Chapter 210 Osmanthus Fragrance

Jiuming has a good memory. Although she entered the palace for the first time, she could still find the direction to leave as quickly as possible. When she stepped out of the palace door, she turned around and looked back at the palace in the afterglow of the sunset. No matter how brilliant it was, it will one day turn into ashes. Maybe it's not even as good as ashes, but it's just a combination of letters.

Walking slowly, Jiuming was in a good mood. To be precise, she had never been in a bad mood. No one knows that Jiuming will not be sad. To be precise, she lacks the feeling of sadness, but she has a precise memory that ordinary people can't compare. As long as she has seen something or picture, she will never forget it. Therefore, she can tell you exactly what she ate and did three years ago today.

But such a girl is extremely eager for sadness, but this is indeed a luxury for her.

Why aren't you sad? Obviously, it should be sad. Jiu Ming looked up at the sky, but his heart was still happy. Why are all feelings beautiful? Why are there disabilities when you were born in the world?

I can't cry and never shed tears. After working hard for a long time, Jiu Ming decided to give up and slowly left with a minor tune.

What is the persistence of a lifetime? What is it that you are struggling to pursue for a lifetime?

Shortly after Jiuming left, a carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the palace and jumped off an extremely feminine and handsome teenager, followed by a woman in a black robe. Her face was not particularly beautiful, but her sharp eyes were impressive.

Ling Yue looked up at the palace in the afterglow of the sunset and sighed gently: "Although I knew that sighing was not good, I couldn't help sighing and finally came back."

Liu Ye looked back at the road and said for no reason, "Why don't we go wandering around the world?"

Ling Yue turned her head and smiled, "Wandering around the world? That won't work. Your sister can't do martial arts.

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." Liu Ye said seriously.

Ling Yue shook her head and said, "I can't learn it, so it won't take that effort."

Liu Ye sighed and hated the appearance of iron and steel: "It's really rotten wood that can't be carved."

"The wings are hard, how dare you say that your sister is a rotten wood?" Ling Yue pretended to be angry.

After entering the palace, the two did not return to the uterus, but went directly to the supervision institute. Wu Yong was not very surprised by the sudden appearance of Ling Yue, but Lenglian, which seemed to be shocked.

Ling Yue looked at her cold face and said blankly, "Are you the doctor of Lotus Hospital?"

Leng Lian nodded and replied, "Exactly." Then, Lenglian's eyes looked at Liu Ye, from which Ling Yue clearly saw a feeling called pity.

Pity? Ling Yue lowered her eyes and then asked faintly, "Wu Yong, I won't ask you anything. Let's put it here."

Wu held the teacup and smiled: "There is no one in the file room."

Ling Yue was curious, "How do you know I'm going to the file room?"

"Ha ha, the dean goes to the file room every time he comes." Wu Yong said.

"You know me, so I won't disturb your father and daughter."

In fact, Ling Yue has nothing to look at, and the reason why she chose to go to the supervision institute first after entering the palace is entirely because she needed a time buffer, or she didn't want to go directly to the uterus. She wanted to talk about something casually with Wu, but Since Leng Lian is also there, she can only give up her thoughts. On the contrary, Liu Ye pulled out a file and read it very seriously.

"Is there anything wrong with this file? Do you take it so seriously? Ling Yue was curious about the seriousness of Liu Ye.

Liu Ye shook his head and said, "There's nothing wrong. It's just boring to look around. You should have come here to think about something."

"Yes, I know very well." Ling Yue said, "I must think about what will happen next. Lenglian's appearance is actually very troublesome."

"What's wrong?" Liu Ye asked.

"I can't explain it clearly. Maybe I should talk to her." Ling Yue said, "But I always feel that she is hostile to me."

Liu Ye said, "That's a sure thing. She always thought you didn't let me go. Not only that, but she also knew that you were not Murong Lingyue."

"Well, I guess there are many people who know that I'm not Murong Lingyue." Ling Yue waved her hand and said, "This is not the point of the problem. The point is who will die next. If you really want to die, you'd better kill that bastard Jiang Mozhu."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Yue was suddenly stunned.

Is that an unconscious joke? I still hope that Jiang Mozhu will die in my heart. In other words, the person who wants to die most is Gu Li. Why, why is there such a terrible idea? Ling Yue's shoulders trembled slightly, and her eyes changed repeatedly.

"Sister, are you all right?" Liu Ye stretched out his hand and patted Ling Yue on the shoulder.

"Ryu Ye, what did I just say?" Ling Yue opened her eyes wide, stared at Liu Ye closely, and asked, "Tell me, what did I just say? Who do I want to die?"

"Jiang Mozhu." Liu Ye said softly for fear of stimulating Ling Yue.

Jiang Mozhu, really, did you really want him to die? But he is Gu Li. Isn't the family member he is most afraid of losing Gu Li? But now he actually wants Gu Li to die. Why is it like this? Why is this so? If one day, stand opposite to each other, will you not hesitate to cut off his lifeline?

Sooner or later, the day will come when we stand opposite each other. What should we do at that time?

"Ryu Ye, I... Why did I say that?" Ling Yue asked in a trembling voice, "Why, why did I say that? I obviously don't want him to die, but why did I say that?

Looking at Ling Yue, who was a little hysterical, Liu Ye held her shoulder: "Sister, it's okay, it's okay."

"Is it okay? How can it be okay? He is Gu Li. He is Gu Li. I actually hope that Gu Li will die. Ling Yue looked at Liu Ye with a miserable look, as if she were a helpless child.

I was really cruel, and Ling Yue thought so in her heart. At the beginning, Gu Li did not commit suicide at all, but was forced to die by himself. He must have been forced to die alive. Why, why did you do such a cruel thing?

The sweet taste floats out of the depths of memory, what is that taste? It seems to be very familiar, with a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

The vision gradually blurred... The memory sinks to the deepest part of the seabed...

Mother's tears, the faint fragrance of osmanthus, and some words she couldn't understand... Gu Li's body, the bright red flowers blooming on the cement floor...

I'm so tired, really tired. What on earth is it for? Are you so tired?

Looking at the world with cold eyes, one song and two springs, I can never pull out the charm of seeing the vicissitudes of the world. However, at the age of ten, I saw the blind man play the strings gently, and then tears fell down. Since then, he has been playing erhu day and night, but he has always lacked unspeakable emotions.

Don't cry...Don't cry...

When did such a gentle voice disappear?

Why is the memory always incomplete, like a broken mirror, unable to stitch together, only see the incomplete point, and never know the whole truth. Memory shouldn't be a mystery, shouldn't it? Who will find the answer from memory? Isn't this ridiculous?

Don't cry, don't cry, and such a gentle voice sounded in my ears. But since when, such a gentle voice has been replaced by a gentle sob. Why does my mother always cry at a box?

The picture jumps again, and the strength is broken... the ground is bloody.

"Don't..." Ling Yue suddenly woke up from **, and her whole body was almost half crazy.

"Sister, sister..." Liu Ye, sitting by the bed, grabbed Ling Yue's shoulder and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Then, a clean and clear face reflected into Ling Yue's eyes: "Dustless..."

"It's me, Ling Yue, what's wrong with you?" Xia Wuchen's face was full of worry, and there was a little pain between his eyebrows.

"I... had a nightmare." Ling Yue calmed down and breathed hurriedly and said, "It's okay."

"Lu Ye said not to ask a royal doctor... Ling Yue, you seem to be sick like this, or ask the royal doctor to come." Xia Wuchen said.

"No, no." Ling Yue reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "It's not that serious. It's just a nightmare."