Fast wear strategy female with poison

Chapter 829 The Extra Story of Zhou Yun (3)
"Are you afraid that I will ruin your innocence?" Zhou Yun continued to smile, "It's okay, I can marry you."

Feng Jing smiled, and with a smile, her vision suddenly became blurred. It turned out that there was a layer of fog in her eyes, which made her unable to see the person in front of her clearly.

"Qingjing, don't cry." He raised his hand, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

She sniffed, then said with a relaxed smile, "Sorry, I got sand in my eyes."

There was no wind just now, so how could there be sand?
But he didn't ask this question, but smiled and said: "Scenery, I will grow up soon, when the time comes, how about I marry you?"

"Why did you marry me?" She asked casually, "This is the first time we've met."

"I want to marry you, doesn't it depend on how I feel? Why does it depend on the time we met?"

This rhetorical question is good, and she couldn't answer it at all, so she sighed helplessly, "I'm sorry, I already have a husband, and my daughters are older than you."

"It doesn't matter." He said: "You can reconcile with your husband-in-law, and you can also bring your daughter to marry. I will try my best to be a good father."

Feng Feng couldn't help laughing, she knew what he said was very serious, but he was only 12 years old, she couldn't laugh or cry when he said these words.

"Don't you believe what I'm saying?"

"No... I believe what you said, but..." Feng Guang bent over, approached his face, and said slowly: "I can't be with you."

"Why?" He thought, if her husband-in-law was unwilling to reconcile, he could kill that man.

"Because we are too far behind."

"Age is not..."

"I don't mean age, but distance." The distance between life and death.

Zhou Yun didn't understand, he rarely encountered things he didn't understand, he didn't like this feeling, what he liked was that everything could be firmly in his hands, so he left her again When he got closer, he held her hand tightly and said with a smile: "Look, we are very close, so close that I can hold your hand."

"Ahing, you are still young." She said, "There are still many things that you don't understand yet."

"Then when will I understand?"

Feng Jing didn't answer his question. She looked at the pastry shop not far away, and smiled mischievously, "How about this, go buy me a piece of fresh sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and I'll tell you the answer."

He looked back at the store, and then put his eyes on her again, "Will you wait here for me to come back?"

"Yes." She replied without hesitation.

"You won't lie to me?"

"If I lie to you, I shall die a terrible death."

He said seriously: "Qingjing, I don't like you making such an oath."

"Then...then if I lied to you, will I never be able to eat sweets?"

Only then did he smile reassuringly, "You wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

Feng Guang nodded, watching his back go away, seeing him walking into the pastry shop, but looking back at herself, she smiled gently, and he also started talking with the boss.

She turned around, no longer nostalgic.

The bustling sea of ​​people quickly swallowed up her figure.

Zhou Yun took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and walked out of the shop. His face with a slight smile froze at this moment, and he walked into the crowd. Naturally, he could no longer find her.

"Young master, what's the matter with you?" Uncle Fu, who hadn't seen the young master for a long time, came out to look for someone. When he saw the young master, he rarely panicked, so he asked this question.

Zhou Yun didn't answer him, but continued to walk through the sea of ​​people.

"Son..."

"Uncle Fu." He finally stopped, the paper wrapped in the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was crushed and deformed in his hand, his voice was low and hoarse, "She's gone."

Uncle Fu didn't ask who that "she" was, "My lord, it's getting dark, it's time to go back."

"I'll take another look." The night hung up at some point, and he said, "I'll take another look."

Uncle Fu never took out the letter paper in his arms, but there was only a paragraph written on the letter paper:
I have already found the place of burial, and sinking my body into the shore of the East China Sea will be the best way to stop all this. When the 16 years are up, I will tell him that I am still alive.

She was still alive, so he would exhaust all his energy to find her, so...he could survive.

No?
(End of this chapter)