Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 591 Belongs to Yesterday
For more than four years, I tried my best not to think about him, but did I really do it?
When trapped in the palace, when doubting everything, I wish he was right in front of her eyes, within reach of her, calling her Auntie, giving her a hug, and holding her hand tightly...

Then the fear in her heart and the confusion about the way forward wouldn't be so deep?

During those sleepless late nights, I sometimes even thought that she shouldn't have come to Nanzhou.

Mr. Ruoguo is really her imagination, everything in Ruoguo does not exist...

She should go back to Xiao's house and Xiao Yuandu's side.

Xiao Hu suspected that she would not accept her, so she knelt down and begged him to accept her.Even if you live in suspicion forever and always try to prove yourself... just compromise if you compromise, it's okay to be cautious all your life, as long as you have Xiao Yuandu.

If it doesn't work, she can still accompany Xiao Yuandu to become a bandit.

As for the subsequent enmity between father and son and brothers, and whether Xiao Yuandu would regret making such a sacrifice for her after a few years... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as Xiao Yuandu treats her consistently.

But she just can't lie to herself, her reason does not allow her to ignore the price hidden behind these beautiful things.

I still remember that when my mother learned of her plan, she couldn't persuade her, she couldn't stop crying, and sighed again and again: "I hate the good fortune, I hate Xiao Hu. Pity my son, and he is also pitiful."

You buried the mud in the spring to sell your bones, and I sent the world full of snow.If you compare your heart with your heart, why not make people feel heartbroken.

Jiang Fusang forced himself to harden his heart, pretending to be nonchalant: "No matter how pitiful he is, I can't give in, otherwise I will be the poor one."

Apart from being unable to lie to herself, she also could not forget her previous life.Even if it was an illusion, even if she was crazy.

It can only be lived day by day, and each day is as long as a year.

I watched helplessly as his shadow gradually faded away from my heart.

Just when she thought she could finally let go, he appeared again.

The moment Jiang Fosang saw him, he had only one thought - to keep him.

Although there is a common person between her and Gu Baiyao, they have no common memory.

Xiao Yuandu is different, he remembers his previous life, he can prove that those were real, and they were in love.

He came for her and promised to stay for her...

For several years, Jiang Fosang has never been so happy.Suddenly, I felt the fragrance of birds and flowers around me, and everything seemed to be alive again.

But she was apprehensive.

How could she fail to see that Xiao Yuandu's stay was not voluntary, he still wanted to leave.

Jiang Fosang was really afraid that one day he would wake up and not be there.Because she refused to go with him, he left by himself.

Of course she couldn't let him go.

Now that you are here, why do you want to leave?Didn't he say that he would always be there, didn't he say that he would guard her...

In addition, I was afraid that he would act impulsively, so I arranged for people to keep an eye on his whereabouts.

So what if you notice it?Without her order, Xiao Yuandu would never have stepped out of Zhulu City.

It is wrong and selfish to do so.She knows it all.

However, a drowning person climbs grass to survive, and in front of a survivor, even a trivial hope like a weed will use all his strength to grab hold of it.

Besides, he loved her.

Just how deep is this love?How much is left after four years of grinding?Does it still seem as strong as before?

Thinking back to the peaceful quarrel the night before—

Yes, calm.

Both love and hate require strength, but they seem to have no strength even to quarrel.

In the end, just like in his dream, he left without looking back.

Jiang Fosang waited for him all night, waiting for the wind to stop and the rain to rest, the sun to rise, and the news of Liangyu's falling into the river, but he did not wait.

It was the same in the dream I had.

After the fierce quarrel, there was endless stalemate, and the room was as cold as an icehouse, and being in the same room with each other became a torment.

Their original sweet and strong feelings were also exhausted in this torment.

Both changed, became moody, became hysterical.

Looking at each other, there is no more tenderness in the eyes, only anger and resentment...

Even the occasional intimacy has become a pure vent, without a trace of emotion, and the maintenance of the relationship depends entirely on the memories of the past.

But all things in the world, no matter how beautiful they were once, will eventually turn into a cloud of dark dust.No matter how deeply engraved it is, the end result will all disappear in smoke, and all the obsessed things will eventually return to zero.

So, for two people who are unwilling to move forward, what can be saved by immersing themselves in the past?

The past is not fake, it has really existed, but memory is indeed a road of no return.

Who told her: "Don't be obsessed with a relationship, that's where fate sends you. You know, even the most fanatical and steadfast love is, in the final analysis, just a fleeting reality."

Love is like running water, perishable.

The past spring cannot be recovered, and the she who was yesterday only belongs to yesterday.

The dark side of her, today's her, that is, all of her.What she thinks and does is as if he always cared about it and couldn't accept it...

The person on the bed suddenly moved.

One leg was bent and stretched out, and the other leg did the same. From his expression, it could be seen that he was not sleeping peacefully. He raised his hand and pulled his lapel, as if he was in extreme pain, and he was slurring drunken words.

Jiang Fosang leaned closer to listen, but couldn't hear clearly.

Touched his forehead, continued to wipe him, and returned to the present moment.

Knowing that he is staying here, it is also clear that he went to Yancang Mountain during the day.Wandering around for a long time, never approached.

What was going on in his mind during that time of wandering?Is it the unrecognizable Nai, or the simple and kind Ah Chou...

When it touched the side of the forehead, it suddenly stopped.

The Gejin was switched to the other hand, and the fingertips gently rubbed against the corners of his eyes, it was water.

Jiang Fosang was stunned.

"Did I... actually cause you such pain?"

Because of her decision, Grandma will be worried about her for the rest of her life.

Because of her carelessness, Liang Nai was anxious and troubled until she died.

Because of her mistake, Gu Baiyao was trapped in Nanke Xiaoyuan for three years.

Even Xiao Yuandu...

Jiang Fosang always takes Ivan as a warning, not allowing himself to regret, not allowing himself to look back.

But what if her choice brings all the pain to those around her?

Everyone should have their own life, if others can't force her, should she force others?

No one has to accompany her on this road...

Yin Hong's eyelids moved, and his sleeping eyes slowly opened to meet her gaze.

Jiang Fosang thought he was awake, but then noticed that his eyes were drunk and not clear.

Xiao Yuandu looked straight at her, and it took a long time to raise the corners of his mouth: "Ah, sister..."

Jiang Fosang's heart softened, and a smile appeared.

He chuckled and closed his eyes again.

"No, Auntie. Auntie...no more, no more..."

The unformed smile dissipated like this.

The hand holding the Gejin was tightened, and the eyes passed over the person on the couch and looked at the bronze mirror not far away.

This bronze mirror is very clear, clearly reflecting the tiredness in her eyes and the gap in her heart.

And her eyes are another mirror, which can clearly see Xiao Yuandu's fatigue and the gap in his heart.

How can one live without regrets?There are regrets no matter what.

Raising his hand to caress his face, he whispered infinitely melancholy: "You shouldn't have come."

(End of this chapter)