Ruan Xiyao knew that Xi Yuming must have told Zhang Xinluo everything she thought in her heart, and she also wanted to use Zhang Xinluo to tell her his thoughts and decisions, and before the decision in her heart was decided, she began to waver a little, and her temperament has not changed for thousands of years.

Maybe Xi Xiaofei is right, but she can't see the status quo clearly, the only person who is suitable for Xi Yuming is Jiang Fan, but Jiang Fan has the ability to let Xi Yuming go to a bigger stage. Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to date Xi Yuming at all, if the hesitant heart back then could have become more decisive, then there would be no such things today.

Ruan Xiyao remembered the scene when she met Pei Zongche for the first time, how frightened she was, like a frightened rabbit, but Pei Zongche's slight smile made her heart fall on the soft blanket all of a sudden, very comfortable and reassuring. But at that time, she didn't know Pei Zongche, and Pei Zongche had never seen her, and there was no relationship between them.

Only now, when Pei Zongche smiled slightly, she knew him, and he knew her, and they had a relationship, but her heart was not on the soft blanket.

She sighed how her fate tossed her so much, she was ill for a long time before her death, she never left the medicinal soup all the year round, and after her death, she tossed and turned in the sky and the underworld, and was reborn and traveled all over the mountains and rivers, for Ji Cheng, but she still took the wrong path. Now I don't even dare to step out of the door, it's really sad to die.

Ruan Xiyao couldn't help laughing, she laughed at her fate, it would have been nice if Yama Shenjun had been more ruthless, she would still be a carefree music girl by the side of the Ghost Emperor, and she would never have been able to go back to the past.

It's night, the moon is in the sky, the summer breeze is blowing, Ruan Xiyao pushed open the window, look at the dark world, she really wants to see the apricot sea again, when will this long spring come, must a tree fall autumn leaves?

Reaching out and stroking the harp, the sleeping bird screamed, and only a few wings were heard, and then it dissipated, leaving only silence.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time.

Ruan Xiyao groaned word by word, her heart ached for a while, her recitation was repeated sentence by sentence, she didn't dare to think, she didn't dare to remember, she didn't dare to speak, she didn't dare to cry, the night was too quiet, and there was only a lonely ghost left in the quiet world.

Xi Yuming still failed to listen to Zhang Xinluo's persuasion, and did not retain the company's termination of his contract, and now he is back to the time when he had nothing before, it is really ridiculous to think about it, he has wasted so many years in vain, and he doesn't know what he has done in the past few years, the former honor is not worth mentioning to him at all, and he doesn't want to remember, in fact, he is really comfortable being light now, and he hasn't been so easy for a long time.

"You make your own decisions about such things without consulting us, such a big rebellion, I see that you have not learned anything over the years, only how to hurt your family. Xin Youmiao was furious.

"Mom, I'm really fine now, don't be so angry, beware of hurting your body. Xi Yuming helplessly comforted his mother.

"You still know that you are worried about my body, if you really care about me so much, you will listen to me, no longer be with that Ruan Xiyao, sing well, you are good, you want to do it against me, you are really so fascinated by that goblin that you don't even recognize your own mother." ”

"Mom, why are you involved with Ruan Xiyao again, this matter really has nothing to do with her. Xi Yuming could only be helpless, "This is a decision I have long wanted to make, I can sing and write music all the same now." ”

"You're still reasonable, I tell you, if I hear that goblin's name again, you won't call me mom anymore, and I will cut off the mother-son relationship with you from now on. ”

Seeing his mother so resolute, it was useless for Xi Yuming to say more, it was better to go back to the room and rest for a while.

"Stop! From today onwards, you don't want to go out, since you are so ambitious, if you are still my son, you can stay with me at home while I am still alive." ”

Xi Yuming suddenly felt a headache and went into the room and locked the door tightly.

Xin Youmiao looked at the locked door, tears flowed down at once, she never thought that her son's life was so bitter, and her good life was harmed because of a goblin of unknown origin, she was unwilling.

She suddenly remembered what a master in the Xiangfo Temple had said to her, and to this day, she believes that every word that master said is a proverb. I think it's been a long time since I've been to the Buddha Temple, and this time she wants to ask her son if he is entangled in goblins and obsessed with his mind, and wants to ask the master in the temple to do something for his son.

When she arrived at the Xiangfo Temple, she looked around, she didn't expect that she hadn't come to the Xiangfo Temple for a long time, and the pilgrims here were several times more than before, she first went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to worship the gods and Buddhas and drew a lot, and then listened to the guidance of the little monk to come to the unsigning, she wanted to find the master who had unsigned for her in the past, but she didn't see the figure of the master after walking again. Xin Youmiao walked to the side and asked where the master had gone, and when she learned that she had gone somewhere else, she always felt that the signature she wanted to ask for could only be solved by that master.

Walking in the corridor of the Xiangfo Temple with her head down, she thought with a dejected expression, is her son like this?

"I'm sorry, master, I'm sorry. Xin Youmiao apologized again and again.

"Amitabha, the donor is full of confidence, is there something difficult about it?"

"Amitabha, Amitabha, the master is really a high-ranking monk, you can see it at a glance. Xin Youmiao said unconsciously disappointed, "I originally wanted to find a master to unsign, but unfortunately he went to a distant place, so I can't solve my thoughts." ”

"Amitabha, meeting is fate, don't worry about the donor, maybe you will meet again one day. ”

"It's just that my son can't wait, he is now confused by the wine glass demon girl, and I am here to find a way to break the demon law. ”

"Amitabha, your son is fascinated by what demon he wants, what do you want to do?"

"Can the master help?" Xin Youmiao hurriedly folded his hands and bowed, "Dare to ask the master's name, the disciple is a good title." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk precepts, is the abbot of the temple, today and the donor, Amitabha, good, good. Abbot Jiemiao replied to the Buddha and said.

She was the abbot of the Xiangfo Temple, but did the gods really hear the prayer in her heart? The abbot had heard of such a precept for a long time, and his cultivation was profound, and his cultivation was quite high, and he presided over the great Dharma meeting some time ago, and the scene was very grand and grand.

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