The bed curtain, shaking. Who is not satisfied, who is the tears that rained down.

The woman's tears became more and more turbulent, and Tang Yingshu didn't kiss her anymore, but just wrapped her in his arms and gently patted her back.

In her memory, this was the first time she cried in front of him, except for the first encounter, in the ten years she entered the palace, she saw him with a look of guard, disdain, and hatred, and never gave him half a good color, she has always been unwilling to obey him, but she has never been so weak as now.

She leaned into his arms, not shouting as often as before, but weeping softly, no longer stubborn. His heart softened by her temporary supplicity.

He was too greedy for her softness, so he hugged her like this, and suddenly a sense of desolation surged in his heart, and time stood quietly among them, extinguishing too much lingering sadness, leaving only pieces of softness and warmth.

He remembered that at that time, the girl's clothes were flying, smiling in the lotus bushes, her eyes were bright like water, the girl stood on the bow of the boat, the lotus flowers in the pond became her background, in the light pink and deep white, she stood elegantly and smartly, like a scroll of poetry, he looked at her, the corners of her mouth were smiling, she held the folding fan, chic and chic, and said with a shallow smile: "My son's surname is Tangtai, the cold waves are surging, what about you?" ”

The memories of the past are like dreams, very beautiful, but they also become far away and unattainable with the deduction of time and the changes of the world.

The end of the word "what" is long, and the aftertaste is lingering, like a fragrance that lasts for a long time.

It's just that no matter how fragrant it is, it has dissipated with the wind of the years, and it is clear that there is only nothingness left, but he still stubbornly looks at the place where he came from, unwilling to come out.

She sobbed quietly in his arms, her black hair hanging down, covering most of her face, he got up and groped on the bed, and suddenly remembered that her clothes had been torn by him, he pulled the thin quilt over her body, hugged her tenderly, and whispered softly in her ear: "I will be good to you in the future." ”

The woman's body stiffened, tears fell irrepressibly, she clutched the quilt tightly, her shoulders fell together, as if she was enduring great emotions, although she was encircled in her arms, but she looked very weak and helpless, Tang Yingshu's words made her have a huge reaction, her face was suddenly frighteningly pale, tears were like a waterfall, but she said dumbly: "Ah Zheng......"

Ah Zheng, I was bullied, Ah Zheng, what should I do?

Ah Zheng, you said that if someone dares to bully me, no matter who it is, they will chop him into meat sauce, you said that you will protect me and will not let me be wronged a little.

Ah Zheng, now I'm so miserable, I want to die, where are you, why don't you come and save me?

Ah Zheng......

All the humiliation, all the helplessness, all the dependence, all the reminiscences, all the difficulties, all the confusion, are only turned into two words in the heart, two words carved into the depths of flesh and blood, Ah Zheng.

Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng......

These two words, stranded too much warmth, are the strongest support in her life, even if he is not there, even in such a situation, she still believes in her subconscious that the man who is tall and hurts her to the bones can still hold up a world for her, and will still stand by her side and listen to her tell her about her pain and grievances. This feeling is carved into every part of the body and even the soul, and time is shallow under such a power, and never seeing each other not only can not soothe the care between each other, but instead fulfills her unforgettable remembrance of him.

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