Collected in Pane, Tuan Tuan's big bag, almost unable to wrap -

Zhong Lipo threw the colorful clothes that Xiaogua could no longer wear on the table. The little melon wants to speak.

Aggrieved. Look at his tense face, he doesn't dare to cry.

Zhong Lipo picked up the knife again and cut a few strands of raw meat, his fingers paused, and he simply pushed a whole piece of raw meat in front of the melon and let it gnaw it. Then he sighed.

Like all white-haired people who are sad and long, the kind of sigh that sighs before speaking.

Mai felt like he was about to reveal something. So I couldn't help lowering my honey chicken wings and preparing to listen quietly. I hope to find this man's weakness and use it to save Shen Yuanying.

Xiaogua vented his resentment on the raw meat in the porcelain plate, and kept biting and pulling with his sharp beak to make the bottom of the plate rub against the tabletop, and the dancer glanced at it.

Zhongli said, "You give me a little quiet." ”

The sound of tuk and tuk is still loud.

"Didn't you hear you quiet?!" Zhongli slammed the table, so scared that Xiaogua didn't dare to eat for a long time.

Zhong Li Pocai said in a low voice: "Have you seen this knife?" Twisting his wrist slightly, the small dagger that cut raw flesh reflected the sky light with a snow blade in his hand, and did not raise his head, and continued in a lower voice: "This is the knife when Fang Fang committed suicide." Xiaogua looked at Zhong Li in shock.

Zhongli said: "I always carry it with me. Every time I see it, I think of when Fang Fang died...... The eyes that stared at me when I died. As if to say to me, "Why didn't you save me?" but I don't blame you......" The more he spoke, the lower he spoke, and he almost choked up at the end.

The dance clothes instantly wet her eyes with tears. She finally understood why Zhong Lipo would say "digging people's wounds".

Zhong Lipo lowered his eyelids and continued, "...... I was able to do it, but I didn't save her...... Now I still dream of her every night, and she still says to me that she doesn't blame me at all, but I ...... The more she said that, the more I felt sorry for her...... Have you ever tried to fantasize about something you can't get but dream of?"

Slowly raised his moist eyes and saw the dance clothes burst into tears.

He lowered his head and carefully wiped the knife. "I often fantasize about weddings with Fangfang. ”

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Zhongli closed his eyes. sighed: "It's a celebration." Red silk was hung everywhere, and the word "joy" was pasted, and joy was blowing. On the auspicious day, I woke up early in the morning, changed into a dress, and had red flowers around my chest. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was even more handsome and dashing than usual. I think Fangfang will be happy to see me like this, and she will not regret marrying me. That's the only way I'm worthy of her, she's so beautiful......

After that, I rode a white horse to marry Fangfang. The bride looked around the sedan chair with a mirror, the children followed the fun, set off firecrackers, looked at the bride, and also threw a cannon in the sedan chair 'search sedan chair', Fangfang changed into new shoes, carried on the sedan chair by the bride, and then went around the city for a week. I want all to share my joy and envy my happiness, and I ride on my horse and look down on people who will never find me such a good lady, and then sympathize with them,"

"When I arrived at the door of the house, there was another burst of firecrackers—this is my home with Fangfang, a home I gave Fangfang—the neighbors all came to drink our wine, but Fangfang had to be stuffy in the sedan chair for a while, which was to let her restrain her temper in the future and listen to her husband's words—in fact, her temper was already very good, and she especially listened to me—got off the sedan chair, took the saddle, and straddled the brazier...... We hold the joyful silk of the concentric knot,"

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