283 is the best in the world

I vaguely remember that in those difficult days, he looked at her and occasionally lost his mind, and sometimes he seemed to hesitate to speak. He wanted to tell her, but he didn't know how to talk about it. He was more afraid that she would be sad, didn't he? Because he knows her so well and knows that he is important to her. Once he is gone... But have you ever thought that if you tell me that I will bear it with you, we can go to see a doctor. Isn't there a famous doctor in the world who can cure the royal bee venom? Are you afraid of spending money? You gave me all the hard-earned money. Are you worried that I will have nothing to do once I go? You just think about me, and you don't even want your life...

There was a soft sob in the room.

Suddenly remembered the blood stains on the sheet, and she thought it was stained by his broken hand. Suddenly remembered that winter night, she woke up from a nightmare and saw him coming from the door. When he saw himself, he seemed stunned, but did not say a word, but gently hugged her and said, "Sleep." She found that he was thin, and she remembered that there seemed to be countless nights, and he left quietly and returned quietly. And she felt guilty about Shuihui and thought that he was blaming herself... They slept in the same bed. How could she ignore him so much? How can she only focus on her own mind and think about others? Because of busy, because of tired, because of her self-contradiction?

The nails are deeply trapped in the palm of the hand.

And he really knew her. He made full use of the contradictions and gave her a fatal blow, but how could she firmly remember the bad words of that day and just ignore the surprise in his eyes at the moment he saw him? Why did she just ignore the so-called embarrassing things that made him not mention it sooner or later but had to mention it at that moment? Over the years, every time I recall, it is always the harm he gave her, and the warmth of the past has been covered up. Occasionally, she will find some indescribable strange things, but they are quickly washed away by the overwhelming rain. She only remembers tears and pain, but forgets that he brought her a little happiness whether she was rich or poor, the flowers blooming all year round on the dress, the "other hole sky" decorated with the humble room, and the steamed buns for the cold night, every copper plate given to her for fear that she would have no basis after she left... She deliberately returned. Avoiding it, she never thought of his injury. She actually pointed to Yuer and told him that it was her and Yuwen Zichen's child... Once she was also eager to meet again, but in order to be able to give him thousands of times more pain than the pain he gave her at the beginning. Now she has finally done it! Didn't you say that I was involved with him? OK, then let's implict it...

She suddenly smiled and burst into tears.

Gu Haoxuan, I should hate you. How many times and how many years have you lied to me? Do you really think this is for me? Do you really think I will appreciate you? What are you noble about? What is selflessness? I hate you, I hate you!!!

A fierce punch hit the table.

She seemed to hear a long sigh, as if it came from the window, and when she looked past, it was just a deep night.

Opening the window, a cold wind wrapped a few cold things on his face.

In the dark, there are stars flying slightly brightly, and a star floats far away and falls on the purple bead hairpin in his hand, like a perched butterfly.

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Another spring comes, with willow catkins flying, peach blossoms, and full of vitality.

Everything seemed to penetrate into the depths of her heart with the melting of the last snow. She stood in the courtyard and watched the paper kites compete in the sky.

"Mom, Aunt Bitong has burnt the kite, and I'm going out to fly a kite..."

The rain in green trousers ran out of the house holding a huge butterfly kite.

She smiled and straightened Yuer's hair: "Okay, let Aunt Bitong lead her, so that she won't go out and quarrel with others again. It just rained last night, and the road was slippery. Don't run too fast when playing. Be careful of falling. Bitong..."

turned to the happy man: "Take Yuer with you. Don't quarrel with others because of her words from other children. How can you be so embarrassed to be such an adult? Yuer's nature is all about you now..."

"Okay, her problems are all my indulgence, and yours are all taught her. Go, Yuer, your mother is getting more and more talky..."

"Yes, Yuer's problems are all yours, and your problems are all caused by Mr. Jiang. Now you are becoming more and more ridiculous, and you dare to even support my words. Yuer, go and call Uncle Jiang for me and see how I can scold him!" But he leaned over and whispered in Yu'er's ear.

Yu'er immediately laughed and rushed out of the door.

In a while, Jiang Xiaolou appeared at the door, looked at Bitong standing inside and dared not enter the door.

Yuer ran in and took Bitong's hand: "Flying a kite, fly a kite... Uncle Jiang heard that we had to follow us to fly a kite, saying that if the kite hangs on the tree, only he will climb the tree..."

Bitong smiled and was pulled out of the door by Yuer.

These two people quarreled again because of the marriage, Bitong, a dead-hearted girl! Alas, it's dragging her down now.

