Chapter 130 Reject

The country is beautiful, the city is beautiful, the world is beautiful, and the world is independent.

This is Ye Qingyan's only thought when he walked into the purple bamboo attic and saw the woman in yellow under the long purple bamboo forest.

There are countless beauties in the world, but in Ye Qingyan's eyes, few can really be called a beauty.

If a woman has a good appearance, she is a beauty. It's too superficial to say so.

Beauty needs not only appearance, but also temperament and connotation.

If a woman has no connotation and is empty, it is just a beautiful vase. It can't stand the polishing of time, easy to break, and finally becomes a pile of rotten porcelain pieces.

Elegant and noble temperament, charming face, crystal clear heart... is the perfect interpretation of a beautiful woman.

Of course, the so-called beautiful women are not all outstanding. The world is big and strange. If an ordinary woman has the temperament of letting others ignore her face, then she is also a real beauty.

In fact, in Ye Qingyan's eyes, temperament is far more important than appearance, and temperament can cover up many things, including appearance.

There is no doubt that the morning light under the purple bamboo in front of her is the real beauty, temperament and face.

In fact, Chenxi's appearance is not extremely excellent. Compared with those women with beautiful appearance, she is not a little worse, but her elegant, noble, gentle and virtuous temperament hides this less obvious defect.

Ye Qingyan lost his mother. What he longed for most in his heart was the gentleness of maternal love, and the gentle dawn seemed to be the only support for Ye Qingyan to fill his inner emptiness.

Ye Qingyan chose to worship Chenxi as his teacher. On the one hand, Chenxi's gentle and elegant temperament touched the tight string in his heart.

"Master!"

Standing in front of Chenxi, Ye Qingyan whispered that although the master was in a hurry at that time, there was no doubt that she did take good care of herself and taught herself the Tianyang Holy Book and his Tianyang Sword without reservation. With these, Ye Qingyan will always remember her and remember her kindness.

"Well, just come back!"

Chenxi gently lifted her head, and the jade hand gently lifted a wisp of hair around her ear, which was very feminine. A light yellow dress added a little elegant temperament to her.

"Your senior sister has been worried about you for the past six months!"

Chenxi's beautiful eyes turned and smiled softly. She knew Ye Qingyan's true identity and naturally hoped that Su Muyue could come together with Ye Qingyan. However, although Ye Qingyan's IQ was extremely high, his emotional intelligence was so low that she was speechless. Su Muyue was such a beautiful woman. Many people saw his feelings clearly, but he seemed to be unaware of it. , still go his own ways and ignore Su Muyue's feelings.

"Xiaoyao is very good, thank you for your concern!"

Ye Qingyan turned around and stared at Su Muyue's beautiful eyes and said softly, but his heart was smiling bitterly. He was not a fool. How could he not see Su Muyue's feelings for him, but - he already had Murong Qingcheng.

Murong Qingcheng was deeply in love with him and was even willing to give his life for him. Ye Qingyan was moved. He once secretly vowed that he would not let Qingcheng cry in this life and make her happy and worry-free life.

Ye Qingyan knew that Murong Qingcheng would not be angry even if other women appeared around him in the future, but she would be sad.

Ye Qingyan didn't want to see Murong Qingcheng sad, so in the face of Su Muyue's gentleness, he had no choice but to pretend not to know.

"Brother... Xiaoyao, I'm worried about you!"

Su Muyue's beautiful eyes are a little rosy, and her original cold temperament has disappeared. At this moment, Su Muyue's eyes are full of tenderness.

"Cough--

Chenxi coughed gently and winked at Su Muyue. The meaning was obvious. At a good time, take the opportunity to confess.

Su Muyue's face was ruddy and extremely cute. When she saw Chenxi's eyes, she was even more shy, but she knew that this was not the time to be shy. If she didn't say it now, she would never have a chance to say it in the future.

A cold and indifferent woman may be the most touching moment in her life when her eyes are shy and her cheeks are red.

