Chapter 55 Sunny and Warmer

Weifoyed his hand and slowly closed the window.

"He's not dead," Wei Fuyan turned around and said, "It's your beautiful face. How can you still be alive?"

For the arrival of Xiuji, it is unexpected and reasonable. First, Xiuji is the head of the former Yuanwei who served the imperial power. Even if Jinnian ascends the throne, she needs the former Yuanwei, and there is no need to eradicate it all. Second, Xiuji is absolutely loyal to Wei Mingchen. Now that Wei Mingchen is dead, if there is anything else to tell, it can only be Xiuji. Third, there is no grudge between them, but if anyone wants to be his man It is a good way to revenge and find the other party.

Under the lights, on the side of the sickbed, Xiuji's face was pale. Her appearance is a typical Jiangnan water town woman, extremely delicate, extremely watery, and adorable. However, the usual sweet dimple looked sad this time, and the corners of her lips did not mean the usual smile.

At this moment, Wei Fuyan has no desire to fight. She is tired and doesn't want to speculate. She doesn't want to care about the overall situation. She just doesn't like to break into the last world of her and Zhou Huaiyi.

"No death, that's good..." Xiuji's voice was astringent and hoarse, probably thinking of Wei Mingchen, who was definitely dead.

"My master, the former emperor of the State of Chen, ordered me to bring these to you. He said that this was a gift for you. He wish you a long life and peace."

After saying that, Wei Fuyan noticed that Xiuji had a burden on her back and seemed to be going away from home. Wei Fuyan didn't say anything, watching her take out a black wooden box from the bag and put it safely on Zhou Huaiyi's pillow.

"Have you quit the former Yuanwei? Where are you going?"

Xiuji has tied the burden again, grabbed a sword tightly, and reluctantly smiled and said, "You forgot that I am married, I have a family, and I have a husband."

"King Tuo?" Wei Fuyan's feelings are complicated.

Xiuji smiled and said, "Take care."

People have to meet many people in their lives.

Some people grew up with you and spent a long time with you. You took his hand and thought you could go to the end. I don't know when you turned around, but you found that there were only your own footprints behind you.

Some flash in the pan, giving you a glimpse of the back. You see him, either pity, hate, or unspeakable emotions, and even only the increasingly blurred memory can prove that he has been here.

Some love you, but you don't.

Some of you love it, but it hurts you deeply.

Some come to hurt you, but you can't forget it.

Some are good to you, but you can't repay them.

They come and go, crying, kindness and resentment, entanglement, enriching your original plain life.

It's like Xiuji. At this moment, Wei Fuyan looked at her turn around and felt that she was not so hateful. Everything is just caused by fate.

Long after Xiuji left, the winter snow was fine, and the morning light gradually stained. Wei Fuyan called for someone to add hot water, then sent him away and personally twisted a hot towel to wipe Zhou Huaiyi's face and hands. His face was calm and his breathing was weak, but he didn't wake up. Wei Fuyan kissed his eyebrows and whispered, "It's almost dawn. It's time to get up." The soft and warm voice is the tone of her peaceful life that she has fantasized about countless times before.

When he tangled the quilt, his eyes fell on the box beside his pillow. Before his death, Wei Mingchen talked about the gift. It turned out that he had left a gift for her. Wei Fuyan reached out and put it on his leg and pushed away the brass buckle of the auspicious cloud pattern, but saw a thick pile of letters inside.

pulled out a letter, and the envelope was wordless, but I felt familiar.

"This town is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Because it is located on the border, it is often affected by the flames of war, so it is called Ping'an Town. I am dead, and it is inconvenient to openly command the three armies, so I looked for a small courtyard in the courtyard, and there is a faint vermilion plum in the courtyard, which is very similar to the one at home. How are you? When will you reply? When will you come?

Wei Fuyan knew whose handwriting was at first glance, but she didn't seem to react. Her eyes fell straight on the plain paper and looked back several times, and then suddenly remembered something. She stiffly loosened the hand that was holding the lower left corner of the plain paper. Sure enough, she saw the small words in the lower left corner: meaning, words.

