With the support of the housekeeper, Mo Lingwei got out of the carriage tremblingly, stared at the dilapidated thatched house for a moment, pushed open the half-covered door, and entered.

There was a blank piece of paper on the table, and when she saw the handwriting on it, the corners of Mo Lingwei's eyes jumped fiercely, and her heart seemed to have been hit hard by something, heavy, sullen, and she didn't feel pain.

But even breathing seemed to consume all the strength, depressed and suffocated.

The handwriting is dragon and phoenix dancing, vigorous and powerful, like Feng Shaojin's temperament, the standard words are like his person.

The color is dark red, with a strong smell of rust, and at first glance, it is a bloody letter left by Feng Shaojin who bit her finger:

This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak.

The sky is broken, and the twilight snow is white-headed.

Han Jian listened silently to the thunder, and the spear guarded the empty trench alone.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and blew through the corner of the painting overnight.

When I return, ten miles of red makeup, is it okay to marry you?

......

When I return, ten miles of red makeup, is it okay to marry you?

Mo Lingwei stared at the last line of words, the corners of her lips hooked up a wry smile, took out the thick stack of letters from her arms, lit the candle on the table, and put the letter paper on the fire......

It may be that the smoke is too big, and the smoked Mo Lingwei's eyes instantly turned red, and tears rolled down.

Seeing this, the housekeeper persuaded: "Miss, why are you so bothered, if you really can't let go, these things will be kept for the time being, and it's good to have a thought, why burn them all." ”

Mo Lingwei's voice was hoarse, her voice was weak, with a slight tremor: "Everything that should be broken has already been broken, and keeping it is just to add trouble, it is better to burn it clean." ”

The more I talked, the more the teardrops fell like beads with broken threads.

The butler sighed silently.

Mo Lingwei's appearance seems to be resolute and ruthless, and she doesn't know how painful it is to her liver and intestines.

Where is the slightest bit of the determination to break everything and want to have no contact with that person.

It's clear that it's uncomfortable in my heart.

I really don't care about that person, so why bother thinking about the injuries on that person's body, and his body bones are a little better, so he runs to visit?

And why do you have to carry all the person's letters with you, and why take them out and burn them all, if you really don't care at all, it doesn't matter for a long time.

After all the letters were burned to ashes, Mo Lingwei searched around the room, but couldn't find anything like that, so she put on her cloak and walked out.

The butler hurried after her and helped her into the carriage.

"This hut, burn it." Mo Lingwei lifted the curtain, squinted her red and swollen eyes, and looked into the distance.

......

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, Mo Lingwei sat in the carriage, took one last look at the thatched hut wrapped in flames, lowered the curtain, and disappeared at the intersection without looking back.

On the other side, Gu Wei inadvertently glanced back and said in surprise: "What a big smoke, this place on fire seems to be where we have lived for the past few days." ”

When Feng Shaojin heard this, his half-closed phoenix eyes opened suddenly, poked his head out and looked out, and the bottom of his calm eyes instantly swelled with turbulent waves.

He clenched the car window tightly, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and the breath around him instantly became like ice, and the chill was clear.

Gu Weisheng was afraid that he would jump directly from the car window, so he grabbed his arm in fright, and persuaded: "Young master, calm down, maybe there is a fire somewhere else, and it is not the thatched house where we live."

The wound on your body has not healed, so you should not exercise vigorously to avoid the wound tearing again......"

"Return." Feng Shaojin's back slid down the wall of the car, sat back in his position, pursed his thin lips, gritted his teeth and spit out two words.