The president kneels down, his beloved wife is the boss

Chapter 173 Lost Soul

"I can't catch it." Her waxy voice was full of grievances.

The man smiled slightly, and his gentle voice was very pleasant, "There are many things in the world that you can't grasp. They don't follow you, but fate. The cause of the past life, the fruit of the present life, the reincarnation of all things, neither birth nor death."

Her beautiful phoenix eyes are full of confusion, don't understand, don't understand.

Seeing her dazed and cute look, the man couldn't help reaching out and holding her thin hand, "Don't cry, I'll always be by your side."

The clouds cleared, revealing the man's handsome face, as dazzling as the sun, with a faint lotus flower between his eyebrows.

"Lian." She couldn't help shouting, blurted out subconsciously, and stretched out her arms to hug the man, "Lian, I miss you so much, come back, okay?"

The man smiled warmly, his white index finger tapped between her brows, and a touch of cherry blossoms shone brightly.

"One day, we will meet again." He spread out his palm, and thousands of lotus flowers floated to his palm. He let go of her hand and stuffed a lotus flower into her palm, "Go back."

With a slight push of his palm, her body suddenly fell backwards, falling from a high cloud, the sound of the wind echoed in her ears, she wanted to call him, but there was no sound in her throat, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and flew upwards Go, the transparency exudes a little bit of brilliance.

Buddha said, to forget.

However, none of us can do it.Her eyes gradually closed, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Was she going to sink into hell?Either way, whatever.

When she woke up, it was the endless darkness and the sound of crows.

Dressed in white clothes, her eyes were dyed with a layer of golden light, but they were so empty, as if nothing could fill them.

She walked to a bridge and looked from a distance, half clear and half dirty.

Her eyes fell on the man trapped in the filthy waves. He was so handsome, and his white clothes and gold trim were stained with the resentment of evil spirits.

The man was bent over, with his head lowered, and he was caressing something.His eyes were extremely calm, the evil spirit bit his white jade fingers, he didn't seem to feel any pain, he groped over and over again.

But her heart hurts so much, as if those evil spirits bit her heart and devoured it bit by bit.

"Help me." A sweet and fragile voice sounded, the man's body was straight, his perfect face was calm and indifferent, and he held a small soul in his palm, clean and weak.

His eyes were cold, quietly watching the soul, as if looking for something.

"Save her, can you?" Standing on the bridge, she couldn't help but cry out, that thin soul made her feel bad, and that man made her feel even more heartbroken for no reason.

The indifferent man stared at her for a while, then threw the soul in his palm into her arms, bent down again, looking for something.

That little transparent soul lay in her palm, smiling slightly at her.

The cherry blossoms were falling, she raised her head, stretched out a hand to touch, the dark air seemed to be dyed with a light pink, and everything turned into cherry blossom trees.

Her body was heavy, and a pale and sickly man was lying in her arms, smiling gently at her, reaching out his weak hand to touch her cheek, "Xinxin, you must be happy."

Her pupils dilated, and she had to touch him subconsciously. His figure dissipated and turned into pieces of cherry blossoms.

"Lian." Her voice faded away with the cherry blossoms.

Her arms were heavy, and the little person was lying in her arms, completely devoid of blood, with a bent little finger, which stopped in mid-air.

"Lele." The person in his arms smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared.

"Lele, Lian." She hurriedly stood up, chasing the cherry blossoms all over the sky.

The cherry blossom rain drifted by, and the man stood in front of her with a gentle and elegant smile.She chased after him in a panic, and another cute child stood under the tree.

"Xinxin, go back."

"Mommy, go back."

The gentle and immature voices overlapped, making her in a trance for a while, she stretched out her hand to touch, and the figures of the two of them dispersed and disappeared.

"Don't go." She was tearful and fell heavily into the darkness.

Some people say that the dark is the best place to lick wounds, so please let me hide in the dark forever for the rest of my life.

Her pupils suddenly widened, black as bright as obsidian, and the sweat on her forehead was sticking to her broken hair.

"Honey, you're finally awake." The face of the man sitting by the bed showed joy for several days.

Her eyes were confused, blocking her expression like a layer of veil, she stared at the handsome man in front of her in a daze, the face of the man standing at the Wangchuan River overlapped with the face of the man in front of her little by little.

His body moved closer, his forehead touched his forehead, his breath intertwined, his purple-black eyes stared closely at hers.

"The fever has finally subsided. You made me worry to death. The high fever has not subsided." Nalanxie sighed softly, sat back in the original place, and helped her twist the quilt.

Her eyes were faint, staring at him closely, without saying a word, asking silently.

