"Hmm. If one day, on the day of Su Gongzi's big day, marries you instead of you, what should you do? Wen Yukou turned her face sideways and looked at Xu Xiancheng.

"Then I'll kill him with a knife before he gets married, and then end myself!" Xu Xiancheng's tears welled up all of a sudden, his lips trembled, his fists were clenched tightly, and his snow-white hand bones were clearly visible: "Brother Chaoyu can only marry me, only marry me, and no one can be her wife, except me!" ”

Xu Xiancheng's excitement fell in Wen Yukou's eyes, but it was a different look. The weaker the heart, the louder they speak. The trembling that she tried her best to hide was probably just because, she also knew in her heart that there would be such a possibility.

"Sister Cheng, how much you like Su Gongzi in your heart, how reluctant you are." Wen Yukou's voice was still faint, calm and rational: "I think one day, you will know what true liking is, or it is better to call it love." ”

Xu Xiancheng opened his teary eyes and felt that Wen Yukou was really strange, so he shook his head and took a few steps back, "I'll go find Brother Chaoyu to ask clearly!" ”

When I turned my head, I saw a kite from nowhere, breaking free from the long line in the air, proud and wanton, and going away with the wind. And a strand of silk fell into the hibiscus bush like a sea of flowers, swaying with the wind, the petals floated and floated, and the hula flew away. Xu Xiancheng's footsteps seemed to freeze, and he felt that something was blocking him.

She covered her face, tears fell down her little chin, and her voice sounded small, pitiful and respectable: "Sister Ko, I don't understand, I really don't understand." But if I don't love Brother Chaoyu fiercely now, I'm afraid that I won't have a chance in the future, even if it's the wrong luck, I'm ...... Don't give up, don't retreat......"

Xu Xiancheng walked for a long time, Wen Yukou was still sitting on the stone bench under the rockery, and her long clothes were casually put on it, colorful glass, jasper and smooth, half-covered and half-hidden. The tea in hand has been cold for a long time, and the fingertips are like a hibiscus, and the cold fragrance is wafting, and it sinks quietly in the most warm light.

"Don't give up, don't you retreat......"

She seemed to be asking herself, and she seemed to be answering something.