In October, the autumn wind blows, and the leaves on the trees gradually lose their former brilliance and become yellow.

The autumn wind swayed their green and yellow mottled leaves, and the red and green leaves began to fall quietly and piece by piece to the ground......

The wheelchair rolled on the dead leaves, squeaking and squeaking, and Liang Yujin's heart also lifted.

As long as Wen Xien promised her to let the events of that winter rot in her stomach, she would, she would ......

Wen Xien didn't answer her question directly, but said softly, "What kind of person do you think I am?" ”

Liang Yujin was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but she still said with a clear conscience, "Brother, you are a very good person, you will definitely get the happiness you want, Mr. Fan also treats my brother sincerely, the two of you will definitely be happy together." ”

The matter of Fan Xian and Wen Xien has long been spread, Liang Yujin felt disgusted when she got the news, but she felt lucky, fortunately Wen Xien did not hook up with He Runcheng, she had long noticed that Wen Xien treated He Runcheng differently, in that winter, the delicate and unattractive young master was so embarrassed for a minion, she didn't think about it before.

Now that he tastes it, maybe Wen Xien has already raised his dirty thoughts about He Runcheng.

It's disgusting.

Wen Xien's face fluctuated rarely, and she slightly tidied up the carpet on her knees, her tone flat but as if mocking.

"How do you know he's good to me? Did you see that? Or do you feel it? ”

Liang Yujin's eyes slowly darkened, her hands tightened slightly, and the crisp sound of the dead leaves under her feet made her even more dissatisfied.

No matter what, Wen Xien will always be like this, looking high, as if everyone looks down on him, and now Wen Xien is something.

The Liang family is in her hands, but she relies on men, what qualifications do you have to talk to her like this.

Why can't Wen Xien figure out the current situation?

Whoever meets her now doesn't give her three points of thin noodles, but this Wen Xien looked down on her when she was a child, and she still looks down on her when she grows up.

The resentment accumulated from childhood to adulthood made Liang Yujin almost lose her temper, she desperately suppressed the jealousy and resentment in her heart, pretending to be calm, but her beautiful face was slightly distorted.

"If he's not nice to you, why are you with him? Or do you want something from him? Willing to crouch under another man. ”

Liang Yujin was too lazy to pretend anymore, she just couldn't get used to seeing no one in Wen Xien's eyes.

Wen Xien said coldly, "You get out of my sight." ”

"Hahaha."

As if she had heard some nice joke, Liang Yujin let go of the handle of her wheelchair and walked in front of Wen Xien.

Looking at Wen Xien's pale and glamorous face dyed with an angry flush, there was a secret pleasure that made Liang Yujin unable to control the expression on his face.

"Do you think you're still the old Young Master Liang? You're nothing now! What qualifications do you have to compete with me now? ”

Wen Xien frowned speechlessly, she didn't know where this woman could see that she was going to rob her, and she didn't want to communicate with this woman now.

Wen Xien pushed the wheelchair and wanted to leave by herself, but Liang Yujin misunderstood what she meant.

Liang Yujin pulled the wheelchair in a panic, with a pale face, "Where are you going?" Are you going to find Runcheng! No! You can't go to him! ”

After saying that, Liang Yujin's voice became a little sharp with excitement.

Wen Xien's legs and feet are inconvenient, and Liang Yujin always pushes her wheelchair indiscriminately, so that it is difficult for her to leave at all.

And Liang Yujin pushed her to a remote place, there were many trees and grass around, and there was no one on the side of the road at all.

"Why do you always have to seduce Yuncheng! Why don't you look down on me? ”

The back of these words became more and more distorted, and Liang Yujin herself became more and more excited, and suddenly she stopped moving.

A pair of eyes stared straight at Wen Xien.

muttered, "You forced me, and I don't want to do this...... It's your fault......"

As if to comfort herself, her eyes slowly looked behind Wen Xien, her pupils shrunk slightly.

Almost as soon as he noticed the danger, Wen Xien was covered with a towel stained with B from behind, and then he lost consciousness.

……

The cool breeze on the face was wrapped in a strong smell of sea, and the sound of the waves not far away seemed to be heard in my ears, from far to near, big and small.

In a daze, half-asleep and half-awake, Wen Xien always felt that someone was singing in her ear.

It is a peony pavilion.

The melodiousness of the voice, the tactfulness of the more tune, is wonderful to the ears, like a drizzle, and like an apricot blossom.

But it reveals a sadness.

Wen Xien slowly opened her eyes, a blur, she slowed down for a long time before her vision regained clarity, and then, a patch of yellow sand and dark blue water met her eyes.

It's like a lake, but it's bigger than the lake, like a river, but it's bluer than the river.

Seagulls fly over the sea in the distance. Coming to the beach, the waves beat her feet.

And two meters in front of her was Shen Yue, who was staring at her quietly.

As soon as he saw Shen Yue, Wen Xien almost reflexively gave birth to the idea of wanting to escape.

He was wearing a light white and pink water-sleeved skirt, and his face was not covered with heavy makeup, but his originally handsome and lonely face was revealed.

The eyebrows are dyed with sorrow, the eyes are blood-red, and there is a shallow grievance between the eyebrows.

That fierceness, that is mourning, just like the spring breeze on the blue surface of the lake, there are falling flowers.

"It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they seem to be paid to the broken wells and decay.

The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the joy of the courtyard is "Who's house"

Float a water sleeve and sing a peony pavilion.

Wen Xien was in a trance when she heard it, she seemed to feel that time was going backwards, and she returned to the pear orchard of that year, even if the drama on the stage was covered with heavy makeup, she couldn't hold back the stunning arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes.

When the drama stopped, Wen Xien came back to her senses, she looked at Shen Yue who was walking towards her in a daze, and she didn't know what kind of expression she showed for a while.

Shen Yue walked up to him and looked at her condescendingly, the rising sunlight dispelled the darkness of chaos, covering his whole person with an unreal halo.

The cold hand soaked in the sea gently caressed Wen Xien's cheek, and his movements were extremely gentle, as if he were dealing with some extremely precious treasure.

Shen Yue's voice was incomparably gentle for some reason, like the whispering of love between lovers.

"Eun, remember this song? It's what you sang when you fell in love with me at first sight. ”

Wen Xien met those eyes, the black ones with no end in sight, full of heavy love and infatuation, suffocating and breathless.

(End of chapter)