According to Yantai's unintentional disclosure, it was Dong Guosheng who sent a letter asking them to leave Qingzhou as soon as possible in early November.

This heavy snow is the last peace, presumably Qingzhou will not be peaceful.

The next day, the sky was bright. Ping Yan stayed in the room for half a month, and Dong Changlin was afraid that she would be bored, so he tricked her out of the pretext of coaxing and persuading her under the pretext of the child's health.

The long street has swept out the snow runs, many shops are open for business, and stalls selling food abound, steaming hot, and the smell of food wafts away, making people salivate.

The driver stopped the car, Dong Changlin led Ping Yan out of the car, and took a slick mink scarf around her neck. The mink hair is oily black, without a trace of variegation, lining her face like snow, porcelain like jade, and the heat is faintly fragrant.

Dong Changlin walked side by side with her, and was overwhelmed by her control, and couldn't help but secretly look at her face without powder.

There seemed to be a thousand flowers on his face, and he couldn't feel enough no matter how he looked at it.

Ping Yan smiled: "Do you have words on my face?" ”

"Yes." He replied neatly.

She raised her eyebrows and slanted her gaze, "What's the word?" ”

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent."

"North?" She lowered her eyes, chewed on the tip of her tongue, and suddenly smiled: "I've been wandering around since I can remember, and I don't know if it's a southerner or a northerner." ”

If the relatives are not there, how can they come to their hometown.

Dong Changlin, Dong Changlin, do you know that my home was destroyed by your father's own hands.

He was about to answer, but he looked at Shang Pingyan with some strange eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He couldn't imagine that one day, she regained her juvenile memory and remembered the enemies of the Xu family, how he would bear her gaze at that time.

He grabbed Ping Yan's hand a little arrogantly, clasped his fingers with her, and walked forward without saying a word, his face was slightly red because of fear, showing a bit of a lack of breath.

Ping Yan was held by him painfully, and he didn't speak, just walked quietly, in the eyes of passers-by, there is no doubt that they are a pair of people made in heaven. Somehow, he couldn't bear it anymore, and dragged her to a secluded part of the street, and kissed her on the lips with a pair of eyes red hungry.

She does not resist or respond, like a puppet, does not show joy and sorrow, and suffers quietly.

He left her lips, and all the trepidation and burning desire were wiped out in her unresponsive submission.

He raised his fingers and touched her lips, bitter in his heart, but unspeakable.

"You're my wife, and you're loving me, aren't you?" His voice was soft, but his eyes were full of hope.

Ping Yan smiled, her eyes were gentle, and in Dong Changlin's eyes, it was like a stranger seeing a wild flower on a strange road, just looking at each other and smiling, and there was no emotion.

"Let's go home." She wanted to take his hand.

He looked at her deeply for a moment, twisted his eyebrows in great pain, like a fish struggling in a dry pool, his skin opened his mouth, but he couldn't spit out, he took a few steps back in despair, and said with a wry smile: "I...... I'll buy you apricot blossom dumplings and I'll be back soon. "With an excuse, I ran away without roots.

Ping Yan didn't know how long she stood in the snow, her feet were numb, and she didn't wake up until a hand behind her was like a blazing sun, hitting her shoulder thickly.

She turned around, her feet were powerless, and she was thrilled, and she only subconsciously protected her stomach. The unexpected wrestling didn't happen, and an arm wrapped around her waist just in time to hold her up.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say thank you, but when she lifted her eyes, she met the face that had robbed her soul.

Silent winter, the wind and snow are silent, and relatively silent.

Ping Yan was the first to react, struggling to distance herself from him, but Shen Yuchen grabbed her waist, stunned, motionless, until the darkness in his eyes slowly spread, and then reluctantly let go of her.

His gaze shifted down with difficulty, like a rusty soft sword, unable to hit the ground.

"Are you pregnant? How many months? ”

Ping Yan tightened her stomach, her face turned pale, she didn't dare to look at his eyes, and she was about to leave.

Shen Yuchen grabbed her wrist violently, "What? Don't want to see me so much? He leaned over, his lips grinding against her cheeks, "You're following someone else like this?" Don't forget, your deed of sale is still with me, and whoever you follow is my woman. ”

His breath suddenly froze, and he hit Ping Yan's face, and there was some pain from the cold arrow of the blade.

"Shen Yuchen, I will send someone to send you the 50,000 oceans that I said at the beginning, if it really doesn't work, 100,000 will do, and I want to return my deed of sale." Ping Yan simply met his gaze, squeezed out a word from between his teeth, froze into a sharp ice cube under the eaves in the cold wind, and pierced into Shen Yuchen's heart, "I have nothing to do with you anymore." ”

The more innocuous she became, the more hideous his expression became, like a ghost with bared teeth and drinking blood.

and crushed in her heart of stone.

