Gu Qingshui slept groggily for another day, and when he woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day, feeling that his whole body was sore and weak without any strength, like a mollusk that had been stretched out of his muscles, lying on the cold bed, his chapped lips and the corners of his mouth would cause deep pain, he opened his eyes and looked around, there was only one maid in the room, who was putting on new incense for her, and the mahogany floor was wiped clean and shiny, reflecting the twilight sunlight projected from the window.

Gu Qingshui couldn't feel the temperature in that room, he always felt a strong cool breeze, and he broke in from everywhere, holding a sharp blade, rushing into her body, cutting at her bone marrow, and secretly replacing the flowing hot blood with a biting cold wind that swept the only remaining body temperature and perception.

The floating clouds outside the window flowed misty, carefree, draped in colorful light yarn, as if they were in a hurry to get married, dress up and go to see their sweetheart, because of nervousness and restraint, they shook off some pink rouge gouache and fell to the world, fell to the mountains and valleys, fell to the girl's hair, and fell to the boy's heart, igniting the boy's feelings, and making the girl's love begin to open.

Gu Qingshui was wandering, letting his eyes and thoughts go, with the light and shadow floating into the house with his thoughts floating out of the window, doing a trip to the time spaceship, his heart was a little melancholy, in vain added a faint pain, tears unconsciously soaked his cheeks again, wetting the pillow full of past joys and sorrows.

Suddenly, when she was alone and sad, she saw the little maid with her own eyes, Biyun was taking off her red wedding dress from the shelf on the side, as if she was going to hold the wedding dress she regarded as a treasure, Gu Qingshui couldn't suppress her emotions, and hurriedly got up from the bed, enduring a faint pain in her abdomen.

"What are you doing, you put me down, where are you going to take my clothes, I'll let you put them down!" Gu Qingshui dragged the sick body, screaming and roaring hoarsely towards Biyun, like a sick and dying mother, swearing to defend and protect her cubs.

Biyun was a little at a loss, standing in place in a hurry, and hurriedly explained: "Miss, it was Madame who ordered me to take out your clothes and throw them away, there are already a lot of blood stains on it, and the bloodstains are placed in the house for fear of something bad for you, and it is already dirty." ”

Gu Qingshui was in a trance, and after listening to her words, it seemed that his emotions came up all of a sudden, and he suddenly staggered from the bed with rolling and crawling, stumbling without even wearing shoes, ran to Biyun's side, and fell hard, and was about to put the red wedding dress that had been mottled with blood stains in Biyun's arms: "You give it to me, you give it back to me, why do you want to touch my things, I don't allow you to snatch her away!" ”

Gu Qingshui sat on the cold floor, holding the red wedding dress that still exuded a burst of bloody smell in his hand, refusing to relax, his hair was messy and disheveled, like a crazy woman, looking at the dress with dull eyes, kneeling on the ground, muttering something in his mouth, and he was just unwilling to let go.

As soon as Biyun saw Gu Qingshui so depraved, she couldn't help but kneel at her feet, where could she afford her like this, and she also felt sorry for her pitiful appearance, what a beautiful and infinitely beautiful lady was in the ice before, but now she was like a crazy woman who lost her soul, Biyun felt pity, and quickly knelt down next to her, choking and trying to help her up.

"Miss, Miss, get up quickly, your body is still weak, this will make you sick for a long time, and your condition will be aggravated, if you want me not to throw it away, it's just that the blood stains on it are too heavy, I'll wash you and then bring it back to you, Miss." Biyun said sadly as she tried to pull her up.

"You give it back to me, you give it back to me, it's mine and it's mine." Gu Qingshui didn't care what she said at all, although she hugged the dress tightly, it seemed like a person who was dying tightly and didn't let go of a life-saving straw.

Biyun had no choice, so she had to let go and give her the dress, seeing her lost soul, she really couldn't bear it, she didn't know why she was so precious, and she didn't know what this dress meant to her, so she had to go, but she was a little embarrassed how the delicate lady ended up like this.

To outsiders, Gu Qingshui seemed to have lost his mind because of heartbreak and was sick and confused, but only Gu Qingshui knew that she was not confused and her head was very clear, so she naturally knew what she was doing.

Biyun shook his head and left the room regretfully, and it became empty again, no one could hear any sound, Gu Qingshui sat on the ground with a thin shirt, and he didn't even feel the cold when the lights were on at the end of autumn, probably because the cold that flowed into her heart had already occupied her perception, and she couldn't feel the chill from the outside world, the hazy twilight outside the window had suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by a vast darkness, and there was no sound as quiet as a midnight graveyard, Everything was like a dream for Gu Qingshui, a ridiculous dream that woke up at the wrong time.

