Chapter 512 Wrong, Wrong, Wrong

Even now, as long as Liu Rong closes her eyes, she can still imagine Du Qingluan's appearance - beautiful eyebrows, white and shiny skin, and her flying lips, perfect and beautiful facial features. Beauty is like the first red rose that suddenly blooms in spring. It is thorny, fresh, beautiful, slightly stubborn, with a faint sharp edge, and even more than a man's straightness.

Maybe it was Du Qingluan's unusual woman's temperament that attracted Duan Zheng? Therefore, Liu Rong fantasizes every day that she can become another Du Qingluan, even if she can get half of Duan Zheng's heart.

However, Liu Rong has a completely different style from Du Qingluan - she is gentle and immature. Even with the timidity that belongs to the girl.

When Liu Rong envied Du Qingluan every day, she ignored herself, so, a long time later, when someone told her that she was simple and beautiful, with a deer-like jumping posture and a little trick that others could not understand. Liu Rong smiled bitterly.

Since she met Duan Zheng, there has been only her in her eyes. All day long, at that time, she always fantasized that she could get the person she loved most.

However, time has passed and time has passed. No one can maintain their original appearance, just as no one can guarantee that they will never change.

Or, you haven't changed, but the years are changing and others are changing, but you are gradually becoming inappropriate.

When Liu Rong understood this, she smiled bitterly.

In fact, she was still the simple little girl at the beginning. Just because she persistently loved a man, she rewrote the end of her life and the end of the people around her.

A cold wind blew, and the snowflakes on the end of the house tree fell to the ground. It seems that someone is sighing and sighing at the interlacing fate of these people. It seems that someone is sighing that time and space are wrong and good people are wrong, so everything is wrong.

Liu Rong stood outside the window, and the words in the room were still continuing. It seemed that no one found that there was a eavesdropper outside the window. It seemed that no one found that Liu Rong outside the house actually took advantage of this short time to recall his half of his life.

It's all wrong... It turned out that I thought it was my own fault, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was everyone's fault.

In the room, there was a deep and shallow coughing sound from Du Qingluan. Duan Zheng's words stopped. He seemed to look at Du Qingluan, looked at Du Qingluan with almost imaginable gentle eyes, and whispered, "Alas... Why are you still coughing? Fortunately, winter is coming to an end.

Ha ha, winter is coming to an end. Is spring still far away?

But where is the spring that belongs to her Liu Rong?

At the thought of this, Liu Rong suddenly walked towards the way. When she thought of heaven and hell, she couldn't even say anything about Duan Yulan.

Or, nothing is right. After all, for Duan Zheng, the most important thing now is Duan Qingming, and the most important thing is the woman around him. And everything else, even heaven and earth, is nothing.

Liu Rong turned around and walked in the long corridor, roaring through the wind of the years. It seemed that someone was whispering something behind her.

Liu Rong closed her eyes slightly, and for a moment, her mood was very complicated. Suddenly, a pair of red embroidered shoes appeared in front of him, standing there like a light flower branch suddenly reaching out at the end of the wall. Seeing Liu Rong coming towards him, the pair of shoes just paused slightly and stopped. It seems that there is no intention to give way at all.

That pair of shoes are the shoes worn by ordinary boudoir women. They are slightly larger than ordinary women's feet. They are embroidered with a few scattered peach blossoms, which are not outstanding, but they are definitely not tacky.

Liu Rong looked at the pair of shoes and inexplicably felt a little familiar. However, for a while, I couldn't remember. She lowered her head and was waiting for the other party to make way, but the other party kept giving way, which made Liu Rong inexplicably annoyed. She raised her head and just wanted to scold the other party. Suddenly, a very faint but never strange voice came from above her head: "Isn't this Aunt Liu? Have you come to see Master Duan? Why don't you go in?"

Liu Rong raised her head. Because it was a side face, Liu Rong first saw a woman who only saw a blue skirt and a light cotton-padded coat. Long and tagging, there is no pattern. Only the red silk thread of the cuffs is embroidered with a few half-opened oleander peaches, milky white silk around the waist, a small sachet hanging and a blue jade chain. Looking at her hair style, she was also combed refreshingly and concisely. She just combed a bun, and the hairline on her forehead seemed to be obliquely separated, and two bead hairpins were inserted, which looked solemn but concise, mature and not tacky.

The moment Liu Rong looked up, the woman happened to turn her head - it was a woman who was not young, with a melon face, long eyebrows, beautiful eyes, and slightly raised eyebrows. Her expression was extremely similar to that of Du Qingluan when she was young. At this time, her burning eyes looked at Liu Rong coldly. Between her eyebrows, there was still ridiculed. A scornful and indifferent smile. The elephant is laughing through the clouds in time and space, and it has been a hundred years in an instant.

Liu Rong is so familiar and strange about that woman. The name is on the tip of her tongue. At the edge of her mouth, Liu Rong blurted out: "Chuntao? How could it be you?"

Chuntao looked at Liu Rong and smiled faintly and sneered. Then, she said faintly and word by word, "Why can't it be me?"

is a spring peach, which is a spring peach.

is the woman who witnessed her final truth.

Liu Rong looked at Chuntao in a daze, and for a moment, the long line of memories pulled her back to her young years.

The story about Chuntao has nothing to do with conspiracy or love, but it is about the truth.

That year, Liu Rong's brother was injured on the battlefield. After being rescued, Liu Rong waited on his bed. It's not that Liu Rong doesn't respect her biological brother, but Liu Fu's nature, which is not only straightforward but also loyal. Even if he was going to die, he still wondered whether Duan Zheng was out of danger.

Liu Rong helped Liu Fu again and again to ask about Duan Zheng's safety. But in the end, when Liu Fu's injury was almost healed, she told her brother what was on her mind, saying that she liked Duan Zheng and wanted to marry him.

However, Liu Fu scolded Liu Rong angrily. The general idea of that sentence is that Duan Zheng has Du Qingluan, and he can't see strange thoughts. Du Qingluan, a direct young lady, not only has a deep heart, but also her identity can be compared with an orphan girl from a poor family?

Liu's words completely annoyed Liu Rong. She turned her backhand and knocked over the medicine bowl on the table. Then, he cried at Liu Fu.

Liu Rong said a lot of excessive words, probably saying that Du Qingluan is arrogant and domineering. What's good? Moreover, let's say that Liu Fu is not his brother. If not, how can he not help his sister but only outsiders?

The quarrel between the two brothers and sisters was very fierce. At that time, Liu Rong, because of the fire attack, didn't dare to say all the words at this time: "I knew that I'm not your sister. It must be an orphan girl from somewhere. Therefore, you don't love me, don't love me, and also specially help outsiders to bully. I... I don't want your brother. Just die."

On that day, Liu Rong cried and scolded. Her voice was so loud that she didn't see Chuntao coming. Chuntao is here to deliver medicine. She put the medicine on Liu Fu's table, took a light look at Liu Rong, and then left.

It didn't take long for Liu Fu to really die. On that day, Chuntao looked at Liu Rong coldly and asked her in a cold voice, "Now, are you satisfied that your brother is dead?"

Liu Rong originally wanted to show sadness, but Chuntao's expression angered her. So, she shouted desperately, "If you die, you will die. If you are satisfied, you will be satisfied. It's not your brother who died. What does it matter to you?"

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Thinking of this, Liu Rong suddenly sighed slightly - once, Du Qingluan, the bold woman, was very good to herself, and Duan Zheng was also very good to herself. However, this girl of her age always looks at her with sharp, alert and cold eyes, as if she is looking at an enemy.