Obviously, it was the end of summer, and it should be a little hot, but for some reason, An Yue felt that his room was a little deserted.

Her bed was hung with a gray curtain, and she wore a plain tulle skirt with gray embroidery on the hem, which looked a little gray, and she lay on the bed without speaking or making a fuss, but her eyes were swollen.

Yesterday she got the news from Granny Niu, and when she reacted, she stumbled all the way to the academy to find Mr. Zhou and confirm with him, when she saw the invitation with her own eyes, the whole person was stunned, she couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that he was married.

In her previous life, she hadn't heard that he was married.

But his name is clearly written on the invitation.

She turned around and staggered all the way back to the backyard of the restaurant, fell headlong on the bed, and remembered that face, and cried and laughed and laughed.

On the bed, she slowly reached out, touched her already messy hair grate, touched a silver hairpin, took it off, she held the silver hairpin in front of her eyes, and looked.

Through the silver hairpin, it seems that she can still see that the man in white that day smiled and bought this silver hairpin for her, and put it on her hairpin.

The streets of the town, in front of the shop, under the sun, the man in white, the silver hairpin, the gentle smile, everything is so beautiful.

She thought about the invitation again, and tears flowed from her eyes.

She knew she couldn't let go of him, and she couldn't forget him.

If she hadn't met him and hadn't fallen in love with him, she wouldn't be so painful, so entangled and so helpless now, right?

But when I first saw the teahouse that day, the man was handsome, dressed in white, graceful, and gently and considerately put on a cloak for her~

That encounter was doomed, she would fall and fall in love.

She still remembered that the water he brought that day was very warm.

In her years, he was different to her, he was the most handsome, the most talented, the noblest born, and the most gentle and considerate of the men she knew.

Sometimes she thinks that what she probably misses the most is the initial tenderness.

That tenderness was like a shadow, and it kept going with her when she died and was reborn.

An Yue's face was already full of tears at this time, she slowly put down the silver hairpin, touched her own hair grate, and put it in her hair grate.

When she was in the underworld, she thought that if only she could live a lifetime, she must live well.

But now, I really live a new life, and life is not much better.

She got up from the bed again, barefoot, with her small white soles exposed to the floor, she walked to the cabinet and opened it, took out the set of blue Luo skirts she treasured, and slowly put them on, this blue Luo skirt was the one she wore when she first met him in the teahouse in the past.

It was a little hot in this Luo skirt at the end of summer, so she took out her treasured pair of embroidered shoes from the past and put them on, washed them, and then walked out of the restaurant through the back door.

She walked slowly all the way to the teahouse where she had met for the first time, and she walked down the street, her eyes still a little red and swollen.

In the past two years, although she has resented and hated, she can't let go of the same.

She once deliberately used Mr. Zhou's name to send things to Fan's house, she remembered that those were all delicious things he had mentioned in the past, although they were worthless things, but they were also her intentions.

She sniffed, her expression was a little dazed, and she learned the appearance in her memory, passed by the small bridge, entered the teahouse, went out of the teahouse, walked to the other side of the bridge, waited and waited, walked to the small bridge again, and entered the teahouse~

It's like the first time the two met back then~

She didn't know what she was doing, but she did.

After repeating this several times, the sky gradually darkened.

On the streets of the town, the breeze blew gently, and the wind chimes in the teahouse rang again.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, the Luo skirt on her body has already been wet with sweat, she walked again, the wind chimes under the eaves of the teahouse are still ringing, she glanced at the wind chimes, her mind is full of memories of seeing him for the first time, she stood under the eaves, regardless of the eyes of others, squatted down, hugged herself and cried completely.

Under the sunset, under the eaves of the teahouse, the sound of bells and cries is particularly eye-catching in the teahouse.

The more An cried, the more uncomfortable it became.

This taste of love that cannot be forgotten is really uncomfortable.

The sky slowly darkened, under the arch bridge, the sunset on the river side was still brilliant and dazzling, and from time to time there were a few cranes flying by, and the sky was brilliant.

The breeze slowly stopped, and the wind chimes stopped ringing.

A woman walked down from the teahouse, the woman looked extraordinary, and she was followed by a man, the two of them walked lightly and steadily.

The woman was born Zhong Lingmuxiu, and the man behind her was tall and handsome, looking at him in the prime of life.

The woman and the man walked to the first floor together, she looked at the woman squatting under the eaves of the teahouse, she walked closer to her, bent down, and said softly: "What's wrong with you?"