He lowered his expression, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his body was filled with bitterness, "Lele's funeral is over, I sent her to the ancestral hall with my own hands."

No one knew that his heart was broken. That was his beloved daughter, that was his beloved child. He cremated her with his own hands and held her ashes.

There was no expression on her face, she was completely like a puppet who had lost her soul.

Nalanxie's eyes were stained with a little bit of moisture, and she met her bland phoenix eyes, full of soreness, hugged her, and took out a purse from his arms, "This is for Lele's fetal hair." He stuffed it into her palm, "Cry, cry, I will always be with you."

Crying, her eyes were dry and she couldn't shed tears at all.Crying doesn't mean pain.

Some things have disappeared and can no longer be found, but it has become a needle that lingers in my heart, and it hurts when I think about it.

She let Nalanxie hold her, her desolate eyes fell on the purse in her palm, there was no light, it was deep gray and white.

Consciousness gradually became blurred, she couldn't see the appearance of the man in front of her clearly, and the man's anxious and frightened voice could be heard dimly in her ears.

Nalanxie, I don't want to wake up, I don't want to wake up for the rest of my life.

Shen Rumeng inspected it carefully before letting go of the anxiety in her heart.

"My lord, Your Highness is just asleep." Shen Rumeng spoke respectfully, her face was haggard.My uncle, who is also a member of the Xiao family, set the definition for Nalan Xie, and it is also their approval.

Nalanxie held Tianxin's hand, his eyes fell on her body, and he nodded lightly.

"Daddy, Mommy is fine, right?" The little bun stood aside obediently, his naughty temper seemed to subside all of a sudden, and he matured.

Nalanxie turned her head and looked at her son carefully, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes, and finally said after deliberating for a long time, "We are leaving, you stay here well."

The little bun closed his eyes, was silent for a while, nodded, and clenched his small fists.

"Daddy, see you next time, Mommy must be fine." When Xiao Baozi exited the room, he suddenly turned his head and looked deeply at Nalanxie.

Nalanxie nodded, watching his son leave, brushing his palm over Tianxin's forehead and broken hair, little girl, don't let them down, my son and I are still waiting for you.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the stars in the dark night, his eyes flickered, who would know his sadness.

There is a kind of pain, I can cover it with a smile, pack it with indifference, and forget it with a void.This kind of pain, not everyone understands, I have been stuck in my heart, trapped like a beast.The scabbed scar, when I think about it, I don't need to touch it repeatedly, just pass it by with a smile. ——Tianxin

"I need you and I miss you and I want you and I love you acute; cause I wanna hold you I wanna kiss you You were my everything..." The faintly sad singing floated in the air, and the small store was filled with A layer of sadness.

The oriental woman sitting by the window attracted the attention of many people, ready to move.There was a layer of sadness on her beautiful face, and her obsidian-like phoenix eyes were empty and confused, staring blankly at the sunlight outside the window.

That sad English song was sweet to the ear, like a drop of water falling into the lake of her heart, opening layers of ripples.

"Ma'am, mousse can make you forget your sorrow." A middle-aged elegant and mature woman presented a delicate mousse cake and smiled at Tianxin.

Tian Xin turned her head, slightly surprised at the woman, showing a little bit of confusion.

The woman is the proprietress of this store, and she guards the store alone. It is said that she has been waiting for her husband for 20 years, and her husband has not returned.The name of this store is very special - the watchman.

"Ma'am, your husband ordered this for you." The proprietress frowned slightly, speaking Chinese in a strange voice.For a month, Nalanxie brought Tianxin to this store almost every day, so he became very familiar with the proprietress.

Tianxin lowered her eyes and looked closely at the mousse on the glass table, which was exquisite and delicious.

The proprietress sighed softly, a little regretful that such a beautiful woman was actually a mute, so she left again.

The faint music was played back over and over again, her eyes were empty and blank, and a tear dripped down with the final ending, falling on the hem of her clothes.

Lian, if we never met, wouldn't it be painful?

"You are angel?" A timid voice sounded.

Tian Xin raised her head suddenly, staring blankly at the little girl in front of her. There was a wreath on her chestnut hair, two snow-white wings stuck to her white gauze skirt, her small face was dotted with freckles, but she was as beautiful as an angel.

The little girl looked at her timidly and shyly with icy blue eyes, clutching the edge of the table with her small hands, blinking her round eyeballs, beautiful and cute.

"Angel?" The little girl said again, her eyes fell on the delicate mousse.

Tian Xin's expression was a little dazed, she looked at the little girl in a daze, as if she was looking for someone's shadow, the corner of her mouth showed a slight arc, her quiet breath seemed to be alive for a moment, and she was so beautiful that she was not like ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)