Chapter Seventy-Nine

It was like a wisp of wind blowing through the clean snow robe.

The corner of the robe was gently lifted, and the light of the candle flickered a little. The girl turned her head to look at the far, far away window, and said softly, "Thank you for being late, the wind is blowing in from a long distance." It rained yesterday, and the air outside must be good today. ”

She seemed to be just chatting with him.

The young man looked at the girl by candlelight.

The snow robe on his body was not clean, and the corners of his clothes were covered with a faint layer of blood. It's just that the rich aroma of wild gardenia is hidden, mixed with the smell of this prison, and it is not very noticeable.

But he knew she should have been aware.

When she turned to look for the window, the candlelight reflected the girl's faintly red eyes.

A tingling sensation welled up in his heart, and it was hard for him to tell what it was, but he kept staring at the person in front of him.

The young man's voice was very low: "Go and find Mo Huai, he has money." ”

In fact, it is the meaning of his money.

Jiang Wu was originally looking at the window in the distance, but when she heard the words, she slowly turned her head, she laughed softly, lowered her head, and her voice was so low that it seemed to be telling a joke.

"Mo Huai has no money left, and those elders in Shangyang have snatched all the money. It's not just the money, your mansion is gone. ”

She exaggerated the facts, and looked up at the young man inside, with a smile in her eyes, and some unspeakable emotions.

Chenlian around the corner bent her eyes for a moment, looking at Mo Huai, who couldn't hear anything on the side.

Miss, is this a lawsuit against the same son?

Jiang Wu was indeed complaining to Xie Wanwan, but her tone was light and warm. She put her hand through the cell door and gently took the young man's hand.

Unlike Xie Yuwan's hand, which is cold all year round, her hand is warm.

When she took his hand, she could feel that he didn't resist in the slightest.

Originally, because of the ten years in their previous lives, holding hands, hugging, and kissing were just ordinary things like breathing for them.

It was supposed to be like this.

But when the young man shook her hand back, she was stunned for a moment. Fortunately, he only looked at their holding hands, and did not notice her pause for a moment.

Almost instantly, she had calmed down that 'strange' emotion.

She looked at the young man in the prison, looked at his blood-stained snow coat, and said softly: "Thank you for being late, I used to eat a very sweet pastry at the banquet, and when you are released from prison, I will let Chenlian make it for you." It's just that Chenlian is not very good at cooking, and the flower cake she made last time was actually wrapped in dough with flowers, but this time it was a pastry without filling, at most it was just flour wrapped in flour......"

She lowered her eyes and spoke, and the young man listened quietly.

Until a tear reached his fingertips, he was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, his hand gently touched her face.

Warm tears rolled through his palms, and even if he didn't see the girl's red eyes, he felt her sorrow.

It was a whispered murmur and a cry, and she lowered her eyes and pressed her face to the hand that the young man had caressed.

"Thank you too late, they deceive people too much."

It is because of his sorrow.

Xie Yuwan could only tighten his hand and whisper to the girl's words.

"Hmm."

Jiang Wu lowered her eyes, tears fell one by one, she really felt wronged for him. Even if the Son of Heaven could forget what Xie Yuwan had done for him, what about the elders?

How could they, how dare they be so late to thank Xie like this.

From the mouth of the servant, when she heard the words 'Elder Xie', Jiang Wu could only maintain the calm on her face. Only she knew that the moment she heard it, she trembled all over.

Hasn't Xie Xiangwan done enough for the Xie family over the years?

The Son of Heaven is forgotten, why does even the Xie family treat him like this. Those elders were full of benevolence and morality, controlling Xie Yuwan's lust and interfering in Xie Wanwan's life.

The people in the clan are like leeches, eating away at everything that is too late.

But when Xie Yuwan was in danger, what did those elders and those clansmen do?

What it would take four days to do, they came to Chang'an in two days. Where is there such a coincidence in the world, those two elders who do not go out of Shangyang all the year round, just on the day of Xie Yuwan's accident, they came to Chang'an thousands of miles away.

happened to hear the news that Xie Yuwan was imprisoned, and went to occupy the mansion with his identity. said that the house needed an abbot for important things, but he drove Mo Huaitong out of the house.

That is, to a three-year-old child, who knows that this is a farce.

They just don't even want to give a perfunctory thanks.

is to get Xie Yuwan's courtesy, that is, I feel that Xie Yuwan will not deceive the king.

Is...... Too much deception.

