and calm, and can always maintain upward. But at that time I didn't notice it, and I didn't want to notice it, I was blinded by my own crazy thoughts about Gou Jian, and I knew that Fucha liked me very much, but I couldn't see more.

Finally, one day, I stumbled and fell down the jade steps of Gusutai, and I tripped over my dress......

I had a miscarriage. !!