037 for husband and wife

When Nangong Yi came back, he habitually went to the room to find Murong Xueyan. The mattress was already cool, and her breath and traces were still there, but her people disappeared.

"Uncle Ming, where did Cher go?" He asked the housekeeper Nangong Ming.

"The princess took a few maids and a servant to move away. She didn't say where she had gone.

"Didn't say?" Nangong Yi's heart suddenly became empty, as if he had lost the most important part.

How can she go? If there is no her in this royal palace, how can he deal with himself in the empty room alone?

Thinking of her voice and smile, her laughter, and her painful appearance when she lost her child... His self-reproach and regret once surged to his heart, so that he could not breathe.

He knew that he had done something wrong, and that this time, he hurt her too deeply. Unfortunately, when he understood, she left.

He was not even given a chance to say goodbye. Without his knowledge, she left quietly.

He didn't even have lunch, so he went to her Muya Winery to inquire about the news in person.

"The owner hasn't been here for a while." This is the answer he got, which is equivalent to saying that he doesn't know.

There was no news about Muya Winery. Nangong Yi simply put down his shelf and went to Mingcuifang, where Murong Xueyan held shares.

Mingcuifang's business is done at night. At noon, Yan Wushuang usually falls asleep directly after eating, and there are no guests. It was Nan Gongyi who closed the door.

Nangong Yi was waiting in the hall, and even he didn't understand why he was such a song. If he had left early according to his previous nature, he would have been able to sell the face of a green house prey and wait for her this time.

It took nearly an hour for Nangong Yi to see Yan Wushuang. He remembered that in the past, Murong Xueyan always called her "Unparalleled Sister", and he thought that the relationship between the two should be quite close.

"Who are you?" Yan Wushuang yawned sleepily, used to cover half of his face with a fan, and asked lazily, "If you come to find a girl, you can tell you that there is no business here during the day."

"Bun... I'm here to ask Boss Yan about a person's message." Nangong Yi said peacefully.

"Inspiing for information?" Yan Wushuang smiled imperceptiblely, "You have found the wrong person. There are only girls here, and there is no inquiring."

"I want to ask, Boss Yan, do you know the whereabouts of a person? Her name is Mu Zhiqing and Murong Xueyan." Nangong Yi said.

"Looking for a sunny girl? Who are you? Yan Wushuang looked at the extraordinary man in front of him with quite playful taste.

The woman did not answer the question, but asked questions. Nangong Yi was about to have a seizure. Instead, she thought about the purpose of her trip and tried to soften her tone: "Boss Yan, I just want to ask if she has come to you recently. Has she ever said where she is now?"

"Sister Zhiqing hasn't been here for a long time." Yan Wushuang looked at Nangong Yi again. Seeing that he was anxious, he was obviously very nervous about Mu Zhiqing's where to go. He smiled and said, "Are you her husband?"

"Yes." Nangong Yi admitted it calmly.

"It's quite right with Zhiqing's sister." Yan Wushuang said judgmentally, "What happened between you? Did she run away from home?"

"I... because of me, she accidentally... miscarried." Nangongyi, who has always been lonely and conceited, will also calm down and talk to the brothel woman he despises the most, "She will leave because of negative anger."

"It's not negative." Yan Wushuang looked at Nangong Yi with solemn eyes and said, "I have been with Zhiqing for a long time, and I know her. Generally speaking, she doesn't give up as much as the Yellow River. This time, you probably hurt her too much.

"It hurts her too much..." Nangong Yi thought about it in a stunned way, as if he didn't understand the meaning of these four words.

"She just had a miscarriage, and where did she get the energy to take care of the business? Naturally, she found a secluded place to recuperate. And the place she is looking for is something you can never think of.

"She..."

Are you really going to leave him? The pain in his heart was even worse. He finally understood that she was the person he was destined to be. I still remember that when she was in Jiaye Temple, she read a few Buddhist verses: Worry is born from love, and fear is born from sorrow. If you are away from your lover, you will be carefree and fearless.

