Unlike Enzanji, most people go to Seongsuzuji Temple to pray for good fortune. The carriage stopped halfway, and after a while, the carriage set off leisurely, and Jiang Wu walked out of the woods on the side.

Chenlian looked at the young lady in front of her and said softly, "Are you going to pick up your son?" ”

Today is the day Xie Xiangwan is released from prison.

The curtain blocked Jiang Wu's face, she lowered her eyes and nodded slightly.

*

The evening breeze is gentle, and the sky is full of stars.

The faint moonlight illuminated the road, and the girl looked to the end of the prison—

It was a long, dimly lit road.

She gave all the money left over from the yard to the jailer, who agreed to let her wait in the prison for Xie Yu to come out late.

After being reborn, she was much calmer in the face of everything, even in the face of Jiang Yu yesterday, she no longer had too strong emotions. But at this moment, Jiang Wu felt that she didn't seem to be so calm.

If she had calmed down, she wouldn't have felt the title deed in her purse hot.

It was just a very ordinary courtyard, far less grand and beautiful than the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it was no different from other courtyards in Chang'an City. She hadn't done anything like that she didn't know how she was going to speak.

In the past, when Xie Xiangwan gave her something, he just lowered his head lightly, spread out her hand, and placed the thing in her hand.

Even priceless jewelry can't be exchanged for a word of introduction from young people.

Or he'll just place things on her dresser, next to her bed, on her windowsill. Even occasionally when she opened a cabinet that had not been opened for a long time, she could find that there was something he had been looking for her.

Jiang Wu lowered her eyes.

It was just an ordinary yard.

But thank you for being late, if you open the window late at night, you can see the pear blossoms full of trees under the moon.

Chapter 84

She stood alone in the darkness.

There was a fire burning behind her, and the light faded little by little along the corridor. In the farthest distance, the jailer counted the silver taels in his hand, shaking his purse from time to time.

Jiang Wu looked at the deepest part of the road-

At this point, it was empty.

She should have been quieter, quieter, but she was inexplicably flustered, like a star suddenly falling in the wilderness. She didn't know how to describe a star.

If she had to say it, she would probably only lower her eyes and whisper-

There are many stars in the sky.

She raised her eyes and looked into the depths of the corridor.

It seemed to be a long time before she saw the figure.

The young man was dressed in a snow suit, dyed with faint blood stains, and his posture was long, and the gentleman was like jade. Because he has been in prison, the young man's hair is only a simple hosta, and under the snow-white sleeves is a pair of slender and bony hands.

He lowered his eyes lightly, and his expression was calm—

until I saw her.

Almost for a moment when they looked at each other, everything around them fell silent. The young man looked faintly at the girl in front of him, he didn't know what it meant for her to be here.

He stopped.

The distance between him and her was only a few steps.

All he had to do was walk over to her, and everything he had been at a loss would be solved. But the young man involuntarily hesitated for a moment. He looked at her, remembering the girl's hand that day through the cell door.

Behind her was a faint lamp that overlapped her shadow with his.

He looked at her, holding his breath for a moment, but the next moment, she took his hand, and the moment he subconsciously shook it back, he knew that he was reluctant.

Even if he was taking advantage of the girl's pity despicably, he was still reluctant.

Just like now, the joy like snow weighed down layer after layer in his heart, crushed one branch after another, condensed the flowing lake, and turned into a vast ice field.

But he was still reluctant.

He walked towards the girl, who remained in place, looking at him earnestly.

Finally, he stopped in front of her.

The girl whispered and hugged him. She didn't say anything, just hugged him quietly. Her hands slipped through her snowcoat and clasped behind him, dropping herself into his arms.

Her body was as warm as she was.

The snow in Xie Yuwan's heart melted and melted, melted and melted, and finally turned into a gurgling stream. Next to the stream, there are ice fields, branches that have been crushed by snow, and in the distance of the stream, there is still snow.

He was stunned for a long time, but in the end he hugged the person in his arms.

Even if this warmth is due to kindness and pity, what about it?

...... He loved her.

The corridor was still dim, and the two of them hugged each other, and they could only feel each other's breathing. She reached his chest, and he raised his hand and gently pressed her into his arms.

Just like once upon a time.

Like every time.

Jiang Wu whispered about what had happened these days, and told her everything almost quietly.

No one urged him, he listened quietly with his eyes down.