She inadvertently saw this An Yue walking between the stone bridge and the teahouse countless times today, and she was puzzled, so she ordered the little second in the store to look at her early in the morning, but don't make any trouble.

The little two had just gone upstairs and told her that the girl had already squatted down here and cried for a while, and no one dared to come forward to dissuade her from asking.

She and An Yue are also acquaintances, and there are so many people in the town who come and go, not to mention the bright and moving An shopkeeper.

Seeing that An Yue ignored her, she said softly, "What's wrong with you?"

She still ignored her.

She thought for a while and said, "If you want to cry, cry, when the crying is over, the matter will pass." ”

An Yue's eyes were painful, she sniffed, heard a familiar voice, slowly sobbed, and slowly stopped sobbing.

Then she took out her handkerchief, wiped her eyes, etc., raised her head again, took a look, and saw that it was the Lingzhu shopkeeper wearing a scarlet Luo skirt and Zhong Lingmuxiu.

This Lingzhu shopkeeper, they all thought she was a man before, she wore a mask all day long, dressed as a man, who would have thought that she was a daughter.

But a few days ago, a man in green clothes came to the teahouse, the one behind her.

said that it was her husband, she took off the mask again, changed into women's clothes, and everyone saw the true face under the mask, it turned out to be a daughter, and she had already married a family.

The two of them also knew each other, she stood up, but her legs were numb, she came back, and almost fell, but the Lingzhu shopkeeper was quick and grabbed one of her hands.

When An Yue stood firmly, he barely pulled out a smile, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said, "More Lingzhu shopkeepers, I'll leave and go back first." ”

Lingzhu frowned, looked at her, remembered what she heard about her a few days ago, and said softly: "Is it because your family wants to force you to marry a man you don't like~?"

She heard that An Yue's family wanted to kiss her, but she never agreed.

An Yue shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse: "No~"

"That's it, I saw you walking countless times between Xiaoqiao and my teahouse today~"

An Yue smiled, his eyes surged up again, and his voice was hoarse: "Yes, I have walked countless times, and sometimes I would rather not leave once~"

"Don't cry, you~" Lingzhu glanced at the man behind him a little helplessly, and then looked back at An Yue.

An Yue wiped his eyes with the handkerchief in his hand, and said again: "Thank you Lingzhu shopkeeper for your care, I will leave first~"

"Hey, you~"

Lingzhu saw that she insisted on leaving, so he had to let go of her hand, and then looked at her and turned to leave.

Lingzhu looked at her back, looking a little helpless.

At this time, a deep voice came from behind her, "I haven't been here for a few years, have you ever cried like this?"

Lingzhu was stunned for a moment, then turned around, looked at the man in front of him, thought of An Yue's red and swollen eyes, shook his head and said, "I won't cry." ”

The man nodded, "Just don't cry." ”

Lingzhu nodded and chuckled.

She looked at An Yue's back again and walked farther and farther away, and then raised her steps and walked to the second floor of the teahouse, the man looked at her, and followed her upstairs together.

Lingzhu walked to the door of a side room, pushed open the door and walked in, the man behind her also followed, and the man closed the door with his backhand.

Then he quickened his pace, hugged the woman in the scarlet Luo skirt in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Ah Ling, I won't leave you again in the future, and I won't let you cry." ”

The woman in his arms suddenly laughed again, and then cried again.

After so many years, she finally waited for this sentence.

Lingzhu is not called Lingzhu, her name is Mo Ling, and her milk name is Ah Ling. The man holding her is called Mo Yunzhu, he is her husband, her senior brother, and her brother-in-law.

Many years ago, the owner of Huainan Mojiazhuang picked up a child, adopted it as a righteous son, and taught martial arts, but the infertility of the owner's wife was cured the next year, and she became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, and gave birth to a son the following year.

Since then, the three brothers and sisters have grown up together, childhood sweethearts, and the two have no guesses.

Later, when the boy and girl first grew up, the two fell in love, and after Ah Ling and Lu, she personally went to ask her father and mother to marry her senior brother.

The owner and his wife looked at their daughter, who was holding it in the palm of their hands, and thought of their own son, so they had to think of a way, first to break away from Mo Yunzhu's identity as a stepfather, and then to set a family affair for Ah Ling and Mo Yunzhu.

After setting up the family, it didn't take long for him to choose a date to start handling the family affairs.

On that day, the owner of Mojiazhuang in Huainan married his daughter, ten miles of red makeup, so lively, and her dashing brother personally carried her on the sedan chair, everything was so beautiful.