Who can blame it?

He is to blame.

Knowing that he can't do it, it's like that night in the cave, but if he can catch a trace of her breath, he can't restrain it and is greedy to death.

"Young Master Shen, I am already a wife, and you will be a husband soon, pulling and pulling on the street like this is really hurting your reputation, and you will be back in a while." She was calm, almost cold.

"Why should you? You obviously don't love Changlin, why do you want to go deep into the Longtan Tiger's Den for revenge? Shen Yuchen lowered his voice, his eyes were like a bubble of autumn water, pity and sadness.

Ping Yan was like thunder, "It has nothing to do with you!" If you want to pursue your ambitions, don't be confined to my little world. It is fate to meet in the future, and there is no need to miss it if you don't see it. ”

She broke away from his iron pincers, and took a few steps back like a beast avoiding a flood, eager to draw a line with him.

"You...... Watch out for the king's sleeve. She reminded him vaguely, and no longer gave him a second to be alone, and walked away like a wisp of wind.

The market is vertical and horizontal, and the snow is turned into mud. She was dressed in a blue dress, like misty green smoke on the mountains and rivers, scattered under Shen Yuji's eyes blurred by tears.

He couldn't take a step and followed her without any scruples, because for the rest of his life, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch up.

This is a long-expected ending, which he single-handedly promoted, and he can't give up this hard-won opportunity to negotiate peace between the north and the south for the sake of his children's affection, after all, there have been so many comrades who have sacrificed their lives one after another, including feather coats. It's just that he was trapped in the lovesick bureau by his own hands, and he didn't want to take a step outside, he just wanted to lock the past related to her inside, blindly wishful thinking. ignored that her jealous and free temperament is the easiest to cut off the root of love.

Mother-in-law and mother-in-law are just him.

Dong Changlin protected her very well and guarded him better. He hadn't seen her in the past two months, and today, maybe or eternal life, he didn't want to struggle, so he simply accepted his fate and said to her in person that he wished you happiness, but he overestimated his heart.

It turns out that this heart in the chest is so small-bellied, jealous and jealous.

It longed for her to have thorns all over her body, to break off her love, and to curse all the men who coveted her to die.

Shen Yuji is like a thin leaf, on the edge of the cliff, as long as a wisp of wind comes, he can be crushed to pieces, but the world is quiet, and even death has no one to redeem. He stretched out his palm, slowly covered his face, and with a cough full of intestines, blood flowed between his fingers, like rouge on his lips, and then the tears were like weaving, and they were far more violent than this mouthful of blood.

Dong Changlin stood at the entrance of the alley, and when he saw this scene, his hand was loosened, and a bowl of hot rice balls fell to the ground, like his heart, and his bones fell into the snow and mud, covered with water and difficult to recover.

Ping Yan refused to admit it, and Shen Yuchen refused to believe it, because they were all trapped in the love network, like moths to a fire, like strangers bumping around. And an outsider like him can see it very clearly, what she refuses to admit and what Shen Yuchen can't believe is because of too deep love and too much cost.

Only he is a clown who tries to cut his foot sideways.

A few days later, Yantai and Xiao Huan packed up their bags, and Dong Changlin sent someone to book a ferry ticket, and went south along the waterway to Yiyuan City at noon tomorrow.

On the last night in Qingzhou, the bright moon hung high, reflecting the snow, and the night became colder and colder.

Ping Yan lay on her side on the bed, staring at the cold window, and suddenly remembered the figure of Shen Yuji standing in the snow and heavy buildings that day, and the corners of her eyes were a little wet.

Dong Changlin thought she was asleep, a hand reached over from the inside, moved gently, and quietly hugged her body. Although they shared the same bed, and the people also called her a young grandmother, Dong Changlin has always been a gentleman, and he promised not to marry her, and he would never touch her if he did not finish sacrificing the ancestral tablet.

Ping Yan clasped his fingers and closed his eyes tightly, but he only rested his chin on her shoulder and stopped moving.

Vaguely, his tears dripped on Ping Yan's lips and seeped into his tongue and teeth, which was extremely salty.

He spoke softly, like a lingering moonlight in this night, bound to her ear, Qingqing whispered, "When you arrive in Yiyuan City, you will only be left with me, and there will be no trace of Shen Yu ......"

Yes, when I arrived in Yiyuan City, there was no trace of Shen Yu anymore.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly a tear fell, down the corner of her forehead, and wet the pillow.

This night, she dreamed of the flower room, those apricot blossom branches and shadows slanted, clusters like snow, in such a paradise of small world, she fluttered like a fairy, it seemed to have become an apricot blossom with angry branches. She remembered that she seemed to be waiting for someone, but the name of that person was in her heart, but she couldn't remember anything.

She waited alone until late spring, faded her color, and then withered away and turned into dirt.

No one responded.