Wanjing felt that the anger around him seemed to have subsided a little, so he looked back at Zuo Qingliu. Zuo Qingliu was bowing his head, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress wrapped in a slender figure, his hair was as black as a waterfall, and there was no jewelry decoration, except for a cheap-looking flower in the bun.

This is a very beautiful woman, once as delicate as a flower, and easily captured Li Tan's heart with a light smile in her eyes. And that heartwarming shallow smile passed over Li Tan and gave it to a man who didn't want to cherish her.

Originally, Wanjing thought that everything was just due to Fang Dexing's chaos and abandonment, Bo Xing had too many men, so many that Wanjing was too lazy to accuse, but he didn't want to, this Fang Dexing was so unscrupulous.

The dye recipe of Zuojia Silk Cloth Village, that is what Fang Dexing wants. It's not like a beautiful flower, it's not a quiet year, it's not a sincere infatuation.

A dye recipe.

Wanjing felt that this relationship was so absurd that it was so absurd that it made people want to laugh. This disappointment is as thin as paper, but it crushes a living life.

She looked at Zuo Qingliu silently, her lips moved, but she didn't speak. Lin Yu walked up to Fang Dexing and kicked him, and Fang Dexing subconsciously dodged. Lin Yu squatted down, took a sip gently, grabbed his arm and tried hard, Fang Dexing screamed, but after screaming, he found that his arm had been connected.

"Are you alright?" Fang Dexing looked around nervously, "She's gone?" ”

Lin Yu smiled evilly, "Well, I'm probably about to leave." After speaking, he let go of his arm, and the moment he let go of his hand, he pulled down the red rope hanging on Fang Dexing's wrist in the evening mirror.

When leaving the cloth drying field, Li Tan reluctantly turned back, but he could only see a piece of bright red silk fluttering on the drying field, like a woman's moving skirt.

The next day, Zhang He hurriedly ran into the shop and said to Lin Yu in a ghostly manner: "Shaodong, that Fang Dexing is dead!" After speaking, he saw that Lin Yu didn't react, and his guanzi was not sold, so he just said truthfully: "That Fang Dexing died in his own dyeing workshop, and he was found by the job in the morning and reported to the official. Shao Dongjia, do you say that it is really the second lady on the left who is asking for her life? ”

Lin Yu raised his eyes to look at him, but he just smiled silently.

After returning home, Lin Yu habitually went to Guanzi first and told Wanjing the news of Fang Dexing's death. Wanjing looked at him with a smile for a while, and said in a strange tone: "Zuo Qingliu hanged herself, Fang Dexing is not guilty even if she is wrong, in the final analysis, she did such a disgraceful thing, and she has no face to see people." ”

Lin Yu coughed and said curtly: "Actually, isn't it right what I said?" ”

"Really? In that case, why did you untie the red rope on Fang Dexing's hand last night? Wanjing lowered her head and blew on the tea foam gently, "According to you, isn't he guilty of not death?" ”

Lin Yu listened, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth, and smiled brightly, "You will repay it, villain." ”

"Woman." The evening mirror also laughed.

Li Tan's mood was still a little depressed, but he never mentioned marrying the tablet anymore. On the seventh day of Zuo Qingliu's head, Li Tan silently burned the poem he wrote to Zuo Qingliu in the courtyard and buried the affection that he didn't have time to give.

The night wind rose, and a faint touch of red clothes floated away in the corner of the wall.

As we entered February, the weather gradually warmed up. The subordinates of Jiyue Villa began to sweep the dust and dust as usual, and took out the spring clothes in the storage box, and took advantage of the warm sun to bask in the smell of the winter. But this year, Aunt Qi is missing in the busyness.

Li Xiang'er went to see Aunt Qi, and when she came back, she just shook her head, "I'm so thin that I'm out of shape, I'm afraid it's not a few days." Alas, such a strong man fell down when he said it. ”

Wanjing and Lin Yu glanced at each other silently, without squeaking.