But on the night of the candles in the cave room, Mo Yunzhu didn't touch her for half a minute, not only that, but also lit her sleeping hole, and left Mojiazhuang overnight.

After the second day, Mo Ling went crazy and searched all over the country to find a husband.

Two years, two whole years, and finally her younger brother found out that her husband turned out to be the nephew of the old owner of Hengjiazhuang, the nemesis of Mojiazhuang, and was sent to lurk in Mojiazhuang since he was a child, in order to use the bottom of the kettle to draw salary, but her husband still has a conscience and has not betrayed Mojiazhuang.

On the second day of the investigation, she broke into Hengjiazhuang in a scarlet dress and a long sword, asked him if he had ever loved her in his heart, and asked him why he left?

If he hadn't loved her, why hadn't he betrayed Mojiazhuang for many years?

But if he loved her, why did he leave on the wedding night?

Mo Yunzhu didn't say why he left, he just looked at her and said he loved her.

When Mo Ling saw that he had said that he had loved, his heart was bitter and funny.

She glanced at him, the man who had grown up with her for the twilight of her thoughts, did he know how much she missed him in the past two years?

Thinking of his ruthlessness, she was angry, pulled out her long sword, and moved her hand, she didn't expect that the senior brother whose martial arts were already above her would lose to her.

After he was defeated and fell into a coma, she realized that he was covered in scars.

It turned out that on the night they got married two years ago, he received news from the secret guard that his uncle was seriously injured, and there was only one breath left, so he had to rush back to Hengjiazhuang overnight, and after seeing his uncle, his uncle confessed his last wish and it was really gone.

The new owner was his cousin, who was only 7 years old, and his uncle's last wish was for him to support the new owner.

There is also one thing, which is revenge.

His uncle's injury was suffered in an assassination, as for who sent someone to assassinate, no one knows, and then he investigated for a long time, and also found some clues, and thought of a way to avenge his uncle, but he was also seriously injured, almost lost his meridians, and this injury lay for a long time.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone two years without seeing her and looking for her.

After he woke up, she thought about it for a long time, and finally asked him if he was willing to go with him, leave Hengjiazhuang, leave Mojiazhuang, and treat the grievances and grievances between the two villages as if they had nothing to do with them, and went to live a dull life together.

But he didn't want to look at it at the time.

Mo Ling thought of his injury, thought of the two childhood sweethearts, and finally couldn't bear it, she finally dropped a sentence, and waited for him to think clearly before looking for her.

But that's six years.

Wasn't the past six years a torment for him? But he couldn't leave the huge Hengjiazhuang and let his cousin, who was not yet 10 years old, go.

can give up his sister and give up what he loves, he can't do it either.

Fortunately, after six years, his cousin of the owner of the village has been able to stand alone.

Fortunately, the junior sister has been waiting for him.

Six years later, he finally took a break from his life, inquired all the way, and found the town where his younger sister Ah Ling lived in seclusion.

On that day, he rode a black horse, dressed in a green robe, and wore a silver mask, and hurried to the teahouse of this town.

I saw his favorite outfit on weekdays.

He looked at the familiar silver mask on her face, and his favorite cyan gown, and the eyes of an iron-blooded man hidden under the mask, suddenly moistened.

"Ah Ling~"

The man with strong martial arts jumped off a black horse outside the door of the teahouse and took off the mask on his face.

The woman named Ah Ling, standing under the eaves of the teahouse, had already seen him.

With trembling hands, she took off the silver mask, and her beautiful eyes instantly turned red.

She looked at the man and wept with joy.

"Senior brother, look, your favorite wind chimes didn't ring today~"

The bamboo wind chimes under the eaves of the teahouse were taught to her by Mo Yunzhu in the early years, and he told her that day he heard rumors from the corner of the street that there was a woman who was waiting for her husband to come back, and she did a good job of this wind chime, hanging it under the eaves, meaning "the wind chimes ring, the old people return", these years, she has complained, hated, but she also looks forward to the wind chimes from time to time.

The man who took off the silver mask looked up at the wind chimes hanging above the woman's head, and suddenly used his internal force to punch out a whirlwind, and the rows of wind chimes rang immediately.

Qingqing is crispy and very beautiful.

In a wing room on the second floor of the teahouse, the man who had been wearing green clothes and a silver mask since he was a teenager picked up the woman in his arms and went to the bed.

The hibiscus tent is warm, several spring nights, and the love is deep and only hates the short spring night.