In the courtyard, Mu Yan was embroidering something with his eyes down, his technique was a little rusty, but his expression was very comfortable, the harmless appearance of people and animals made Zong Yi look a little stunned, until the owner of the house called him, and he didn't come back to his senses.

"Come in, you won't be tired standing silly?"

Zong Yi coughed lightly, pushed open the window, and decisively jumped into the room and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Mu Yan bit off the silk thread, rubbed the finished product in his hand back and forth, and said, "Show your mother a purse." ”

Zong Yi's eyes widened, and his unbelievable tone was mixed with a hint of old jar vinegar that could not be mistaken.

"For Mrs. Yuan?"

Chi Guoguo's envy, jealousy and hatred, as long as Mu Yan is not deaf, he can hear it.

Her beautiful eyes flowed, and she raised her eyebrows and said, "Yes, for my mother." ”

With such a frank expression, there was not even a trace of emptiness, and he obviously forgot about him Zongyi.

The hint of vinegar in Zong Yi's mouth suddenly exploded, as if he had knocked over countless vinegar jars.

But his identity is embarrassing, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be jealous, so he can only keep the sour taste in his heart, but the sour taste gradually turns into bitterness, bitter, and even his always cheeky smile can't be hung up.

When Zong Yi was at a loss and frustrated, a blue purse suddenly appeared in his sight, with green pines on it and a long ancient taste, and at a glance he knew that it was something used by a man.

Zong Yi raised his eyes stupidly, and his delicate and beautiful phoenix eyes were full of astonishment and shock.

"This, this...... Is it for me? ”

Mu Yan blinked and chuckled, "Yes." ”

Zong Yi: "But ......"

Mu Yan grabbed Zong Yi's hand, put the purse in his palm, gently retracted it, and said with a smile: "Do you remember what I said?" Love yourself more. ”

Zong Yi looked at the girl with crooked eyebrows for a moment, and listened to her whisper: "So, I will also remember what I said, be nice to you, be better, what you want, what you want to do, and tell me, if you don't say, we don't communicate, how can we know each other's minds?" ”

Zong Yi's throat was choked, and he tightened his purse suddenly, and hugged the woman into his arms.

His strength was surprisingly great, and his whole body was tense as if it was going to burst at any moment.

In that slight trembling, there was a thick, helpless panic.

So deep, so heavy, so desperate.

They surrounded him, nearly drowning him, and she was his lifesaver, drowning in his icy waters.

His voice was hoarse, almost pleading, "Don't...... Don't be so nice to me, I'm not worth it...... It's really not worth ......."

A humble voice pierced her eardrums and beat like a drum in her heart.

She was silent for a long time, sighed and patted his back lightly, and coaxed softly: "You are worth it, you must be worth ......"

"No, the real past is not what you imagined...... "You don't know what I've done in the past, and if you knew, you wouldn't have said that to me again."

"Shhhhhhh......h ”

Seeing him so painful and self-blaming, cautious and helpless, how can he not understand?

His and her past, the one she had forgotten, might not have been rosy.

Or, it is separated by deep hatred and blood, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Zong Yi felt pain in his heart, he didn't want to deceive her anymore, she was so beautiful.

But if the truth was known, he might not even get a chance to look at her again.