Chapter 12: Memories are always hurt
This is the one hundred and eighth commission Su Yuexian has received since she was a female official of Si Yuan, and the client is Mo Wenqing, who is the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes. He asked Su Yuexian to help him get the heart of his sweetheart, and his sweetheart was Li Qingxian.
After the deed was completed, Mo interceded and promised to give her a boatload of gold and silver treasures. If he doesn't, he kills her.
Su Yuexian was not worried at all, because she would succeed. Gan Siyuan's line of work, there is no means, and it is useless to just rely on his mouth.
In the early morning of the next day, as soon as Li Qingxian got up, he smelled bursts of fragrance wafting from the kitchen. After he finished changing clothes and washing, he came to the door of the small kitchen, a pretty shadow in the room was busy, and a face sticky with flour was hidden in the heat, Su Yuexian's long hair was high, and her white shirt and red skirt were simple and generous. She was holding a vegetable spatula in her hand, skillfully stir-frying the delicacies in the pot.
Li Qingxian looked at her, and the fresh morning breeze blew in from the small bamboo window beside her, gently blowing her forehead.
The scene is somewhat familiar.
When I was seventeen years old, I met her on the playground of her new school. It is also a school uniform suit with a high black and shiny ponytail, red stripes on a white background, and a pair of white canvas washed shoes that are as clean as new. When he ran past him, the faint fragrance of sun-baked laundry detergent emanated from her body inexplicably made his heart ripple.
This is the first time Li Qingxian has been tempted by the girl, and he is willing to fall in love. He heard that she liked to play the piano, so he gave her a piano co-branded by the master, she liked water lilies, so he planted lotus flowers in the school landscape lake, she liked white shirts, and his wardrobe was pure white from then on.
When he graduated from high school, he confessed to her. They officially associate together.
The first day of the first lunar month was her twentieth birthday. He built her a glass flower house in the winter, filled with flowers, and gave it to her as a birthday present. That day, she wore a white cashmere sweater dress, like a fluffy rabbit, and snuggled up to him all day long, happy like a child.
"Xiao Xianzi, to be honest, is it the first time you have fallen in love?"
"You have to call me Little String?"
"Don't you think this nickname is cute?"
"Cute? Isn't it like the title of eunuch in the TV series? ”
"Haha, then I'm Lafayette, little string, come, let the mourning family take care of you."
"Don't make a fuss." Li Qingxian's face blushed a little, and he pressed Su Le'er's hand that teased his chin indiscriminately, but he couldn't help but show a sweet smile on his lips.
Su Le'er was amused by his appearance, her fingertips lightly tapped the bridge of his handsome nose, and said with a smile: "Little Xianzi, do you know that sometimes you act like a little wife." So, am I the first girlfriend you ever had? ”
"Yes. The first one will also be ......" Li Qingxian looked at her smiling face and said seriously: "The last one." ”
"That's what you said! You will marry me later. Su Le'er suddenly came over, turned over and took advantage of his unpreparedness to press him down into the sofa. Before Li Qingxian could react, a touch of fragrance passed from the tip of his nose, and Su Leer had already kissed him. He felt that his heart was about to jump out, and he had to close his eyes in a panic. Feeling the sweetness of his lips and teeth, he hugged the person in his arms tighter.
"Li Qingxian, today, would you like to be my birthday present?" Su Le'er raised her hand and gently brushed his forehead hair, and said softly.
"I can't ask for it." Li Qingxian's eyes were full of Su Leer's blushing face, he gently stretched out his hand to pull her back into his arms, and took the initiative to kiss her, his lips gently fell on her cheeks, her earlobes, and her neck sockets, making her giggle and shout to stop.
"Stop at this time? It's too late, Galeries Lafayette. His voice was as soft as hypnotic.
That day, Su Leer indulged in his tenderness and sweetness, and so did he.
He thought that they could really grow old, and Li Qingxian even thought about proposing to her on the day he graduated from college.
But that day, she rejected him in public. After that, she avoided him. When he went to her, she told him that she was tired of him. She was with him only for his money, for his looks.
Li Qingxian didn't believe it, obviously she was so real when she was with him.
On the day she finally saw her, her face was very pale, her dark eyes were slightly distracted when she looked at him, she said word by word, she said: "Li Qingxian, let me go." ”
Li Qingxian hugged her like crazy and didn't let her leave her, but the person in her arms no longer had the enthusiasm she once had, and her expression was as if she had really never loved him.
Li Qingxian was at a loss to press her against the creeper wall with blue leaves and kiss her fiercely. She slapped him in the face, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and her face was pale with a sickly flush, and tears continued to slide silently from her eyes.
Seeing his beloved girl crying, Li Qingxian panicked and kept saying sorry.
But at this moment, she suddenly hugged him, two slender arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and she sobbed in his arms for a long time, and finally she seemed to calm down, and suddenly let go of him and walked away without looking back.
Li Qingxian has not seen her in City A since then, and her whole person is like evaporating from the world. He loved her unreservedly, but she avoided him like a poisonous snake and a beast. This old past, like the playground with morning fog that day, gradually blurred in his memory, Li Qingxian put his energy into his career, and there was no shortage of women around him who played on the spot, but he never fell in love with other people again.