When the little brother talked about these past events, he always had an indescribable look on his face.

It is the hatred of love to despair, the helplessness of hatred to death.

However, there are some people in the world who always look down on themselves and care about others.

So he has such a look and is willing to be the shadow of light.

Fortunately, Emperor Que could read such a look.

One person understands another, and it doesn't take much wisdom to have the same experience.

Emperor Que suddenly spoke: "You haven't woken up yet?"

"Awakening?"

Emperor Que waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay, you continue." His face was silent, but his heart was full of doubts.

In the future he had seen, the little brother was born to be awakened, but now he didn't feel any signs of awakening.

Don't......

The little brother said to himself, saying that all this was seen in Xiaoyu's dream.

There was no beautiful scenery left that night, just the way a lover should be.

Xiaoyu only remembered that she sat in Yibei's arms and put the wine in the wind, which was very reassuring.

She's never been so close.

Until she woke up from a hangover, she was in the courtyard of Yibei's house, surrounded by the longing listening umbrella.

A woman like Yibei always protects herself well, how could she not see Xiaoyu's ulterior motives.

But she was willing to go to the soup for her.

This umbrella was easy to obtain, and even made Xiaoyu feel a little guilty, she gave the umbrella to the pianist as soon as possible, and it seemed that taking one more moment would make her sin deeper.

Maybe his happy appearance can more or less add to her peace of mind.

It is not pleasant to be disappointed and to be disappointed.

When the violinist saw the umbrella, there was a light in his eyes that could not be hidden: "Where did you get it from?"

"Miss Tingyulou is my friend. Xiaoyu looked away and said, "Very good friend." ”

When the pianist first got the treasure, he had long forgotten his form, and carefully looked at this exquisite and transparent umbrella.

Umbrella tip, umbrella blade, umbrella handle.

He stroked it gently, and observed it repeatedly, as if he missed a detail, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Xiaoyu looked at his serious appearance, thinking back to yesterday's charm, the warmth of that fragrant heart, there was some sadness that could not be concealed, and said in a daze: "Congratulations." ”

The pianist was in a good mood and asked without looking back, "Congratulations to me?"

"Congratulations, Arcana. ”

It was as if the god of time had taken a nap, and at this moment, he was frozen in the raging waves of swimming.

When the violinist heard Xiaoyu's words, he felt like his blood was frozen and couldn't move. After a few moments, he could turn around and stare at the light rain.

That face, how much sadness and cold winter has accumulated to have such a cold despair.

"Yes, such an important treasure, I don't want to leave it for the rest of my life. The violinist suddenly smiled and said, "You have to hold it when you sleep." ”

Xiaoyu's face became even colder, and his words were like smashed ice, thrown out word by word: "Is it." Then you must treat it well. ”

The violinist laughed proudly, suddenly raised his hand and threw the treasure umbrella into the rushing river, turned around and hugged Xiaoyu: "Hmm." You have asked for so, and I promise you—I will treat you well. ”

"You ......" Even the smart Xiaoyu was shocked by his behavior, and a bunch of words were blocked in his heart, but he didn't know which one to say first, so he could only say angrily, "You...... You...... Who said I was going to sleep with you!"

"You are my treasure. The violinist hugged Xiaoyu tightly, slowly approached her clean face, and was about to kiss her.

It was the first time for Xiaoyu to be so close to a man, she blushed to the root of her ears, her hot cheeks finally melted the snow of the previous moment, and her eyes were full of rippling spring.

"That'...... That one...... Haven't you heard the Sanskrit sound of listening to the umbrella...... Why did you throw it away......" Xiaoyu finally found an excuse to free herself from her suffocating shyness.

"The best voice in the world is that you call my name......" he said, kissing deeply.

......

Exquisite dice An red beans, who knows the acacia to the bones.

The light rain sank into the moon before the flowers, but Yibei didn't know where to go in the old dream.

The listening umbrella is an heirloom in Yibei's family, and her grandfather made military merits, and the Shura Emperor gave him holy relics. Such a treasure is gone, and the city is naturally full of wind and rain.

Listening to the treasurer of Yulou, the treasurer of the rain building has a lot of money to arrest thieves, even if it is a thing of the previous dynasty, the government also attaches great importance to the treasures given by the emperor, and the whole city searches.

When Yibei was finally interrogated, he only said "I sent a lover".

Listening to the shopkeeper of Yulou, he said angrily: "This is a family heirloom, and it is not passed on to children." It's up to your eldest brother to give it away, when it's your turn!" The words were whipped, and the poor relatives in the room were all turned a blind eye.

What's more, they are filled with righteous indignation and do not choose their words.

Even the little sister, who is the closest on weekdays, does not dare to plead.

When you are born with misfortune, it is often the people closest to you who bring you the most harm.

If someone hurts you, your relatives will say, "Why doesn't the wicked person bully others, you must have something wrong." ”

You need to reflect before you forgive those who have hurt you.

Yibei has known this for a long time. Especially, this time, she really knew she was wrong.

But what if it's wrong, if it's just the pain of flesh and skin, it can be exchanged for the joy of the person in love, and it is also a good deal for her who is calculating.

It was a water-soaked leather whip, and the skin was open under one whip. Yi Beijiao's beautiful posture was tumbling with flesh and blood, bursting wounds like sausages being cut vertically, and bright red flesh was flooding outward.

She didn't say a word.

She felt happy.

Every intense pain tells herself that she loves that person deeply.

Every drop of blood on this body is shed for her.

"Stop!"

The familiar voice came from behind him.

That's the best sound in the world.

Finally, she collapsed with a smile.

Hearing that the shopkeeper of Yulou is Yibei's father, he is angry, just because he should be angry.

He had blamed her, blamed her, but only for a moment.

It's just that, in this small town, there are too many people watching him. If there is no family law, if there is no majesty, who will listen to you in the future.

What he did was what he should do, but not what he wanted to do.

He just wanted Yibei to admit his mistake.

Give her a whip and it will be enough to establish her authority.

Who knows, the more she beats, the more she laughs.

So he was really angry.

It's just that, why, until the next few whips, my heart is trembling.

It's just, why, that "stop", as if it was he who rescued.

"Stop!"

Yibei thought to herself, "Why did you come to ......?"

The shopkeeper thought to himself, "Why did you come to ......?"

"I stole the umbrella......" When Xiaoyu saw Yibei, who was covered in bruises, all those words prepared in advance suddenly fell to the bottom of the sea.

Then came the overwhelming condemnation. Yibei's mother bore the brunt of the blow, beating the light rain. Those brothers, sisters and aunts who were cold-eyed before seemed to finally remember that Yibei was their relative at this moment, as if they had formed an uncommon hatred with Xiaoyu, and insulted Xiaoyu with false crying.

Xiaoyu remained motionless, standing in the sudden rainstorm, allowing others to push and shove.

The rain in Jiangnan always comes.

Xiaoyu looked at Yibei who was lying on the ground and gradually losing her undulations, and the rain washed away her hair, making her look like a madman.

"Today's rain is so salty...... she said.

"Stop!" was another "stop", but the voice was majestic and irresistible.

Several hunters wearing red cloth armor quickly broke into the courtyard and drank everyone.

"Shopkeeper, the thief has surrendered to the county office, please go and identify it!"