(PS: Thank you Ruge and Gongziming for your heavy rewards; thank you for the red envelope gift from Cigarette Daoist friends and Master Zhenshi.) Dongdong-chan was ashamed and bowed. ）

-- The young man in front of him was much younger than the legendary "Ming Weapon King" Tang Yun and the "ruthless son" Shi Yulou, and the young man was like a big child.

"Can I invite you to a bowl of wine?" Leng Beicheng sat down opposite the young man.

The young man listened to the voice, raised his empty eyes and bowed slightly in the direction where Leng Beicheng was sitting, and said with a slight coolness: "Thank you, sir, I never drink." ”

"Your eyes are not good?" Leng Beicheng looked at him, and suddenly remembered Leng Leng, the distressing Leng Leng.

Nangong Yushu smiled: "My eyes have not been good since I was a child, and Xue Que, a famous doctor in Jiangnan, said that I would be completely blind at the age of thirteen. ”

Leng Beicheng said: "Are you expensive this year?"

Nangong Yushu said with a smile: "It's just thirteen years old. ”

--I couldn't see the exact appearance of the person I was talking to, but I could only vaguely see the desolation in his eyes, he must be a man with a story, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance to be friends with him.

When I was five years old, I had an eye disease, and Dr. Xue prescribed medicine to him, and then his eye disease became more and more severe, I knew that it was the hands and feet made by Xue Que, who was "jade-faced Huatuo", although I was blind, but my heart was not blind, and Dr. Xue was the eldest brother Nangong Huashu.

I took Doctor Xue's medicine every day as if nothing happened, and I didn't show half of my reluctance. Because I know that this is the only way to live a little longer.

I had the idea of asking my father for help, but reason told me that everything I had to do would be in vain. How could my father, who was biased and biased, listen to me, a courtesan, who was born out of wedlock and doubt the eldest son of the clan whom he had always been proud and proud?

The tumbling and darkness of the big family can never be imagined by ordinary people. If I had to choose again in the next life, I would rather be born in a family of farmers, where I could have fatherly love, childlike fun, no suspicion, and no cannibalism.

Count the days, the eldest brother's killer should also be on the way, hehe, I'm afraid that several servants around me were also sent by him to spy on me, how could he let me get married smoothly? How could I, a concubine, have the opportunity to share the "Nangong" family's property with him?

I still remember when I was five years old, I accidentally saw my eldest brother and a tall and thin Taoist priest sneaking around in the back garden, when Doctor Xue was also present, and later at my father's birthday banquet, the Taoist priest openly challenged my father, and the eldest brother, who was only fifteen years old, easily taught the rude Taoist priest a lesson in front of hundreds of guests.

Later, it was still that back garden, the eldest brother secretly stuffed a bag of gold to the Taoist priest, but unfortunately I was bumped into by the bullet bird, although I pretended not to see anything, but the eldest brother still became suspicious of me. Over the years, the eldest brother Nangong Huashu has been deliberately trying to get rid of my younger brother, whether it is to dominate the family business, or to cover up the dirty transaction behind the battle of fame directed and acted by him and the famous Qing Lingzi of "Qinghai".

I'm not afraid of death, I've been tired of walking on thin ice and trembling for so many years, maybe death is my only relief.

――What I don't want to delay is the Miss Xi family who I haven't met yet, the girl who is as desolate and helpless as me.

As for me, Nangong Yushu, from the moment I was born, the end of fate was predestined and irrevocable.

Nangong Yushu got up and bowed slightly to Leng Beicheng: "Thank you, Mr. for your hospitality." He lit his blind cane, and left with the unrespectful call of the servant in the fine clothes.

When Nangong Yushu slowly passed by the blind man, the expression on the blind man's shriveled face changed and changed.

Bu Blind said to Lin Mianhua mysteriously afterwards: "This Nangong little young master Yintang is black, and he is on the throne, I'm afraid he won't survive this spring." ”

After many years, Leng Beicheng would occasionally think of the boy who smiled a little cold, he had prayed to the heavens more than once, so that Nangong Yushu and Leng Leng would be well in the next life, after all, someone would be gentle.

――I don't know why, the first time I saw Nangong Yushu, I had a very distressed feeling, I wanted to hug him, I wanted to warm him, I saw him several times in my dreams, and gradually turned into a cold and helpless little face, and then I woke up crying weakly, I don't know if it was for Nangong Yushu or for Leng Leng.

Leng Beicheng saw a thin coolness in Nangong Yushu, and it wasn't until later that he also saw this thin coolness in another girl in white who was in a wheelchair.

That girl is called Xi Xiaoying.

- There is only a small garden in my world, with flowers, butterflies, dreams, tears, and waiting every year.

People outside are saying that this beautiful young lady is hidden in the Xi Mansion, and Master Xi regards it as a treasure and never shows it easily. But the world still judged my appearance, I was just a little decadent, a little weak, and a little lonely.

Xi Xiaoying knows that even if the world praises herself, paleness is the main color of her existence.

Condescendingly, Ying'er saw all kinds of encounters and partings on the appearance of the high wall, but she was never indifferent. She has become numb, and for the past fourteen years she has always cried and laughed lonely, and sometimes she even feels that she is inferior to an ordinary flower, for only one reason, and that is butterflies.

If the flower is born with an inescapable fascination with butterflies, then what she loses is something that others are accustomed to, and it is more regrettable than regret.

