Chapter 126: Daughter's Heart

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The wind was blowing lonely, and the corners of Xia He's clothes were picked up by the wind, and then fell, and then blown up by the wind, and fell again, like a bouquet of black flowers swaying, swaying, like a tangled heart swaying, swaying. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xia He was confused, he didn't know what the scholar cared about, at first he thought it was friendship, and then he thought it was loyalty, but until just now, until the soul of the poor scholar dissipated, he found that what the original soul really cared about, and what really supported him through a hundred years was nothing.

It's nothing, it's just a simple desire to live, no matter what it looks like, but why did he choose to die now, why didn't he continue to live?

Xia He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with an answer.

Or maybe he wasn't thinking about the poor scholar at all, because there was another soul here, and that was a woman named Cui.

Of course, Xia He knew that the woman named Cui was not just a simple confidant of General Xia.

The confidante, or to put it vulgarly, is the old lover of the world-famous General Xia.

Xia He didn't care at all whether it was unfilial piety for him to resist his great-grandfather like this, but even if he thought about it, he should not deny it, to put it mildly, this successive disasters in the Hua family were brought by that General Xia.

Xia He pursed his mouth, wanting to take the opportunity to send the old lover of the old ancestor in front of him into reincarnation as soon as possible, and say something, but he didn't expect the woman to ask one step ahead of him.

"He's yours...... Great-grandfather?" The female voice from the red mist that turned into a woman's body was soft and soft, not at all like the voice of a female general who had fought on the battlefield for many years, but like a lady who did not take a step at the door in the boudoir.

Gently and gently, for fear of breaking something.

Xia He thought, thought, waited, but forgot that he should answer the woman's question.

Maybe it's also because he's also afraid of breaking what the woman is afraid of breaking, so he doesn't want to say anything.

But the woman didn't wait to answer, but seriously "looked" at Xia He for a long time, she was also a cultivator, and naturally she could feel Xia He's face.

She even stretched out a hand, wanting to touch Xia He's skin, wanting to gently touch Xia He's face that was somewhat similar to that of General Xia a hundred years ago.

The same handsome, the same smart, you can see at a glance that the young man's intelligence comes out, but there is maturity between his eyebrows that has been polished by time.

General Xia a hundred years ago was also like this, some of the things that were piled up on him grinded out his maturity, but because of his natural baby face, that maturity and immaturity were blended together.

But General Xia doesn't like to smile, only when he is extremely happy, the corners of his mouth will hang a little smile, that time is rare, when he is with her, General Xia's smile does not appear too many times, but now she sees a similar face again, and that face often has a smile.

He laughs when he's fine, and even more when he's happy.

It's as clean as the first rays of the dawn, it's very warm and sunny.

Anyone who sees such a smile is full of joy.

But the woman was not happy at all, let alone happy, and even a trace of sadness surged in her heart, and there was a lot of melancholy.

Under the melancholy and sadness, there is also a faint figure of jealousy.

That's because of Xia He's eyes.

Xia He has a pair of eyes that only people in the wasteland have, deep and dark.

It was the most desolate part of his bloodline that had left him.

Such eyes are born on a woman's face, which is extremely moving, and if it is born on a man's face, it is also an extremely handsome face.

But General Xia a hundred years ago didn't have such eyes, every inch of General Xia's face, the woman was very familiar and handsome, but not handsome, it was the appearance of a man from Dayin, and there was no trace of a desolate appearance.

The woman's faint voice came again.

"Your great-grandmother was a desolate?"

After hearing this, he quickly understood what the woman in the red mist had misunderstood.

His eyes were indeed very similar to those of a desolate man, even deeper and more rugged than the eyes of ordinary desolate men.

But his aunt is also a desolate person, and she is still the most beautiful woman in the wasteland, a beauty that even the king of the wasteland will fall in love with, and his grandma also has such a pair of eyes.

But the woman in the red mist thought that those eyes were inherited by her great-grandmother.

The woman thought that she had guessed correctly, and she was secretly sad, but she still couldn't bear to leave the perception she gave birth to from Xia He.

She didn't even feel that there was some resemblance to what she had been perceiving her brethren with her senses for hundreds of years.

Sentimentally sad women are always careless.

Xia He knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't point out the truth, because there was no need.

It was also because his great-grandmother was really a desolate person.

The woman's misunderstanding was not pointed out, but he did not forget to answer her question.

Xia He replied honestly and sincerely. "Yes. ”

Xia He only lied when he needed to lie, he knew that he needed to tell the truth now, because the truth was even more hurtful to the soul woman in front of him who lived for love.

Sure enough, hearing such words, the woman's voice trembled even more.

"And what kind of person is she?"

Anyone can hear the center of the words broken, what woman in the world will not be heartbroken and sad after hearing that the person she loves deeply has married someone she can't even know?

Perhaps, but the soul in front of him who survived by a love affair a hundred years ago will not be like that.

Xia He is still very serious and honest.

"I don't know. ”

It's also a truth, because he really doesn't know.

Because in the stories he had heard and the books he had read, there was no strong ink on such a woman who finally married such a general.

In those stories, the woman was just the daughter of a desert man, a most ordinary wasteland girl.

And it's the most ordinary kind.

If she had to pick out something different, it was only when she was young that she saved a general who had just escaped to the wasteland.

Later, the general married her, and later they had a son, also surnamed Xia.

Actually, this is not anything out of the ordinary, and the other women of the wasteland are like this, even in the face of people from their own enemy country, they will lend a hand.

It's just that the person they saved was not a big general.

That's all.

Xia He told the truth, but he was not listened to by the woman as the truth.

The red mist that turned into a woman's figure rolled up and closed, repeating it several times, like the corners of Xia He's clothes blown by the wind, and like the heart full of tangled in her heart now swaying.

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