(Cat Pounce Chinese Chapter 132: Cracked Silk

There is a fragrant smell in this room, although there is a big man like Minglong here, but this room is also very clean and tidy by green smoke. Xuan Ming stood in the middle of this house, but he felt a little more dizzy, thinking that not long ago, he and Jin Se also lived here with Minglong Qingyan.

Those days were quiet and peaceful, but it was only a few more time, and all of this could only be dissipated as a cloud of smoke, but there seemed to be the smell of Jinse in the air, and Xuan Ming's mind had the appearance of Jinse, her straight eyebrows, and indifferent eyes, and even he could feel a trace of residual warmth in his palm, which was the temperature of Jinse. But after a long time, it became cold.

Qingyan was shocked by Xuan Ming's expression, she tried her best to rummage through the clothes in the cabinet, and finally found the solid alizarin red shirt wrapped in black cloth at the bottom of the cabinet. Qingyan hugged the dress with a little care, as if she was holding a newborn baby in her arms. This wedding dress was originally put away after Qingyan saw Xuan Ming come back alone, and I thought that if Jin Se couldn't come back in the future, I would have a good thought, but I didn't expect Xuan Ming to want to go.

It's not that there is no reluctance, but Xuan Ming wants it, and Qingyan has no reason not to give it.

Trembling and passing over, Qingyan looked extremely cautious, she looked behind him over the backlit Xuan Ming, it was already afternoon at this time, according to the usual time, Minglong should also come back. Qingyan just thought that if he delayed it for a while, Minglong might be able to persuade him when he came back. But she didn't notice that Xuan Ming's eyes staring at the package in her hand at this time were red, he Xuan'er raised his eyes to look at Qingyan, and asked in a daze:

"What are you keeping for?" Qingyan was stunned, her heart was shocked, but she didn't know how to speak, she said a few words, and finally lowered her brows and was silent. Qingyan is not very old, only sixteen years old, how can she withstand Xuan Ming's such a persecution, she didn't dare to look up at Xuan Ming, she lowered her head but only knew to cry, the tears in her eyes were like beads like broken threads rolling down slightly, Xuan Ming looked at Qingyan in front of her, but she was a little trance.

It seems that on the night of the broken temple, Jin Se had also cried behind his back like this, but he couldn't hear the slightest sound, but he could feel the cold touch from his back. is so forbearing, so painful, Xuan Ming is even more like being drunk as a head. It turned out that Jin Se had already made up her mind that she wanted to exchange herself for the peace of Xuanming, but why was it so distressing to realize it in hindsight. Xuan Ming only felt that his heart seemed to be imprisoned in a thousand-year-old cold ice at this time, there were countless poisonous insects were biting, and the pain had already been paralyzed, but it was extremely frightened and desperate. Xuan Ming's eyes as he stared at Qingyan began to redden, and he whispered:

"What are you crying about?" Qingyan just raised his eyes to look at Xuan Ming, and the tears were more and more used, and he didn't see a word from her, Xuan Ming felt that his heart was tightened, the pain became more and more intense, and his voice was a little louder:

"What are you crying about?" Qingyan didn't speak, but the package that was originally handed to Xuan Ming was approaching his arms, and his voice was like a mosquito fly:

"Sister Jinse" The words were not finished, but Xuan Ming was enraged in an instant, he heard Jinse's name, and this name was now more like a curse to him, the moment he heard it, his body couldn't help trembling, and he almost instinctively roared at Qingyan:

"What are you crying about!!" He just shouted, tears were already all over his face, he didn't understand why he was so sad, and he didn't even understand what such a bone-chilling pain was for, but he remembered very clearly that the last time he cried in his life was for his mother's departure, he died, and he was never seen again. So Jinse, is it the same?

I won't see it again in this life.

Despair at this time like a flood of Xuan Ming engulfed, he instinctively struggled, snatched the package of green smoke on his chest, and tore it apart indiscriminately, revealing the exquisite embroidery, the large clumps of peonies are blooming, and the phoenix is flying together, the delicate embroidery, the gold-wrapped belt, and the wishful pattern that symbolizes happiness. Such an excellent wedding dress, even a woman wants to have it, however, Jin Se can't wear it on her body.

She hadn't glanced at it yet. Xuan Ming suddenly felt sad, such a change was something he had never thought of, so what did he do with these things when he was not here now? Xuan Ming felt confused, he thought that he would never see Jin Se again in the remaining decades, and he couldn't even hear her voice, her eyebrows, her eyes, her joy and anger, and he had nothing to do with him from then on, and he collapsed in an instant.

There is the sound of the fabric being torn alive, the sound is crisp, but it is like a knife cutting in people's hearts, and it is as tragic as a cry. Xuan Ming's hands grasped the fabrics tightly, and when he pulled them hard, they shattered. Tears slipped down his face, but he was unconscious, and now he was like a lifeless puppet, just mechanically tearing at the crimson fabric, listening to the poignancy of the sound, as if his heart was also being torn apart.

Qingyan was frightened, she instinctively cried out, but it provoked Xuan Ming's expression to become more and more hideous, Qingyan knelt on the ground and begged Xuan Ming not to tear the already mottled clothes. However, Xuan Ming only wanted to lose his soul, glanced at Qingyan coldly, and continued to move. Qingyan could only cry, as if at this moment, what she was doing was in vain. There was sunlight shining on the dress, and the pieces of fabric were like butterflies flying, and Xuan'er floated up and fell again, like pieces of torn flesh and blood, bloody red. Qingyan stared at the debris all over the ground, instinctively hiding back, in her eyes, Xuan Ming at this time was like a madman, he didn't know what kind of thing he would do in the next moment.

Qingyan slowly moved towards the door, opened a small crack and drilled out, but Xuan Ming didn't notice. After a while, Xuan Ming was tired, he looked at the red all over the ground, suddenly grinned, and finally his body went weak and fell down.

He was surrounded by the red, brilliant alizarin red, scattered around him. This feeling made him feel warm, like that night, Jinse clung to his skin, like safety in his mother's arms. Xuan meditated, slowly closed his eyes, and a foolish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but tears flowed down the corner of his eye.

This life has come to this point, and I can only come here. Cat flutter Chinese