Shaking his head and sighing, looking at the southern sky, waiting for the red butterfly to fly up.

The sound of knocking on the door came... three slow and three fast.

For her safety, this is the code set by Yuwen Zichen.

He... hasn't seen him since the last time he enjoyed plum blossoms.

She stared at the door for a while. She didn't know what kind of mood and expression to prepare to face him, but she still moved and opened the door.

A snow-white robe seems to be wrapped in the smell of snow, and there is a faint sweet fragrance, dyeing this warm spring day to cool.

She sniffed. Why does she still smell of alcohol? He can drink, but the turbid smell of wine seems to never be contaminated with this fairy-like person, and today... However, it makes the sweet fragrance more intoxicating.

I still don't know what to say, just so quietly facing it.

There is no need to look up, but he knows that his eyes are looking deep at himself. His eyes must be full of starry night.

"Xue Yan..."

She was shocked.

He called her name for the first time, and his voice was as soft as the wind in early spring, warm and cool.

He looked up at him, facing the black eyes of the star, looking at himself so deeply and deeply, as if he had met her for the first time, as if he was going to leave her. She saw that the two little people in his eyes were motionless, as if they were deeply engraved forever.

Her panicked heart suddenly became empty, as if something extremely important was going to be pulled away from her life. She couldn't help clenching her fists to stop the inexplicable force.

"Xue Yan..."

He called again, lightly mixed with the tenderness that only she could feel.

I can't help blurring in front of my eyes.

He seemed to raise his finger to wipe her tears, but he smiled, with a warm smile and a little cold.

In the confusion, the snow-colored figure flashed slightly to the side, and then a face appeared behind him. A haggard face full of joy, worry, contradiction and infinite expectation clearly pierced into the eyes.

For a moment, the world suddenly lost, and only watched the man slowly come forward. The drunkenness blinded her eyes again, but she heard a heartache: "Yan'er..."

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In the light blue sky, a fiery red butterfly kite rose slowly and flew farther and farther in the crowd of many paper kites.

If you really love a woman, give her the best in the world, right?

I don't want to see her entangled, and I don't want her to torture each other with that person because of this entanglement and fail this good spring. After thinking for a long time, he went to find the man...

Two men drank all night...

This may be the last thing he can do for her...

Now he can finally bring her the best share. When she is happy, he is relieved, but why is he so heartbroken? For a moment, he even wanted to hold her in his arms and said to her, "You are mine, and I can do the best in the world!"

But the best thing in the world is not to match the love in her heart. The brilliance in her eyes at the moment of meeting... has never belonged to him.

After all, he was late, or missed it. In this life, her favorite is sitting in the room, peeling the cocoon with it for the past three years, and pouring endless lovesickness. And what he has for her can only be the two calls just now, which have called their names millions of times in his heart for 13 years... that's all. Some words will never be said again. If you don't want to embarrass her, just bury it in your heart as in the past years. Maybe in the afterlife...

Actually, she had him in her heart. Just now, he saw him in her eyes. He is satisfied, but why doesn't he want to leave?

She walked silently to the window, but listened to her scolding.

"I don't like drunk men!"

"I promise not to drink in the future!"

"I don't like men with beards!"

"Cut it off immediately!"

"I don't like liars!"

For a long time, there was a choked whisper: "Near again... I won't lie to you..."

Lightly, take a deep breath, and suppress the relief and loss to the bottom of my heart.

A drop of cold fell on the corners of the eyes, but the raindrops flashed down from the eaves.

Looking up at the sky, the red butterfly has already turned into a small dot, and the rest of the paper kites are also competing far away and gradually entering the clouds.

He will enter the palace later.

If Xinyue sees him, she must ask again, "Brother, when will you wait?"

Han Xing must shake his head and sigh again when he sees him: "My proud brother..."

With a faint smile on his lips, the light clouds turned into a face, a very plain face, a face that would blush as long as he saw him but looked at him infatuation when he turned around.

He waited for her for 13 years, and the man also waited for him for 13 years, waiting for him so humbly.

Yes, he is proud, but is his pride any different from her humbleness?

Reach into the sleeve and take out the jade flute.

The jade flute shines brightly in the sun.

Gently stroked the flute, pointed to the Ruyi knot, hesitated for a moment, and still solved it and took it in his arms.

Gently put the jade flute on the edge of the window, looked at the sky and the clouds, and slowly left.

The wind blew, and the jade flute slowly rolled to the edge, shook, and finally fell down and made a soft sound...

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PS: Tomorrow's end... In fact, everyone has guessed the ending...