Looking out the window, there was no light, not even the subtle light of the lamplight, it was as dark as an abyss, and she was a bird with folded wings that had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and there were dangerous undercurrents surging everywhere, there were poisonous snakes that were cold and entrenched on the rocks and hissing and spitting bright red letters, there were poisonous scorpions with their tails cocked, and there were wild beasts in the dark with their glowing green eyes.

Gu Qingshui slowly lowered her head and hugged her thin body, the clothes in her arms that glowed like a torch with a bright red color shimmer were her only spiritual pillar and the torch that gave her the only hope, it was warm to be quietly held in her arms, and her own cold unconsciously, the torch was actually wet with a sour liquid, and it was accompanied by bursts of crying sounds like a lonely beast, circling around the room with a breath, making her heart slightly comforted, The sounds of the same feeling comforted her weak soul.

Time flies, and a few days have passed, He Yuwen is still in the guest room of the Gu family, holding a book and reading intently, not knowing what happened outside the door, but that day Gu Yichen came to tell him that the marriage date with Gu Qingshui would be delayed for some reason, and when he got the news, his heart relaxed slightly, and he was no longer worried, the only thing he was worried about was Mo Xiaoxiao, who didn't know what the situation was, and the reason for the extension of the marriage contract with Gu Qingshui He knew that it was Mo Xiaoxiao, it must be Mo Xiaoxiao......

Thinking of this, his heart was like a calm and waveless mirror lake, staggering and falling into a petal, he knew that she probably still cared about herself.

He Yuwen was dressed in black, the cuffs of his left coat were faintly hidden with a little red, the glasses frame was inlaid with a pair of eyes like jade, and his cold temperament contained a bit of elegance, holding a brush in his slender hand and laying out a piece of rice paper, dyed with some ink, while looking at the book in one hand intently, while making excerpts, seriously like a serious and tenacious snow pine.

Suddenly, a light sprinkled in, the weather in Jiangcheng has been cold and overcast for several days, the sky is tied with the clouds and deserts, it seems that it intends to stay in the sky for a long time, I don't know why there is a sharp and hard light, piercing the thick and heavy clouds, scattering down, and the early winter wind is also understanding and knows to see the needle, take the opportunity to push those heavy clouds away, only to let the gloomy clouds away from the daylight, there is a good weather.

The light was impartial, just lying on He Yuwen's table through the window, holding his arm like a sticky kitten and not letting go, and the dust gradually rising in the air could be clearly seen in the warm light, which belonged to the mud that fell from his body when time tickled.

He Yuwen stopped his pen and looked at the beam of light beside him, the red color of the black outer cuffs made him feel calm, and he pulled up the sleeves, and the red prayer rope tied to his slender wrist and his string of glass beads that never left his hand were exposed in front of his eyes in their original form.

Looking intently at the blessing rope on his wrist, a shallow smile appeared on He Yuwen's cold face, and there was a gentle look between his eyebrows, and he remembered the scene when he gave this thing to him in a trance, and the sun shining on it seemed to give it life, making him feel that it was alive with a heartbeat, and he could hear the steady heartbeat in his pulse.

"Knock knock knock......" was reminiscing about his own world, when there was a sudden and slow knock outside the door, which made him a little surprised, and hurriedly put down his sleeves, the tenderness on his face seemed to no longer exist, and there had never been a general calm, his heart looked at the direction of the door, and he responded lightly: "Who?" The door was not tethered in. ”

After a while, the people outside the door gently pushed the door in, and the people who came were Mrs. Gu Zhao Yin and a girl, their faces were calm, as if they had something to say.

"Mr. He, what are you busy with? Now that the weather is clear, you should go out for a walk. As soon as Zhao Yin entered the door, he opened the chatterbox and walked towards him unhurriedly, chatting casually.

He Yuwen stood up, saluted Zhao Yin, nodded slightly, and said politely: "Well, although the weather is sunny, there is still a lot of cold air in the air, which is not suitable for going out and walking. ”

Zhao Yin smiled lightly before continuing: "Hehehe, Mr. He is really a wise and sensitive person, then I don't have to beat around the bush anymore, presumably Qing Shui is seriously ill, sir, you also know, Qing Shui's illness is really an emergency, and we didn't think of it, so I don't know when she will be cured, and we can't delay you, sir, if there is a period of three and a half years, it is easy to say that she can be cured, but if it is not good for a lifetime, then it will not delay you, sir, and we can't guarantee when she will be better, So, so Mr. Ho will go back first! ”