Chapter 193 Slow voice

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The white chrysanthemum drops a drop of water from the river and returns to the river, and those who come from the south have to walk back to the south. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, there was no trace of the people who returned to the south on the grassland of Huajia.

The old horse looked at it for a while, and then he also shrouded his figure in the flowers again, what Xiao Lian needed at this time was quiet, and what he needed was a person.

Lao Ma understands human nature, so he naturally understands this truth.

So, there is only one person on the riverside now.

Xiao Pian's eyes fell on the gypsum water flowing in front of him, to be precise, on the little green floating in the gypsum water.

It was the grass that had been broken by someone or blown by the strong wind, and it was slowly flowing down the upper reaches of the river.

This year's time in the north seems to be too slow.

The river is slow, and the grass floating on the river is also slow.

The wind blows slowly, and the wildflowers that the wind blows are also swaying slowly.

The dancing flames of that day disappeared, the century-old ancestors of that day dispersed into smoke and dust, but the overwhelming sea of flowers of that day was replaced by another sea of flowers.

There were two people and a horse in front of Xiao Lian that day, but now there was no one in front of her, no horse.

Nor was there any danger of the day.

Xiao Lian sat down slowly, next to the gypsum water, there were still no fish in the water, because it was too clean, and because it was too clean, Xiao Lian's figure looked good in the water.

Xiao Lian sat down slowly, slowly put down the flower in her hand, slowly looked at her reflection in the water, slowly spoke, and spoke slowly.

Say things that only your brother is allowed to hear.

"Brother, I'm coming to see you again. ”

"Brother, I miss you a little. ”

"Brother, are you doing well now?"

"Brother, I'm doing well now. ”

"The people in the Daimyo's Mansion are very good, the general is very good, Aunt Mei is very good, Xiao Zhao who guards the door is very good, Lao Zhao who guards a restaurant is very good, and the lady of West Street, and the third brother of East Street, and ...... They are all very good, and the people of the Daimyo's Mansion are very good. ”

Her voice is still very sweet and waxy, still very good, no different from two years ago, only better.

Xiao Lian used her hand to pick up her own messy black silk blown by the wind, and combed them all behind her ears, still a double mustache, still a very cute little girl.

The little girl paused, and continued.

"Yin Huai is also very good to me, just like my brother is good to me. ”

"Brother, I'm not called Xia Xiaolian now, my name is Yin Xiaolian, this is what you told me, but Aunt Mei seems to know that my surname is Xia, and the general seems to know, Aunt Mei also knows that Yin Huai is not my own brother, but the general doesn't seem to know. ”

"The shogun said that his surname was Xin, and he knew Abba, and he also said that his ancestor died in the daimyo's mansion a hundred years ago, and his surname was Xin, called Qihu, and he was the brother of our ancestor that the general. ”

"I don't know if it's because of this, they are very good to us, different from the uncle of the Hua family, they are really good to us. ”

"Aunt Mei taught me to comb my hair, taught me to make some makeup, taught me to learn to be a lady of Dayin, I don't like those, but I am also very serious in learning, I remember you said that you wanted me to marry into the city of Dayin Lin'an, Aunt Mei said that if you want to marry into those famous families, you have to learn these. ”

"Brother, embroidery is so difficult, it's harder than riding a wildebeest, it's harder than studying, and it's so hard to get married. ”

"Brother, I don't want to get married, I want to stay in the Daimyo's Mansion, even if I stay in the Daimyo's Mansion, those Abba enemies in the wasteland don't dare to come here to bully me, Aunt Mei also told me that those young children in Lin'an City don't have a few good seeds, they are all gentlemen, and they want me to stay in the Daimyo's Mansion to be her daughter, she is as beautiful as Grandma. ”

"I don't know what a gentleman is, Aunt Mei said that it is those men who don't treat their wives well, that is, those men who don't love their wives, I don't want to marry those gentlemen, I don't want to marry those who don't love me. ”

"Brother, I'm not married, okay?"

The slow tone was a little low, sinking into the river and into a sea of flowers.

However, her brother was dead, not in the river, nor in the sea of flowers, so naturally he could not hear the slow, sorrowful and reluctant murmur.

The old horse was far away from her now, and he couldn't hear her whispering.

No one in this world, and no living being, heard her whispers.

Only she could hear it, she heard the whispers that reached her ears, and then she was silent for a long time.

Only then did he raise his head and look ahead, there was no one there, only flowers.

"Brother, I know, I will marry, I will marry, I promised, I will marry Lin'an, marry a good man, marry a good husband, marry someone who can make me happy. ”

Xiao Lian said, laughing, but at some point, she was also crying.

But she was still very slow to speak, even if it was a catharsis to complain, she could still slow down, she seemed very afraid that time would pass too quickly.

A tear fell onto Xiao Lian's clothes, and Xiao Lian realized the heat and humidity in her eyes.

She didn't want her brother to see herself like that.

Why did those tears get hotter and hotter the more they wiped?

Why is the flower in front of me getting more and more blurry and dim?

Xiao Lian thought about these questions that she didn't want to seek answers, and she didn't dare to think of other questions or other people.

The slow wind blew again for a long time, the wind had never been heard, and the black silk that blew the little pity was enough to cover her face.

Then, Xiao Lian let the tears flow.

When the wind finally stopped, Xiao Lian's crying voice that wanted to pretend to be happy sounded again among the flowers.

"Although the general knows that my surname is Xia, he still thinks that Yin Huai is also surnamed Xia, he seems to treat Yin Huai as you, he calls him to practice knives every day, teaches him to practice every day, and I don't know how to practice, but Yin Huai seems to be no different from two years ago, and he can only cut some flowers and plants. ”

"Although the general didn't say it, I could also see that Yin Huai was really stupid, and he couldn't compare with his brother at all, and sometimes I asked him to walk across a river and catch the old horse that had robbed other people's rice. Brother, you may have asked the wrong person. ”

"But ......"

Xiao Lian showed a real smile at the corner of her mouth at this time, and the tears in her eyes finally stopped.

"He's been really nice to me, just like you've been to me. ”

"Brother, when I call him brother, can you not be angry, don't worry, I will only call him brother in front of outsiders......"

Xiao Lian had the meaning of coquettishness, and her already sweet and glutinous voice was even sweeter, which was a coquettish tone that Xia He had never heard before his death.

If the guy who loves his sister so much hears such a thing from his sister who has never been spoiled by himself, will he become a ghost wandering in the world and struggling, and the idea of protecting his sister will always be guarded.

Unfortunately, there is never a what if.

The wind is still blowing slowly, and the summer of the Daimyo's Mansion is still slowly coming from the south, and Xiao Lian is still slow when he is scattered in the wind.

One by one, slower and slower, he spoke.

"Brother, I'm leaving, I'm going to Lin'an"

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Good Luck Gentlemen, Chapter 1.