He understood that he had always been not strong enough to sway between her and Yun'er, which made her so worried about gains and losses.

"When she was by your side, you didn't treat her well. Now that she has left, what's the use of thinking about her again?" Yan Wushuang smiled mockingly, "The men in the sky are all the same!" This is called 'the world is as black as a crow'!"

Nangong Yi was robbed by her, but she did not refute it. What she said really made sense. When Murong Xueyan was by his side, he was not good enough and not real enough, so she left without nostalgia. There is not even a single word left.

It seems that the song from somewhere resonates with Nangong Yi's heart, which is sour and unspeakable--

When you go back to the place where you met, you know that I don't know.

I think that if I love deeply, I won't be afraid of sadness, and my preference makes my heart become snow.

I walked alone on the lonely long street, and the memories were repeated.

I told myself to face it bravely, even if my heart is broken, it will be perfect.

Thinking of the picture of me holding hands with you, tears turned into rain all over the sky.

If I can meet you again, let the love remain the same and the dream come true.

......

Think, think, think...

Thinking that they used to hold the wine jar and talk to each other about their thoughts;

I remember that when she was in the disaster area, she made a smart plan to help him save the disaster;

I think of her silver bell-like laughter when the two of them went out to play together;

Thinking of her cooking for him and making a delicious meal;

......

Those pictures are still so warm and bright, as vivid as they have just happened, but Murong Xueyan, who brought him all these memories, is no longer.

"This is the song taught by Zhiqing's sister to Ru Meng." Yan Wushuang saw that Nangong Yi listened attentively and explained.

It's the song she taught others - is this fate? Pour this song into his ears through other people's voices?

...We think about every misunderstanding in different time and space.

I really want to snuggle up to you again, but you are thousands of miles away.

......

The lyrics understand that "thousands of miles" are sung. Sadly, he doesn't know whether Murong Xueyan is thousands of miles away from him or close to him in real life.

Nangong Yimu got up and left Mingcuifang.

Sometimes, love is just a distance to turn around. And she may not want to look back again.

2

The cold royal palace became extremely empty. After dinner, Nangong Yi wandered around the royal palace alone, like a wisp of aimless ghost.

Every corner, every scenery, even every flower, a leaf, a drop of water, all the time, is full of her breath. Many times, Nangong Yi could see her coming with a smile in a trance, and a pair of watery eyes were shining.

He knew that sometimes he was not there during the day, and she would stay alone in the study. Her paintings were good. There was a bunch of paper wrapped in the study, which were full of her paintings. In the past, he rarely appreciated her paintings, but today, he prayed to God that she would not take those paintings away when she left.

Walking to the study, he followed his memory and found where the thing was. Fortunately, Murong Xueyan probably left in a hurry and did not take the painting away, which gave him a little thought.

Nangong Yi unfolded the paper wrapped outside, and a well-preserved picture inside appeared in front of him.

Some of her paintings are the scenery of the backyard of the royal palace, some of which are the clothes style of her inspirational design, and most of them are paintings of him.

He never knew that he was so vivid under her brush. Sometimes, I frown and seem to be thinking about what's on my mind; sometimes I smile when I read the military book; sometimes, I am kind and kind like a big boy; sometimes, my face is calm and cold...

Her heart thought that he was so important, but he didn't know until she left.

Yan Wushuang said that the crows in the world are as black. He once thought that he was deeply in love, unlike other men. Unexpectedly, in the end, he was no different from them.

He looked at each painting over and over again, as if he were watching Murong Xueyan return to his side.

He was grateful that she didn't take these things with him, at least to bring him some thoughts connected to the past.

In a painting of two people rowing relative to each other, he saw her verse on the right-

As a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love.

On that day, he let himself have a "holiday" and stayed with her all day. Come to think of it, the happiest thing for them in the past few years was that day.

He is too stupid. If he can let go, he can take her out of here and travel around the world for a few months. Well, what happened these days may have been avoided...

It's a pity that there are not so many things in the world.