Chapter Ninety-Three: Different Paths

() Lu Lianhua closed his eyes and exhaled: "I don't know where the girl knows this, and I don't know why a girl can say such shameless words, how to behave, how to act, how to think, whether you need someone to understand, is your own business, and it is not the girl's turn to interfere!"

In the face of Lu Lianhua's reprimand, Feng Ling was so frightened that she couldn't speak for a while, she understood the anger and disgust in his eyes, and she was even more panicked and scared.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to be with you, I'm ...... Don't be bored with me. ”

"Accompany?"

Lu Lianhua pulled out a smile and asked Feng Ling: "There are parents alive below, slaves to accompany you, and there will be wives and children in the future, why do you need a girl to accompany you?"

"But they don't understand your ......"

If it weren't for the wind spirit who couldn't shed tears, I was afraid that she would be in tears at this moment, and in the face of Lu Lianhua's questioning, she could only repeat it over and over again.

"Why does the girl think she understands me? Why do you think she needs someone to understand me? Even if she needs it, she is the future lady, although it has not yet been decided, it has nothing to do with the girl, and what the girl said is just your imagination, and she said such non-respectful words. ”

"Lady?"

In the midst of the questioning, the wind spirit had long since lost his expression, and stared at him with a pair of empty eyes.

Lu Lianhua didn't seem to see her sadness, and nodded indifferently: "Yes, after the Spring Festival, I will marry a wife in the next year, respect each other like guests, and have children." ”

"What will it be like when you get married?"

Even though she has traveled to many places, she doesn't understand the so-called marriage in the mortal world, the so-called husband and wife, she only knows that a man and a woman live together, there are quarrels, some sweet, and some seem to be strangers, so how is the marriage in his mouth?

Although he didn't quite understand why Feng Ling would ask such a question, Lu Lianhua still patiently said the marriage he was most looking forward to in his heart: "Naturally, every day is relative, when you see each other, you are happy, and if you don't see you, you will miss it." ”

What he said was what Feng Ling had been looking forward to all along, and her empty eyes regained a little brightness, and she asked him with some anticipation: "Can't I? I can be your wife too......

"Can't"

Almost at the same time as Feng Ling asked this sentence, Lu Lianhua opened his mouth to answer, leaving no effort and not the slightest emotion: "Although I don't know what kind of girl my mother will meet, I will definitely be the woman I have seen in Xia." ”

"You, will you like that woman?"

The vetoed Feng Ling no longer had the heart to grieve, and asked this sentence tremblingly, she looked at Lu Lianhua, and never left her eyes for a moment.

Unlike other previous questions, Lu Lianhua was silent and didn't answer for a long time, because he couldn't be sure of this answer in his heart, but he couldn't lie to people, so he could only choose not to answer.

Seeing that he was silent, the wind spirit ignited a little hope again.

"Then I'm ......"

"Girl"

Lu Lianhua opened his mouth heavily, with a tired look on his face: "Don't you understand that you have said so many girls in the next place? no matter what, it will not be a girl who will accompany you, and you don't need the company of a girl in the next place, and please ask the girl to respect herself and have a good marriage waiting for the girl......"

The beating in his chest became more and more violent, and with the pain of a knife, the wind spirit suddenly remembered that mortals also have such a beating thing, which they call the heart, which is an extremely important thing.

And Lu Lianhua's sentence that she didn't need to accompany her was a heavy steel knife that fell on that heart, smashing the fantasy hopes she once held, it turned out that everything was just her own passion?

If the girl has nothing else to say, she will take her leave. ”

Seeing that Feng Ling was silent for a long time, Lu Lianhua forcibly endured the pity in his heart, and still asked her with a cold and detached face.

"Wait"

The wind spirit raised her head to call him, her dry eyes full of holes, and she asked the last question of the night: "I heard that Childe had many disasters and disasters a few days ago, but now he is okay?"

Lu Lianhua, who was about to leave, thought that she might be unwilling or sad and silent, but he didn't think that she would suddenly ask such an inconsequential question, and replied indifferently: "It's good, although it's not a big problem, it's easier after all......"

This was probably the only thing that made him feel happy at this time, and even his expression eased a lot.

Feng Ling, who got back, lowered his eyes, showed a faint smile, no longer looked at him, and only said softly: "There is nothing to say, Childe can leave with confidence." ”

"Then I will take my leave. ”

This was what Lu Lianhua was looking forward to, and after Feng Ling finished speaking, he immediately turned around and left.

The moment the footsteps stopped in the distance, the wind spirit crouched down against his chest, burying his head tightly in his knees.

It's not a big deal, but it's easier after all......

It turned out that his company did not make him feel happy, but felt that it was a disaster.

That heart was beating violently, with a sudden pain, what could relieve such pain, Feng Ling looked up blankly and wanted to find a way to alleviate it.

Even the scenery in front of her became blurry, and in a blur, I don't know when Ah Lu will come back, standing in front of her, looking at her silently.

Then Feng Ling felt his head sink, and Ah Lu's warm palm covered it and stroked it gently.

"A mortal has a mortal to accompany him, he doesn't need you, you should leave and find your own place......"

Under Ah Lu's touch, Feng Ling felt that his chest didn't seem to hurt as much as before, and Ah Lu also squatted down in front of her, still stroking her hair: "You can love, you can like, but don't like a mortal, at the beginning you woke up with your memory, blindfolded by feelings, and now you should understand that you and he can never be together." ”

Feng Ling closed his eyes, and the memories related to Lu Lianhua kept playing back in his mind: "I understand the hard work of adults, but my heart is in turmoil, and I can't cultivate anymore. ”

"You are wrong, there is no pain that time can't heal, a hundred years and a thousand years, when he disappears into the river of light, you will not be so uncomfortable when you think of him again. ”

Wind Spirit opened her eyes and stared at Lu in front of her, her head resting on her knees, her face full of tenderness.

"But how am I going to spend my time lately?"

"You are a creature made of the breeze, and you should not be tripped up by a mortal. ”

Feng Ling had an epiphany, and the beating in his chest gradually calmed down, although he still felt uncomfortable, he could already bear it.

"My lord is right, the world is big, I have only been the tip of the iceberg, I was born in heaven and earth and should swim in heaven and earth, he has the person he needs to accompany him, even if that person is not me, I also hope that he can be well and happy. ”

Ah Lu then stood up, saw that her eyes were gradually clear, lowered her hand and said softly: "Don't worry, Lu Lianhua has a smooth life, no illness and no disaster......"

"Hmm!"

This sentence saved Feng Ling's last worry, she turned to look at Ah Lu, then quickly turned her body, and suddenly turned into a wisp of breeze and flew into the distance.

"Thank you, sir!

In the cool night, there seemed to be dew on his cheeks, Ah Lu raised his hand to caress it, and under the moonlight, a touch of crystal on his fingertips could be seen.