Hu Ling'er's knife-like soft face, at this time with a dissolute smile, the corners of her mouth rose, her eyes flashed with evil light, hiding resentment, at the moment, watching the two people who love each other separate, her heart is very happy.

Seeing that Hu Ling'er was about to step away, Wei Ruoxiao hurriedly stopped her: "Feng'er, don't you want to be a husband?" Where are you going? ”

Hu Ling'er glanced at him coldly, and let out a disdainful "hum" in her nose, saying where do you care where your aunt and grandmother go, so she ran away like a bad wind.

Wei Ruoxiao sat by the door in despair, his eyes were led away by Hu Ling'er, and his eyes were full of frustration.

"Brother Xiao, I'm really Feng'er." Sun Meng cried out quietly, the pain making her sound as thin as a beep.

When he entered the door, Wei Ruoxiao's drooping forehead still raised slightly to look at her, and he said: "You go, I don't want to see you, that sword didn't hurt you, you go quickly, my sword is a warning to you, please don't come to entangle Feng'er in the future." ”

With that, he turned around and closed the door resolutely.

She looked at his back in despair, and with that dull sound, her heart was desolate, and she wept faintly: "Ruoxiao, I'm really the wind, your wind......." ”

On this day, she lost the man she loved most in her life, just thinking about it, it was like a thousand arrows piercing her heart. The scenes of the past have reappeared in front of her, no matter how many years, she always remembers the appearance at the beginning, and the figure that looked for her several times in front of the door of the Xueqing Red Mansion, he was reluctant to give up her.

Now, he still pushed her away.

Sun Meng's heart is full of taste, the feeling of being burned by pain, like a hot fire, she collapsed to the ground helplessly and painfully, guarding the love as deep as the sea, and finally can't withstand the destruction behind a dough, I'm afraid that I'm going to be lovesick like a sea of flowers? Loneliness is a disaster, right?

In his eyes, he was still the man in the white shirt, with a smile on his eyebrows. It's just that things are, and people are not.

Outside the house, the mountain wind whistled, surging in every corner of the heart, splashing with blood-like waves, the firewood in the stove was still faintly burning with a little light, a little heat in the iron pot rose ......., and the people in the window cracks were facing away from her, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed........

She knew that she had lost him, the pain in her body and her heart were superimposed, and the moment the wooden door closed, it hurt her heart vividly, and the pain of rejecting the door transcended all life and death.

In such a situation, she prefers to believe that the light in her heart is like a furnace fire that has never been extinguished, rising in the air, turning into stars, shining with crystal light without sleep. Such light can still be expected, hoped for and thought.

It was only as the light of the last bit of wood in the fire was extinguished that she suddenly realized that her face, which could no longer be transformed, was pained and formed a small sharp needle in her heart, which was inserted in her heart and difficult to remove.

It turns out that the past scattered in the vast sea of people has long since changed with the present, and I don't know where to go.

Walking all the way in despair, wandering in the mountains and forests, she suddenly thought of death, since she was brought to this place by Bai Mo, she has never had a smooth life, and she has lived a good life in peace.

was designed to marry Qiu Zhengran, was sold into a brothel, and now she is abandoned, and her cheating husband in another world, everything, she feels so lonely, helpless and redundant.

It is really despairing that the life situation is not ideal in any life.

The flowers and trees all over the mountains, sparsely pulled with a little dry yellow, paved a melancholy picture, she was amazed at the autumn, and the withered yellow in her heart was also as desolate as this vast mountain field, the sea and the sky.

Stumbling forward, she had to find a way to die for herself, find a cliff or a thick tree, jump off a cliff? Hang oneself? She was very urgent.

Just as she was looking around for a proper one, Hu Ling'er suddenly stood in front of her, turned around, and before she could react, a sword pointed straight at her heart.