The girl's voice was very soft, and what she talked about was actually just some trivial daily life, but he listened very carefully all the time.

The summer snowcoat is not too thick, and it is stained with a touch of blood. If you sniff carefully, you can smell a faint sweet smell. But Jiang Wu didn't care too much, just hugged him and told him everything these days softly.

She wanted to tell him about the moon she had been looking at for a long time, and she wanted to tell him about the pear blossoms in the small courtyard that opened the window and was full of trees. But when it came to her mouth, it only turned into a low murmur in the end.

It became a sentence after a sentence of 'thank you for being late'.

The young man quietly held her in his arms, greedy for everything at this moment. At the same time, the joy spread layer after layer in my heart, falling on the tree, and the tiny branches were crushed again and again, and the snow was falling.

Suddenly, the girl was in his arms, looking up at him.

It seems that the distance and estrangement over the years have never existed, but even when talking about the previous life, how casual intimacy actually does not exist.

But it seems that in this moment, both of them got used to it.

She looked at the young man's beautiful eyes, the candle flame was dim, and she couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes and do what she had wanted to do before.

"Thank you for being late, you close your eyes."

The young man lowered his eyes quietly.

The girl's fingertips followed his eyes and touched his ears.

It was already dim, and when I closed my eyes, there was no light. But he was quiet from beginning to end, like a green bamboo in the snow. The snow fluttered and pressed down on his bamboo leaves, burying his roots, but he still stood calmly in the snow.

Jiang Wu gently traced the outline of the young man's eyes with her hand, and she looked at him seriously for a long time. When she dreamed back at midnight, the desperate eyes she had seen countless times in her dreams—

It turned out to be his.

Her eyes turned red for a moment, and an indescribable pathos came from the bottom of her heart. She had wondered countless times what had happened, that the person who often appeared in her dreams had such desperate eyes.

In the last life, after she left, what really happened.

Jiang Wu didn't know, and she couldn't ask.

Perhaps just like in this life, even when he was at the height of his power in the previous life, the Xie family betrayed him with the Son of Heaven. She couldn't control her tears, she couldn't imagine that the despair she had watched came from the eyes of the youth.

Almost instantly, her eyes turned red.

She seems to have become very crying.

I cried a lot more than I did when I was in pain.

It was her tears that fell to the hands of the young man, and the young man opened his eyes. He lowered his eyes to the girl who was looking up at her weeping. He was suddenly a little flustered, his snow coat was stained with blood, and he could only wipe it for the girl with his clean hands.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Wu shook her head, she couldn't tell what was in her dream. She didn't know, she just looked at him quietly, remembering the desperate eyes in her dream, and she couldn't help crying.

It's not like she used to be.

It's not so heartbreaking, it's not so heartbreaking, it's an indescribable pain. It's like a seed was planted in the heart a long time ago, and it has been growing slowly in the heart for many years.

Actually, it doesn't hurt very much.

Just looking at him, I can't help but cry.

She raised her eyes to look at him and said softly, "Thank you for being late, grandmother wants me to enter the prince's mansion as a concubine." ”

This was something she didn't say, and she didn't want to talk about it because she had already solved it herself. But if you want to find an excuse, this excuse is the right one.

She would rather make Xie Yuwan feel that she was crying because of her grandmother's dirty thoughts.

Xie was stunned for a moment and put down his hand.

The young man's voice was soft: "No, it's just a prince." ”

He looked the same as usual, as if it were just an ordinary remark. Jiang Wu was stunned and looked at him, this was actually not quite like what Xie Yu said at the end of the day.

"My grandmother told me that as long as I enter the prince's mansion, the prince will go to intercede with the Son of Heaven, and you will be able to come out safe and sound."

The girl's voice was a little hesitant: "Thank you for being late, I didn't answer." ”

The young man looked at the girl for a long time, and then answered softly: "Okay." ”

Jiang Wu raised her eyes and said seriously: "It's because I know that the words in my grandmother's mouth are all false, and this is just the design of the Son of Heaven and the Prince." But if one day—"

The gentleman, who had always been polite, interrupted her for the first time before she could finish speaking. He looked at her seriously: "There is no such day. ”

"There will never be this day."

It was as if he was revealing his sins: "Never." ”

He hoped that she would find clues, such as in this fight, although he was in prison, he was not in a weak position from beginning to end, and he used her kindness and pity despicably from beginning to end.

The mercy she had given him was a gift.