"You're scaring the kids. He Guang Tongchen looked at Xiao Qingchu who fled in the wilderness and felt distressed.

Huaxin lowered his head and took a sip of wine, chuckling, "That's my son, not your son, but just choking on two sips of wine, I don't feel distressed, what are you distressed about?"

He Guang Tongchen was choked by her, thinking that he had offended her again, thinking about it, and not reflecting on what he had done wrong, and finally had to boil it down to the fear that Qing Chu cared too much about him, a father with an unjustified name, but was not so close to her mother, so she was a little unhappy in her heart.

While arranging vegetables for her, he explained for Qing Chu, "Xin'er, in fact, Chu'er cares about you very much in his heart, he is just afraid that you will kill him, so he doesn't dare to get close to you." ”

The movements of the soup and cloth vegetables are still gentle, but those delicious soups make the heart of the painting feel like a fish in the throat.

The cups and saucers collided, and all of them sighed.

He Guang Tongchen went into the house to take a look at it uneasily, and saw that the drunk Qingchu child fell asleep in the corner of the wall, so he gently hugged him.

Huaxin sat alone in the thick wind and snow to warm wine, the flame was hot, but the fingertips were cold.

The heart is also cold.

It was as if the cold wind had blown all night and froze into three feet of ice.

"Heart. ”

"Huh?"

He Guang Tongchen came out of the house, sat down opposite, and played with the wine cup with his head down, not daring to look up.

She was thinking about how to tell Heguang Tongchen that she was leaving, where she was going, what she was going to do, and why she didn't come back, not only to make him die, but also not to let him live without love.

The silence of the painting heart made Heguang Tongchen's heart sink suddenly, he didn't know what was wrong with her, but instinctively held her cold fingertips, and said softly, "Don't be afraid." ”

Don't be afraid of anything, everything has him.

With a twitch of his fingertips, he picked up the wine cup and drank the gentle words of the light and dust with the spirits in the cup.

The liquor burned his heart, the fire burned, the painting heart gasped, and raised his eyes to look at the man sitting upright under the shadow of the heavy flowers, Qingming Junlang.

That's the person she loves.

At this point, she really tasted the pain of asking for nothing but not being able to get it.

But she didn't understand why she would leave her husband Shuyi without hesitation and fall in love with him.

Probably because of the familiarity and love that originally belonged to Junyi, but irrepressibly only overlapped with the light and dust.

From the moist eyes he saw, to the corners of his lips full of doting, from his broad and firm chest, to his warm and soft fingertips, she was fascinated and crazy.

And such an obsession will eventually end without a problem.

To her, he was close at hand, but out of reach.

"Chenchen, I'm curious, if you have memories of your past life" Huaxin slowly opened his lips, said two sentences but suddenly stagnated, and under the overlapping shadows of flowers, he looked at each other quietly with the light.

After a long time, the corners of her lips were raised, and a smile appeared in her pocket, and she finally asked the words she had been planning for a long time in her heart, "You say, in addition to the Buddha of the West Heaven in your memory in your previous life, is there me?"

He Guang Tongchen obviously didn't expect her to ask such a question.

He always thought that Huaxin knew his identity, but they just knew it.

But if she knew that he was Jun Yi, how could she ask such a question? Jun Yi was only her in her previous life, how could there be any Buddha!

Does she still think he is clean?

Or did Jun Yin say something to her after seeing her, reversing black and white, making her believe that Shuyi was Jun Yi and that he was just clean and dustless?