Mandodu? Dugu three less? Everyone couldn't help but set their eyes on Dugu, too.

Dugu Yiran opened a pair of beautiful eyes, a look of surprise, and then asked urgently: "The three young Dugu you are talking about, but the third son of the Dugu clan, Dugu Jing?" ”

The young man nodded: "It's him, I heard that when he came to Xiliangdu, he was wearing a white robe, his temperament was elegant and gentle, and he was the son of a hegemon's family, I don't know how many women he charmed."

The young man's tone was quite sighing, as if the day three years ago had reappeared in front of him.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the young man said: "It's strange to say, although the boss lady is beautiful, but she is not stunning, and she is a little older, she can't compare with those daughters of the family who have not yet come out of the cabinet, I really don't know what the Dugu San Shao thinks, but he looked at the boss lady right, took her to Mantuodu, and never came back." ”

Everyone looked puzzled, but Dugu also looked like he suddenly realized, as if he had a glimpse of some secret of heaven.

After a little muttering, she sighed: "It turns out that the woman brought back by the third brother is actually the wife of the shopkeeper here, no wonder." She had a heavy face, seeing that everyone was puzzled, and explained: "Three years ago, the third brother did bring back a woman, but it was a seriously ill and terminally ill woman, the third brother placed her in another hospital, and asked someone to take care of her, but it still didn't take long for the fragrance to disappear, the third brother didn't say much, we have always felt very strange, asked the third brother a few times, he refused to say, now it seems that the shopkeeper's wife knows that her life is short, thinking of the deep love between husband and wife, I am afraid that her death will bring a fatal blow to her husband, made him go on the road of extreme despair, so he chose to fake betrayal, at least let the shopkeeper die to her and live well. ”

Lian Wuxin was also moved, this lady chose to die alone in a foreign land, chose to forget about her beloved husband in the rivers and lakes, and even made her husband disgusted with her and hated her, in order to just let her husband live well and not be sad about her early death.

It's just that she thinks it is a wishful arrangement, and what she brings to her husband is nothing but painful memories, only a broken heart that cannot be healed.

"Bang" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, everyone looked sideways, but saw the shopkeeper standing not far away with a shocked face, his lips open but trembling slightly, unable to speak, ten fingers trembling as if he wanted to grab something but couldn't catch anything.

He kept shaking his head: "No, it won't, she won't be like this, she won't." ”

Dugu also got up, walked to the shopkeeper, and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, we shouldn't talk about your husband and wife behind our backs, and I hope you can respect your wife's last wish and live well." ”

The shopkeeper didn't seem to have heard it, but kept shaking his head, his dull eyes were blood-red for a moment, and after a roar, he rushed out of the inn with his legs, looking like crazy.

Fairy Zixi kept shaking her head, and said with a long sigh: "Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die." ”

Lian Wuxin was silent, but Shang Tian looked at her and sighed silently.

Everyone was speechless for a while, and they didn't know what words to use to commemorate this seemingly ordinary but extraordinary love.

At dusk, clouds of fire spread across the sky, adding the last touch of color to the afterglow.

When the shopkeeper came back, just when the fire clouds were gone, the sky was dark, the moon was looking at the clouds, he was full of wine, and the deep and heavy mourning, he went straight to the door of Dugu Yiran's guest room, and before he knocked on the door of the guest house, Dugu Yiran opened the light door, looked at him with a smile, and handed him a piece of tissue paper, on which fell a string of delicate small characters.