She couldn't hold back, and choked up in a low voice.

The young man's cold hand covered her face, and she gently buried herself in his hand, sharing the tears in her eyes with the young man.

He wouldn't cry over such a thing.

The bento was for her to help him cry.

Through the prison door, there are limits to what young people can do. He couldn't even find a veil to wipe away the girl's tears.

Listening to the crying, the young man's voice became hoarse.

"Don't cry."

Jiang Wu responded softly, but her eyes were more than tears, but she still raised her eyes to look at him: "I didn't cry." ”

The candle flame reflected the girl's tears, and her eyes widened, as if trying to prove that she had not shed any more tears, but her face was clearly full of tears.

Xie Yuwan looked at the snow-white robe and tore the cloth.

The girl watched him hand the cloth to herself, looking at the snow-white cloth in her hand, Jiang Wu thought he was letting herself wipe her face.

While thinking about whether she looked like a little flower cat anymore, Jiang Wu raised her hand.

Soon she saw the young man bow down and tear a snow-white cloth.

She was already looking at him, and when he raised his eyes, they met his. The young man looked at her quietly, and did not say anything more in a deep voice, but quietly lowered his head, took the snow-white cloth in her hand, and lowered his head to gently wipe her hands.

Then he wiped his own hands with the rest of the cloth she had wiped.

Looking at his movements, Jiang Wu's original choked voice slowly became lighter.

Xie Wanwan wiped his hands clean before picking up another piece of snow-white cloth. He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wu who was reflected by the candle flame in front of him.

The girl also raised a pair of eyes and looked at him.

His hand holding the cloth tightened for a moment, and under the candle flame, she looked like a spring flower. His heart was inexplicably soft and a little sour.

Because he knew that everything she was doing now was only out of pity.

Just as she pitied the little girl who sold flowers on the side of the road, she pitied him. He is essentially no different from the little girl, but because of the ten years in his previous life, she may pity him a little more than the little girl who sells flowers.

Or, mixed with a bit of kindness.

So much so that she was able to take the initiative to take his hand and comfort him again and again.

He lifted the handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from her face.

Between the eyes, I only feel my own meanness.

It's shameful......

In the midst of the struggle, another joy was born in his heart.

Stolen joy.

Every bit of joy is like a straw, when he sees her, he looks at her, and his heart moves once, and the straw that presses on his heart will be one more.

His hand rubbed her face through the handkerchief, as if he wanted to say something.

But not far away, Chen Lian smiled and said, "Miss, it's time, the official has come to urge." ”

Jiang Wu turned to look over, and the candle flame happened to be extinguished at this moment.

Jiang Wu lowered her head, took out two candies from her purse, and handed them to the young man behind the prison door. Because the official was urging, her voice couldn't help but be faster.

"Thank you for being late, in addition to the clothes, there is also some food in the package. I've already done the work at Yuanshan Temple, is there anything else I can do? ”

The candy in Xie Yuwan's hand is the most common kind sold on the street.

But because she handed it over, it was very precious to him.

He looked into the girl's eyes, and the wind blew from the far, far away window, lifting his snow-white robe. For a moment he thought about confessing to the girl, for example, that he wasn't as pitiful as she thought—

The wind soon stopped.

His heart stopped for a moment, and he heard himself say to her, "No." ”

The girl glanced at him and said softly, "Then I'll go." ”

He nodded softly, watching her figure dissipate from his sight little by little. The wind seemed to blow through the far, far away window, and the snow-white robe was lifted again and again.

He lowered his eyes to the pure white wild gardenia.

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Outside of prison.

Jiang Wu took out some more silver from her purse and handed it to the jailer: "Thank you, little brother." ”

The jailer was still urging, and when he heard this 'little brother', he was suddenly a little embarrassed. He looked into the depths of the prison, and after Jiang Wu and his party left, he walked over and opened the window above, and lit a lamp.

Jiang Wu and his party arrived at the carriage, and Chenlian took out a set of clean clothes from it.

"Miss, put it on."

Jiang Wu didn't refuse, took her clothes and got into the carriage. Almost as soon as she took her clothes, she looked in the direction of the prison not far away.

She stroked her face. The cold touch of the young man's palm seemed to be still on it, and she lowered her eyes and squeezed the clean clothes in her hand.

In the past ten years, holding hands, hugging, and kissing were just normal things for them.

She couldn't help but ask herself, would she blush from breathing?