He wrote a letter.

He wrote a letter...

Wei Fuyan hurriedly opened the others, opened them one by one, read them one by one, and every word was sad.

"Today, stationed in a deep mountain ancient temple, the soldiers lit a bonfire to roast lamb. Suddenly, they remembered that they had drunk the broth you cooked at the first meeting, which was very delicious. He doesn't know that you are my wife, but he feels that the person who will marry you in the future is really blessed. I miss you very much."

"The shopkeeper has a very clever little son, who is four years old, who will serve meals for his mother and bring tea to his father. What will our child look like in the future? Is he good in your belly? Yaner, reply to me with a letter.

"The situation in Luodu has stabilized, and I know your arrangement. I didn't think I could use that blank leave letter, but I didn't expect you to fill in the marriage certificate and say that I want to marry Miss Yu. However, if Men Qingsong's wife and children are pregnant with the posthumous son of Wang's widow, it will be a little better. I have always been relieved when you do things, but you are also very relieved to me. Are you still angry with me and still unwilling to reply to me? Yaner, reply to me with a few words.

"Today, when exploring the road, I met a young couple quarreling on the road. I didn't know why. Suddenly, it rained. The two ran to the eaves hand in hand, wiped the rain on each other's faces and heads, and then continued to quarrel. I suddenly want to see you, but you don't reply, so can I pick you up when I settle down the soldiers?

"King Jiaotu of Chenguo led the army to defend the border. The situation is so serious that it is difficult for me to get out. There is still only one letter. Take care of your mother and son. If you don't believe it, you won't believe it. I hope you are well.

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On the whole way, under Lu Zhong's plan, everyone was procrastinating as much as possible. Wei Fuyan couldn't hurry, while on the other side, all the letters sent by Zhou Huaiyi were intercepted, and the two had no news from each other. Wei Fuyan thought that he was busy with military affairs and thought that he was too relieved for a lot of things, just because she did not receive any comfort from Zhou Huaiyi on that long journey.

But he said so many words, his life, his feelings, his regrets, his worries, his blessings, some letters are flat and clean, but some are wrinkled, as if he had privately downloaded a piece of paper from somewhere. Some letters are neat and powerful, but some are written sloppy. There is a faint smell of wine.

They miss each other every day, and they have never been separated.

Wei Fuyan opened the last letter with only one sentence: "Plum blossoms have bloomed, and you still have the future." This paper is surprisingly white, and this square ink is surprisingly black, and the white paper is black. It is chic with a pen, but the transfer place is stagnant and sleepy, as if it is a thick sadness that can't be melted. And the letter was folded in half from the middle, with a bright red in the middle, which was a faint vermilion plum blossom with the fragrance of still remaining plums.

The sky was bright, and the sun protrude half an orange face from the thick clouds, surrounded by a thin layer of white halo. Soon, the halo became bigger and bigger, and the dark clouds around seemed to suddenly have color, and the slow movement seemed to be flowing brightly. The wind and clouds moved, and the exposed part of the sun became bigger and bigger, like struggling to get out of the dark clouds. Gradually, the color of the sun became brighter and brighter, and the surrounding clouds looked more vivid. The silver-covered world seemed to be covered with a layer of colorful tulle, crystal clear and exquisite.

"The plum blossoms have bloomed, the snow has stopped, and the day has come. I have come," tears quietly fell, and Wei Fuyan grabbed his hand and asked softly, "So when will you wake up and grow old with me?"

Zhou Huaiyi's hand suddenly trembled slightly. Wei Fuyan grabbed his hand, and the other hand had no time to wipe his tears, and only quickly stroked last week's Huaiyi's face. Those eyes are really beautiful. At this moment, they are slightly tired and stunned, but they can't take their eyes off her tearful face. Wei Fuyan suddenly hugged him and cried bitterly. As long as they stared at each other like this, there was no need to say a thousand words.

"I understand, I understand, and I love you too."

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