Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 340: Not Many Days (Part [-])

Nanmenyue stood up and stood on her back, her bloodshot palms tightly closed, she only felt a throbbing pain in her chest, but she really couldn't figure out whether it was a pain from her body or a pain deep in her heart.

No matter why Qin Tinghan wanted to leave her, she hoped that she would be more free and easy.

Clenching her small fist, she walked away, she walked very slowly, every step seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy.

She knew very clearly in her heart that if she walked away this time, she would really leave Qin Tinghan, completely and forever.

The slender body walked to the guardrail of the attic, and the wind poured up from the bottom up, but it couldn't blow away the tears that were pouring out of the eyes.

She finally cried, and her frail shoulders were shaking up and down from uncontrollable sobbing. She really didn't have that much backbone.

Love is selfish and cannot be restrained.

"Why?" She suddenly turned her head and asked, the tears welling in her eyes welled up, just like the rain falling outside, the thread was broken.

Qin Ting's cold black pupils tightened, and his tight lips couldn't suppress the pain in his heart. He turned around, not wanting Nanmen Yue to see his similar pain, and looked outside, at the lake falling on the lake. The raindrops that disappeared immediately after getting up, took a while before opening their mouths:
"You've always been just a substitute for Shu Ling. Now that she's appeared, there's no need to marry you." Sen Leng's voice faded out slowly, without any trace of warmth.

Nanmenyue didn't believe it, she bit her lip to suppress the sob she wanted to blurt out, she shook her head back and forth, shedding tears all over her eyes: "The Qin Tinghan I know is not this kind of person, you can't fool me, I Listen to the truth."

Qin Tinghan said nothing, stood up with her long arms supporting the round table, and walked slowly to the guardrail. The long figure stood tall and handsome, but she felt handsome and arrogant, and her clear black eyes seemed to be continuously injected with ink, becoming more and more beautiful. Black, thicker and thicker, deeper and deeper like an abyss.

"The truth is, you will become a hindrance to this king's road to revenge, and you, who are useless, will only become my burden."

After saying that, he smiled, and the corners of his thin and thick lips raised, overflowing with an incomprehensible smile.

In the end, he still hurt her, hurt him severely, and his cruel heart made him feel terrible.

Nanmen Yuelihua's small face with rain was startled, as if she didn't hear clearly, she raised her eyes to look at Qin Tinghan.

He stood on the edge of the attic, his plain white figure looked hazy in Nanmenyue's tearful eyes.His side face was also shrouded in layers of water vapor, and the curve of his side face, which was as sharp as grinding, looked blurred.

Yes! Revenge is more important to him than anything else.

The pain swallowed the last trace of restraint, and she burst into tears, wiping her tears with her hands, and promised: "I know, I will try my best not to disturb you, I will work hard, I will... woo Ugh, I'll try my best..."

She was crying like a child, and every tear she shed was like a sword piercing Qin Tinghan's heart, making it even more painful.

His arm gently climbed onto the guardrail, and it took a lot of effort to restrain his determination to rush over and hold Nanmenyue in his arms.

The guardrail was unbearable from Qin Tinghan's strength, and finally broke with a click. In the end, it was crushed into powder and scattered on his hands by the wind. The Nanmen Moon is the same.

Her stubborn little body passed through the falling rain curtain and gradually disappeared into the night.

Qin Tinghan's straight body suddenly seemed to be drained of all his strength, he turned around, staggered to the round table, and swept away the tea set on the table.

"Ah!" He yelled in pain, heart-piercing, and lost his composure to the extreme, but the sound of the rain still covered everything, his pain, his regret, and his hatred.

He slumped on the round stool weakly, and beat the solid vermilion round table viciously and non-stop, the black hair was messed up and poured down, faintly crystal drops of water dripped from the gaps in the hair and landed on the carpet A coquettish red bloomed on the rouge.

The rain outside the attic is still falling, as if to wash away all love and hatred.

The torrential rain passed by in a hurry, and the black crescent appeared in the sky. Everything seemed like a dream, but the pain in my heart was clearly visible.

Nanmenyue fell ill, came back from the rain, shivered for less than an hour after lying down after washing, her body was cold, and her heart was also cold.

His frail body was wrapped in a sheet and curled up beside the bed, like an abandoned child.

Guo Kefu entered the room with a bowl of freshly boiled ginger soup, and looked at Nanmenyue, that familiar and fearful feeling emerged again. Nanmenyue at this moment was just like Nanmenyue who fell ill when they first arrived in the capital. generally.

The lean and beautiful little face was bloodless, and the occasional movement was coughing non-stop while covering his mouth, as if coughing up all the internal organs.

Guo Kefu frowned in heartache, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled off the sheet covering Nanmenyue's head: "Sister, drink some soup, you will feel better."

Nanmen Junhou has already gone to invite a doctor, but before that, Nanmen Yue still needs to drink something to keep out the cold. If she keeps empty stomach like this, her condition will become more serious.

Nanmenyue turned her face away and shook her head like a puppet: "Sister has no appetite, go get busy and leave me alone."

Guo Kefu couldn't squeeze her, so she didn't leave, but just sat on the edge of the bed and wiped away her tears, her heart was beating uncomfortably, as if something bad was about to happen.

She knew that the reason why Nanmen Yue was in so much pain was because of Mr. Qin, because he didn't want sister Yue'er. She knew that sister Yue'er was suffering, and she knew that sister Yue'er was suffering.

But I couldn't help her with anything: "Kefu is stupid, Kefu is stupid." She scolded herself, blaming herself.

Nanmen Yue's dull eyes were fixed on the flower table on the edge of the bed, as if possessed by an evil spirit, she was not at all touched by Guo Kefu's self-blame.

After Nanmen Junhou invited the doctor back, he led Guo Kefu out.

The old man who was invited was quite old, he hunched over, put down the medicine box slowly, moved a round stool and sat down beside Nanmen Yue's bed.

The boring arm stretched out towards Nanmenyue, accurately detecting her pulse.

Nanmenyue didn't resist, her whole body seemed to be struggling on the verge of life and death, and her other hand tightly covered the bloody handkerchief in her bosom.

She didn't resist, she knew the condition of her body, Li Biwen's words last time made her feel low, and after listening to the old man's pulse, she sighed, and then she said lightly: "Can the old doctor keep it a secret for the little girl?" She struggled to get up, rummaged and took out a money bag from behind the pillow, shook out several pieces of silver, and handed it to the old doctor.

"Please!" she begged softly.

After shaking his head for a while, the old man didn't take all the money she handed over, but picked up a piece casually: "This is the consultation fee, other old men don't accept it, and they can't afford it. If you want this old man to keep it a secret, the old man will keep it secret." That's right."

(End of this chapter)