She took a deep breath, summoned up her courage, stared at Ye Qingyan's clear eyes, and said word by word, "Brother, I like you!"

After saying that, the worries in her heart seemed to have completely disappeared. Although she was still shy, she was no longer nervous. What seemed to have been accumulated in the bottom of her heart for a long time suddenly released, which made her feel much easier. She bravely stared at Ye Qingyan and looked forward to his answer.

"..." Ye Qingyan smiled bitterly and finally came to this point. He didn't want to hurt Murong Qingcheng, nor did he want to hurt Su Muyue, who loved him, but... what should he do?

Ye Qingyan stared at Su Muyue's beautiful eyes full of expectation and said, "I'm sorry, senior sister..."

Su Muyue's rosy face instantly became pale and bloodless. Her graceful jade body trembled gently, and her beautiful eyes were full of sadness, and she said in a trembling voice: "For - what?"

A girl falls in love with a man for the first time, and her heart is always full of tenderness. She hopes that the other party also has herself in her heart. The girl's feelings are always poetry, and the expectation and shyness in her heart are always afraid to speak. Only in the dead of night do they dare to open their feelings and slowly taste the green sweetness.

The most hurtful thing in the world is not Ye Qingyan's purple space, nor the remnant moon in the world, but feelings.

Seeing Su Muyue's sad eyes, a touch of unbearableness flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes, but if she doesn't refuse, she will only fall deeper and deeper in the future, and will only hurt more seriously. Thinking of this, Ye Qingyan gritted his teeth and said, "I have a woman I like, and - I won't break my promise to her."

Hearing Ye Qingyan's words, Su Muyue's body shook. She had already guessed that a perfect man like Ye Qingyan would definitely be a woman who would like and be an extremely excellent woman, but now that the speculation has become a reality, she will inevitably be sad.

I'm still a step late after all.

Su Muyue sighed gently.

"I'm sorry, sister, you will definitely find the happiness that belongs to you. Master, I have something else to do. I'll go back to my room first!"

Ye Qingyan nodded gently to the two daughters, and then got up and left. His figure was still unrestrained and traceless. It seemed that what Su Muyue had just said did not have any impact on him, and he was still the indifferent and free Wang Ye Qingyan.

"I'm sorry, sister, if I don't care and make you hate and sad, how can you forget?"

Ye Qingyan sighed in his heart that he was not a ruthless person. He remembered Su Muyue's kindness to him, but these did not make him forget his promise to Murong Qingcheng.

Some promises should always be engraved in the bottom of my heart.

"Muyue, don't be sad!" Chenxi Nana walked to Su Muyue and comforted softly, "Xiaoyao doesn't like you, but you are unlucky. There is another woman walking in front of you!"

Chen Xi looked on coldly, but he knew very well that there would be no one who would like a very magnificent woman like Su Muyue? Maybe Ye Qingyan also liked it. It was just a promise, a vow that fettered his heart.

"Really?"

Su Muyue's tearful eyes are hazy, and the posture of pear blossoms with rain is very charming.

"Hmm!" Chenxi nodded and said, "Didn't you find that Xiaoyao never said he didn't like you from beginning to end!"

Su Muyue stretched out her jade hand, covered her red lips, and choked softly, "So what? He has a woman he likes. Can I still grab it?"

"You're wrong!" Chenxi gently combed Su Muyue's messy hair and said softly, "You don't need to grab it, and you can't grab it, because if you can grab it easily, such a man is not worthy of your love. Besides, Xiaoyao is not the kind of person who will easily empathize. The only thing you need to do is to leave your traces in his heart and let him It can't be erased!"

Su Muyue took out the snow-white handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. This was the handkerchief that was Ye Qingyan's blood and stained Ye Qingyan's blood, but he did not throw it away and has been kept it until now, as a treasure.

Su Muyue wondered, "What does Master mean?"

"Let him fall in love with you!" The morning light cuts the railway firmly.