On that day, a young guest came to the house.

He stood far away under the shadow of a cluster of flowers, looking in the direction of Ying'er from afar. She thought that what was hidden under the boy's delicate and haggard appearance was nothing but a worldly person who coveted my appearance, and she walked away with disdain.

As he approached step by step, Ying'er watched coldly, watching him walk alone among the garden paths, seeking, listening, and then saw Ying'er leaning under the peach blossom tree.

At this time, Ying'er realized that his eyes were inconvenient and he couldn't tell the taste, and suddenly he stepped on it and fell to the ground, the second time, the third time, still like this.

Ying'er was a little confused, and she felt a little sorry for his desperation.

――Listen to Dr. Mei, the marriage designated by Cai Xiangye, the husband's family has eye disease, it should be him, right?

Anyway, Ying'er walked up to him. She lifted him up, with deep guard.

- She looked me in the eye with a worried concern.

I vaguely saw Ying'er's pale face, not red lips, and always sad eyes, revealing indescribable slenderness. The white dress is like a streamer, dancing with a hazy feeling, so real, so dreamy, like a beautiful butterfly dream!

"My name is Nangong Yushu. As he spoke, he was a little frightened, afraid that he would scare away the fairy in his dream if he opened his mouth.

Although Ying'er still had a cold appearance and no smile on her face, she was more beautiful than any woman Nangong Yushu had seen, a beauty that was out of reach.

When leaving, Ying'er rejected Nangong Yushu's only relic left to him by her mother, "butterfly hairpin", and Ying'er said that there were no butterflies in her pale life.

- I know, Ying'er still can't forget the man named Wen Liangyu, whether it's sweet or sad. She needs time to heal the wounds in her heart, and I can wait, even though I don't have much time left.

Nangong Yushu tried to get close to Ying'er, but it couldn't warm her coldness, and it couldn't even extinguish the self-pity in her eyes. Ying'er's melancholy and loneliness made him feel distressed and afraid, and he had no intention of touching Ying'er's scars.

Nangong Yushu faced Ying'er stupidly, and muttered, "Ying'er, I want to marry you......"

Ying'er was silent, she only smiled slightly.

Nangong Yushu can only be by her side, talking to herself every day, telling her what she has seen, heard or felt, like chatting with friends, the sea and the sky, and the love and sex. He hopes that one day, she will smile or cry for a story, and slowly accept the strange self, or his "butterfly hairpin".

- I told myself that Ying'er was so close to me, and the gap was close enough to drown the distance between the world.

Sincerely, the gold and stone are open.

Love breeds without warning, when the girl who has not spoken took Nangong Yushu's love token, Nangong Yushu said thank you in an incredible mood, very abruptly.

Nangong Yushu didn't ask her why she was reluctant to agree to the marriage, nor did she blame her for her indifference to him all along. She is with him, maybe for a short time, maybe for a long time, if the dragonfly is always passing by, the moth is destined to put out the fire, so why bother asking, time, distance, or cause and effect.

- Ying'er, that cool woman, maybe it's my butterfly dream.

It is.

The two get along very simply, even if they are not used to communicating in words, but they smile and understand, and their affection grows silently.

It was love, and they believed in each other.

At this time, Ying'er's smile was the same as in the past, the joy between her eyebrows and eyes, and even the sad look when she first saw her, also converged and disappeared, like a flower meeting a butterfly.

- I thought he would ask me why, why I went from rejection at the beginning to acceptance now. However, he was so happy that I thought even if he asked, I wouldn't say, maybe, if I could be by his side, it would be good.

Of course he won't know.

A few days ago, Ying'er began to fall in love with him day and night. She likes to listen to him describe the stories of the world to me every day, what kind of beauty should the world outside the high walls and deep courtyards be? Listening to him talk, Ying'er quietly snooped and did not let him see her depression.

In fact, Ying'er had already acquiesced to Nangong Yushu's constant guard every day, so she was even more afraid that one day she would face it sincerely, facing his warm face and facing his gloomy eyes. At that time, he was allowed to talk to himself alone, and he was ruthlessly thrown into this world alone, and he grew old with that time.

Once Dr. Mei in the house saw through Ying'er's thoughts, and looked worried, Ying'er admitted that she was troubled and sinking, and she didn't need to hide anything from this big sister who had been taking care of her sick body for many years.

"Is there any cure for the heart?" Ying'er asked Mei Chao Crazy Doctor Mei.

"If you can put down this marriage contract with an iron heart and never see him again for the rest of your life, the matter will be solved. Dr. May replied with a smile.

Ying'er hesitated, then shook her head, frightened.

- I can't say no to him!

Mei Chao continued to sigh and said: "The happiest thing in my life is the time with my senior brother Xue Que, but after all, the fate is shallow, and when I leave the man I love deeply, I understand that life is death!"

At that moment, Ying'er seemed to hear the sound of the moon crying, the petals stopped breathing, everything was just an illusion, but the figure of the blind boy was suddenly clear.

Life is death......

-- Life and death are goodbye!

Ying'er finally realized that she finally came to Nangong Yushu's side, but Ying'er knew that it was impossible to stay with him in this life. Because Dr. Mei told her that she was terminally ill and that she only had three years to live.

-- It's only been three years, but it's a gift from God, and I'm willing.