"All your concern is only superficial, whether it is material or spiritual, you never give a little!

All you let Su Qingluo get is harm!

All that affection has disappeared when I divorced Chen Youwen!

Why do you still have the face to beg me at this time?

And out of what kind of psychology do you think I will promise you?

I'll ask Mrs. Chen, let you have a little face, a little self-aware! ”

Qingluo's voice was sarcastic, and his tone was full of indifference.

Seeing that Chen Lin seemed to have been drained of his energy, he sat on the ground with dull eyes, and there was nothing to say.

Qingluo shook his sleeves and walked forward with his head held high.

Passing through a carriage, as she got closer and closer, she passed by the embarrassed figure with a complicated face, then slowly lowered her head and bent her back.

Qingluo walked away without squinting, and then felt the figure behind him slowly turn around.

There was a burning heat in his eyes, and he stared at his back expectantly.

However, Qingluo's brows did not move at all, and he did not slow down at all

At the same time, the two images in my mind were extremely clear, and they seemed to be seeing right in front of me.

A picture is a young man, he is dressed in a cyan fitting robe, wearing a square scarf, Sven is full of bookish atmosphere, and seems to have a noble character with poetry and books.

As soon as the picture turned, the young man had grown into a young man, wearing a moon-white robe, wearing a white jade crown, smiling lightly, a handsome son, and a stranger like jade.

Both images are extremely clear, but then slowly fade and darken, as if they are yellowed and faded with vivid colors.

At first, it was slowly replaced by a figure in ragged clothes, unkempt, with dodgy eyes, a little cowering, like a beggar.

This person is none other than Su Qingluo's ex-fiancé Chen Youwen.

Feng Shui took turns, and Qingluo groaned in his heart.

Su Wen's clan wanted to make the original owner dim in the shadow of his daughter's aura.

signaled that the people of the whole house spread that the eldest lady of the Su family had nothing to do except for a good look.

Every time Su Qingluo and Su Qinglian met, the latter was dressed in gorgeous clothes, bright and colorful, surrounded by the front and back, bright and proud.

And the original owner's lonely body, plain dress, although elegant, but she was sick and weak, and her body was weak and leaned on the only maid at any time.

At a glance, the two cannot be compared, one is a pearl, the other is a dusty jade.

But the original owner is innocent and fragile, but he is also proud and does not feel inferior at all.

No matter how the other party calculates, how to compare, and what the maid says.

She is depressed, but she is arrogant, and she does not feel that she is humble or pitiful!

However, this kind of pride is not there when I meet that fiancé.

Hearing that the other party came to the door, he mustered up the courage to leave Fangfeiyuan, but he stood behind the crowd with a little dignity and squeezed forward without hesitation.

At that time, the original owner was holding on to hope and the shyness of his little daughter's family.

If you don't go forward, you want your fiancé to come in person.

Unfortunately not.

Enduring everyone's contemptuous eyes, the original owner's body was overwhelmed, but he still persevered and insisted on not leaving.

It's a pity that no matter how much you insist, all you get is an apologetic look, and then the other party is embraced, laughing, and flatteringly leaving.

There is no more attention to be given to the fiancée.

The other party went to the Su Mansion for the second time, and the original owner still stepped forward.

This time, she lowered her expectations, thinking that as long as the other party just asked his personal servant to deliver a word, then she would step forward!

It's a pity that there is still none.

This time, there was not even an apologetic look or a light smile.

The original owner left in despair, fell ill, and got even more unscrupulous ridicule.

Sure enough, it's a thin one!

Perhaps from that time on, the original owner had doubts about whether he could marry into the Chen Mansion in the future.

It's a pity that the original owner feels that he has no way to retreat, so he is still like a gambler, holding on to that faint hope.

But in the end, I could only watch that hope dissipate......

The original owner fell seriously ill and passed away without attachment at all.

Su Qingluo, although you have completely dissipated, you can't see this scene at all.

But I still want to tell you that the Chen family and the Su family fell together, the Chen family was even more miserable, the crime was even greater, and they were exiled to the frontier.

The Chen family doesn't want you, and the new fiancée can't look down on him anymore.

You don't need to come to the door to get out of the marriage, they are all people in distress, why do you need these.

So tacitly, the two families completely broke up.

Look at now, I, looking down on Chen Lin who is kneeling and pleading.

Chen Youwen, who was the pride of the sky before, lowered his head and bent down when I passed by him.

Look at it, at the same time, it is his arrogance that bends down, and his arrogance is scattered!

I know, for Su Qingluo, the Chen family and the Su family are already in the past.

No stranger is a stranger, there is no resentment, no unwillingness, no love and expectation.

But I still tell you, seventeen years of disappointment, seventeen years of emotion are gone.

What the Su and Chen families have drawn from the camp has also been put into vain!

And you're good, a good girl.

I hope that in the next life, you can go to a family that may not be rich, but you have a father and a mother who love and pamper, and brothers and sisters are respectful.

It can be ordinary, but live a happy life.

I wish you - the new Su Qingluo.

As August approached, it was already a scorching summer, the sun was in the sky, the heat was surging, the sweat was endless, and more and more prisoners died violently on the way.

The convoy was full of mourning, exiled all the way, maybe someone would fall down with their heads covered as they walked, and they could never get up again.

At that time, the whip would be relentlessly swung at his body, and when he had not moved, it would turn him over at will.

Seeing that the body was stiff and motionless, and it was a choke, he tacitly passed over the corpse of the deceased.

All the faces were numb with despair, and their eyes were even more hollow, without a trace of light.

During the exile, there was no shortage of court officials who had been able to call for wind and rain in the court before, extravagant and prodigal sons, pampered and exquisite young ladies who were piled up with gold and jade.

But now they are all dressed in gray thin shirts, struggling in this endless road of despair.

But there are still too many people, too many prisoners, dying hopelessly every day.

Or maybe it's survived the day, looking at the gradually gray sky, and what's even darker is your own road ahead.

Every day, day after day, I watched my family, my former relatives and friends, die one by one.

No matter how much grief and despair there is, it has all become numb.

As the time became hotter, Qingluo also had a hard time, and more than a dozen unkempt prisoners were crowded in the cramped and simple carport.

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