too affectionate

Chapter 900 Co-burning (1)

Wanyan said again:

"Husband, since we are leaving tonight, I don't know when I will come to Shuzhou next time..."

Wanyan muttered in a low voice, but didn't finish her sentence.

Jing Shijialan smiled lightly, and continued: "So, you want to go to Rongyuan to see?"

Wanyan didn't expect that Jing Shijialan could understand her thoughts so well, she lowered her head, but still nodded.

Rong Yuan is not an ordinary garden, but the place where Rong Jin has lived for 20 years.

Wanyan thought that Jing Shijialan would want to dispel her thoughts, but Jing Shijialan still smiled and said without thinking:
"Okay, I'll go with you after dinner."

. . .

At the gate of Rongyuan, Jing Shijialan stopped in his tracks.

"Go in, I'll wait for you here.

Don't worry, my determination will cover the entire garden, so you don't have to worry. "

No matter how close they are, Jing Shijialan always silently maintains a sense of proportion that makes Wanyan comfortable.

Wanyan's figure disappeared through the door, and Jing Shijialan took out a letter from her pocket.

The envelope was already wrinkled, obviously it had been put away for a while.

But the seal of the letter was still intact.

Jing Shijialan held the letter in his hand for a long time before finally opening the envelope.

On the letter paper, there are correct fonts, but the ink is thick and faint, and many strokes are so light that they can hardly be seen clearly.

Just looking at this word, one can imagine how weak the person who wrote it is.

Letter:

After my death, if she mentions me repeatedly, remembers me, complains for me, and even blames you for my death.

You should know that all the kindness and memories she has towards me are not because she loves me
And because she did everything for me, thanked me, and wanted to give me back her love, but she never loved me, and felt ashamed of me.

If she blames you and annoys you, you can rest assured that she never blamed you, she just blamed herself and wanted to punish herself with my death.

Don't blame her.

There are only a few words in the whole article, and there is no one's name.

A polite and delicate person, but left a somewhat scribbled letter.

It's not hard to imagine how embarrassed he must have been when he wrote the pen.

After putting away the letter, Jing Shijialan looked at Rong Yuan's door, feeling even more heavy.

His last word was still afraid of making things difficult for her.

Inside the garden, outside the secret passage, Xiao Huai lit the lamp and looked in, but he couldn't see the end at all.

"Second Miss, let me go in with you, it's too dark here."

Wanyan shook her head, and took the lamp from Xiaohuai.

"It's okay."

This is the first time for Wanyan to walk such a long, narrow, and deep corridor, and at the end, Wanyan is a little dazed.

Doubt that this road is endless.

As Wanyan walked, she scratched the wet and cold stone wall with her fingers.

She was thinking, what kind of person should be to walk this dark and narrow road, and still be dressed in spring.

Fenglin Prefecture, Huku, Fing'an, Baize Buhuogang, Kyoto, and Northwest No Man's Land.

Rong Jin followed her and traveled all over her world.

Opening the secret door, this is the first time Wanyan has come to Rong Jin's world.

There, there is only one long-lived pillar.

The rest is endless depression and isolation.

Wanyan stood for a long time before sitting down leaning on the longevity pillar, even though her hands were sore, she still held the lantern by her face.

Rong Jin regards the weak, Wanyan is afraid that he will not see clearly that she has been here.

It was the longevity pillar that had bound Rong Jin for more than ten years, Wanyan thought she would have a lot to say to him.

But Wanyan just sat silently holding the lamp.

Looking back on their past, she tried her best to treat him well, brought him to treatment obsessively, and dressed him in a wedding dress clumsily.

Wanyan knew that from the beginning to the end, she was doing it wishfully. He didn't need everything to fill his inner gratitude and guilt.

He accepted her kindness, and it also made her feel at ease.

But in fact, Wanyan never knew what she could do for Rong Jin.

It's like she still doesn't know what she should say to him until now.

She could only make up her own mind and be full of pity, sorrow and thoughts for him.

I don't know if he would like to see her like this.

Wanyan sat for a long time, until the candle in the lantern shed all her tears.

In the darkness, Wanyan finally plucked up the courage to take something out of her bosom.

Wanyan stood up, held it with both hands, and placed it in front of the longevity pillar.

That is, a bouquet of flowers.

Just like last year in Shuzhou, Wanyan did the same, she put a bouquet of flowers on the armrest of Mr. Rong's wheelchair.

Although everyone is gone, I don't know who else this flower can be with.

Although a story started with a bouquet of flowers, it can no longer end with a bouquet of flowers.

. . .

In the dark and long corridor, Wanyan ran out of lights, so she staggered along while leaning on the wall.

It's blurry and I can't see anything.

What a disappointment.

A respectful perspective.

When Wanyan walked to the end of the secret passage, it might just be because the air was too thin.

Wanyan was actually holding on to the hidden door, unable to breathe.

After a long time, Wanyan opened the door tremblingly, only to find that it was already dark.

When the person by the door heard the noise, the shadow on the ground trembled, and then immediately came to greet her, and the hand holding Wanyan trembled.

"Second Miss! You can be regarded as coming out!"

Wanyan heard that Xiao Huai's voice was not quite right, she cleared her throat, tried her best to suppress the fluctuating mood, and said:

"what happened?"

Xiao Huai supported Wanyan, and whispered in her ear:
"Second Miss, there seems to be someone coming in from outside, but I don't know who it is.

The man did not enter the room when he came, as if he had been waiting outside for a long time.

I don't think it's like my uncle, and I didn't dare to look at it...

Second Miss, do you think there are bad guys here? "

Wanyan patted Xiao Huai's arm and comforted her:

"With uncle guarding outside, how could anyone else come in.

It should be that he was tired of standing outside, so he came in and waited.

Let's go, don't make my uncle wait too long. "

Saying that, Xiao Huai has already helped Wanyan to the partition between the inside and the outside.

By the door, Wanyan stopped in her tracks.

Sure enough there was one.

Carved round window, pear blossom wooden couch by the window.

On the couch, one person's forearm was half leaning on the pillow, and his body was leaning straight.

The twilight devours all the colors, but it cannot wash away her redness.

The bamboo shadows outside the window are accompanied by carved flowers, and on her skirt, mottled and jagged shadows are also hung on her side face.

Between the light and the dark, her eyes and lips are hidden, making her upright nose, like green bamboo, towering above the clouds.

Seeing this silhouette, Wanyan subconsciously supported the door frame, her feet did not move.

It is not Jing Shajialan.

Looking down again, I saw the shadow lying on the side of the couch.

Only the beaded hairpins and hair buns with outlines are left, except for the luxury and delicacy, the makeup is charming and charming.

It doesn't look like a scattered shadow, but like an ink painting.

Such a beautiful scene fell into Wanyan's eyes, but her pupils instantly dilated.

The three words hit Wanyan's heart, it was extremely heavy.

Feng Nagi help!
　Crazy big beauties are here ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
　　Daughter run! ! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)