The man's pupils constricted violently, and his mind went blank, seeing only the vivid red and blinding white.

And the slender and thin figure, like a flash in the pan, is so amazingly withered.

She fell into his arms, blood stained his clothes, and the wind blew, and the petals rained down on the hair of both of them, but no one cared about them.

"Eun ......"

There was no response, it was the wind.

Feeling the body in his arms lose its temperature little by little, his breathing became weak, and finally until he was silent, his body became cold and stiff, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

He was calm, didn't cry, didn't shout, but carried Wen Sheen into the house.

The wind outside is strong, her body is weak, and it will be uncomfortable to blow for a long time.

Maybe it was the extreme pain, but Guo Zhenfei didn't feel anything.

It turned out that his heart was not as painful as he thought.

Later, Guo Zhenfei did a simple funeral for Wen Xien, it was really simple, only him and the child.

In the end, Guo Zhenfei carved a tombstone with his own hands.

It reads.

The tomb of my wife, Wen Xien.

The day of the burial was not beautiful, the sky was full of gray clouds, the bright and cold weather, and the depression was almost breathless.

The earth slowly buried the coffin until it formed a small hill, and the man was half-kneeling on the ground and wiping the tombstone.

The rain fell, and the bean-sized raindrops fell sparsely, densely, urgently, and a little stinging on people's bodies.

Rain, fog, smoke, and dust.

After Guo Zhenfei returned home, Mrs. Guo was very happy, thinking that the person was dead, and his mind was broken.

At first, Mrs. Guo really thought so, because Guo Zhenfei was too calm, as if the person who loved her a few days ago was not him at all.

This is too weirdly calm, but it also makes Mrs. Guo feel uneasy.

And she always found that Guo Zhenfei caught two pheasants on the mountain, always cleaned both chickens, and then packed a clean chicken, and then took it out, and didn't know where to take it.

Mrs. Guo sighed in her heart, and had a particularly bad conjecture in her heart.

When Guo Zhenfei came back, his hands were already empty.

Mrs. Guo secretly ran to Wen Xien's door to look.

Sure enough, I saw a lot of baskets, not only chickens, but also a lot of fruits, as well as sugar-fried chestnuts, which were piled up at the door.

When I looked closer, I saw that the fruits were fresh.

Only then did Mrs. Guo know that this was just the calm before the storm.

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The peach blossoms are blooming very much, and Mrs. Guo made a few bowls of peach blossom soup.

Guo Zhenfei had just returned from plowing the field, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his handsome and upright face had been much thinner.

"Da Fei, it's time to eat peach blossom soup."

Mrs. Guo beckoned the man over.

The man pursed his thin lips, he saw the bowl of peach blossom soup, for some reason that strong feeling hit him like Mount Tai pressed on the top, the blood was about to coagulate, but the heart that was already beating normally seemed to be deeply gouged, and a sharp knife pierced her heart, and all the internal organs were broken.

He couldn't say anything, just stared at the bowl of peach blossom soup.

Mrs. Guo sensed that something was wrong with him, and hurriedly asked.

"Big Fly? What's wrong with you! ”

In fact, there is a phenomenon, that is, the moment you lose the most beloved person in the world, you will be very calm, and not as sad as you imagined.

The moment of death has no sense of reality, it is like an illusion, like a nightmare, but in the daily life that follows, the countless times of realizing that they have left is the source of the heart-rending grief.

The man who looks extremely strong, since he is simply for this bowl of peach blossom soup, he cried bitterly.

His whole body twitched, and a suppressed, painful sigh seemed to be pulled out of the depths of his soul with difficulty, rendering the whole room.

The weather outside was sunny, the peach blossoms were delicate, and the man was crying bitterly in the house.

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Little cuties, this book may be over.

And then I might be missing for a week, and next Wednesday or Thursday, I'll report to you with my new book.

"This host can deal with it, let her be a villain, she is real"

Shen Yue died of a heart attack, and then the bound system, the task is to be a villain who occasionally finds trouble with the male and female protagonists, but the main task is to make the villain shine, every villain has a tragic past, and Shen Yue is one of the villains' tragic past.

The arrogant prince tasted the sweetness of love, but was abandoned and betrayed when he was most down.

The stammering and honest hunk thought he had met love, but he was humiliated and abandoned at the happiest time.

The cold-blooded and ruthless emperor thought he had received true love, but he was betrayed and spurned at his most glorious time.

The dark and paranoid Demon Venerable thought it was salvation, but he didn't expect it to be a deeper abyss.

……

The system rubbed his hands sweetly: [I knew that you were not an ordinary soft bun, and the potential of the villain was forced out by you. 】

Later, it was too forced, and the villain blackened and killed the male and female protagonists, and the small world collapsed.

The soft bun who has completed the task is still blaming himself: [The villain is so pitiful, I'm really good or bad. 】

The system looked at the already crazy male protagonist and the collapsed world.,I don't know who is pitiful for a while.。

……

"Beauty and the Beast"

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I know that there are many people who complain about this Bai Yueguang's book that it is too abusive to the female protagonist, and they all feel that the abuse of the male protagonist is not very cool, and the cuties may think that I don't love the female protagonist, so I decided to abuse the male protagonist in this new book, hahaha.

It's almost the process of a vicious dog, a loyal dog, and a rabid dog.

So you have to wait for me to come back.

I'm a scumbag if I wear it quickly, and it's hard to update this book.

Because the recent arrest is relatively strict, and then the book has been blocked for at least twenty or thirty chapters, so you may feel very uncomfortable, because I promised you to change this book before, but it doesn't matter, I think my new book should also satisfy your taste.

The heroine is a heartthrob.

See you next week~

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