Love is like melting

Chapter 137
"Love is not worth it or not, only whether you want it or not. If you do something for someone but ask yourself if it's worth it first, then you must not really love him."

If you really love someone, no matter what you do for him, you don't need a reason, let alone think about whether it's worth it.

Ji Yerong didn't close the hibiscus anymore, but they still separated. It was Huo Yuan's suggestion to separate temporarily.

Because he saw the wound on Mu Jin's hand, he couldn't bear to watch her stand in a stalemate with Ji Yerong for him and hurt himself, even if it was just a finger.

Mu Jin's eyes were clouded with mist, and she asked him if he didn't want her anymore.

Huo Yuan held her cheeks and solemnly promised: "I will never want you, never want you! We are only separated temporarily, not a real breakup! I will wait for you to grow up, and we will live together in a fair and bright manner. Together!"

Mu Jin looked at him, unconfident in her tears, "After separation, will you like other girls the way you like me?"

"No, because you are unique in this world." Huo Yuan promised her, and he had already given her his heart, he never thought of giving it to anyone else, and he couldn't give it to anyone else.

In his previous years of life, he never thought that he would fall in love with a girl, worry about her, and feel heartbroken when he saw her cry.

But when he met her, with her innocence and simplicity, her warm and bright smile, and her hands holding a clean and hot feeling to give to him, he didn't know what to do for a while, and couldn't refuse.

He can be cruel to this world, he can be cruel to anyone, but he can't be cruel to her, he can't see her sad, he is in a dilemma!

He is willing to let go of his hand temporarily, and is willing to wait for her to grow up. More importantly, he is afraid that she will be hurt if she follows him. After all, he has offended too many people in the regime.

"Don't cry, I don't like the way you cry!"

Mu Jin sniffed, suppressing the sad tears, a blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and she said in a very low voice, "Then you can't do that to other women."

"Which one?" Huo Yuan raised his eyebrows, not understanding what she meant for a while.

"That's it!" Hibiscus lowered her head, embarrassed.

Now Huo Yuan understood, his thin lips raised a smirk, and asked knowingly, "Which one is that?"

"Uncle Huo, you bully me!"

Huo Yuan laughed out loud, hugged her with both hands, lowered his forehead to her, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's too late to hurt you, how can I bully you!"

Mu Jin blushed, and asked, "Then do you agree to me or not?!"

"Little Jin, I can't change what happened in the past, but I can assure you in the future, my body and mind will always be loyal to you alone!"

Mu Jin smiled, before he could speak, he lowered his head and kissed her.

"Uncle Huo, will we really be together forever!"

"meeting!"

No matter how kind people are, they will make mistakes, and no matter how evil people are, they also have the right to love and be loved.

It's just that many times, we often don't know how to love someone better.

Ji Yerong had been struggling and crying in the nightmare, and the warm liquid slowly overflowed from under the eyelashes covering his eyes quietly.

The name of Mu Jin has been dreaming in his mouth: "Mu Jin, don't... Mu Jin..."

Lianmo hugged her, gently sucked the tears on her cheeks, and gently woke her up: "Ayu, wake up, it's okay, I'm just dreaming!"

"Ayu...Ayu...wake up, you are just dreaming."

He knew that her superficial calm was just a disguise, Mu Jin's death, and Lian Jing's hiding and hurting had brought her too much psychological trauma.

The moment I knew it was Lian Jing, I couldn't accept it, let alone her who always regarded Lian Jing as a friend and was full of guilt.

Ayu, you really make me feel so bad, I don't know what to do to stop the pain in your heart.

Ji Yerong slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils were covered with water mist, he could see his outline clearly in a blur, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"It's just a nightmare, don't be afraid." Lianmo gently wiped away the tears that almost broke his heart with his fingertips.

I used to think that she was too strong, so strong that she didn't look like a woman at all, and she couldn't cry.

But when she was willing to show her weak side in front of him and cry out all her emotions and grievances, he realized that her tears could cut his heart like a knife.

"I dreamed of Hibiscus. She never betrayed me. She just loves Huo Yuan too much. It's just that there's no way, it's just that it's too embarrassing..." Ji Yerong's voice was hoarse, and the sadness in her blurred eyes was so strong that she couldn't help inhibition.

Lian Mo nodded, "Of course she won't abandon you, she has always loved you, and we have always loved you!"

Ji Yerong's long hands embraced his neck actively, buried his face in his chest, and said in a vague voice, "Fourth brother, I miss her, I really miss her..."

She never had a family, and Mu Jin was her only relative.

Lian Mo held her in his arms, like coaxing a little daughter who had a nightmare in the middle of the night, and coaxed her softly: "Fourth brother knows, fourth brother knows. Mu Jin never left you, just like fourth brother will never leave You are the same! The three of us will always be together and will never be separated!"

Ji Yerong didn't speak, but the arms around him tightened more and more, and soon Lianmo felt the clothes on his chest were wet.

Distressed to death.

"Ayu, don't be sad, isn't it good now? Huo Yuan went to accompany her, and they will be together happily in another world, and no one can stop them from being together anymore. She is happy, and would want you to be happy."

Momo would never even think about these words before, but on this cold night, he racked his brains to find the best words to comfort her and appease her broken emotions.

Ji Yerong stayed in his arms without saying a word, letting tears and sadness flow wantonly, letting her fragility in his arms, nowhere to hide this night.

Lian Mo felt that she was not crying, and knew that she was not asleep, so he carried her to the bathroom to wash his face, wrapped her in his coat and went downstairs to look at the three hibiscus flowers in the yard.

"Look, they're not good." Lian Mo sat on the ground without any scruples, letting her sit on his lap, and the hibiscus flowers beside him were within reach.

Ji Yerong caressed the leaves of the hibiscus flower with his fingers, and turned his head to look at him, "Is there really such a place?" There is no love or hate, no disputes, only warmth and happiness, and the hibiscus and Huo Yuan will be together happily .

In the dark, his handsome face had a smile that was not a smile, and shook his head: "I don't know, I made it up."

Ji Yerong: "..."

He was speechless for a few seconds, but he was not angry. He pulled his arms around his neck and said softly, "Do you hate them?"

A coldness crossed Lian Mo's eyebrows, and after a moment of silence, he only said one word: "Hate!"

What he hated was Lian Jing.

Conspiracy and harm in the political struggle are inevitable, so although he hates Huo Yuan's viciousness and harm, he can understand it; but Lianjing is different.

He has always cared about his family affection for Lian Jing, and wanted to keep her from being hurt, but Lian Jing misunderstood him and Ji Yerong, knowing that he loved Ji Yerong, he calculated him and Ji Yerong step by step, It was worse than killing Ji Yerong directly, so he couldn't help hating Lian Jing, let alone forgive her.

Ji Yerong seemed to sigh, and said in a low voice, "I hate them too, but right now, it seems empty and uncomfortable."

Put your hands on your heart, it feels like being hollowed out, leaving only a shell.

Hearing this, Lian Mo's body froze, the hand around her waist kept tightening, and the other hand held the hand on her heart, and said in a low voice, "Ayu, life is still very long, there is nothing but hatred There is love and warmth!"

Ji Yerong frowned lightly, leaning on his shoulder, looking at the pale Dongfang, "Fourth brother, I have lived for a long time, a long time, like two centuries, and I feel very tired. "

The cool wind was coming, Lianmo gathered her coat, and murmured in a low hoarse voice: "When you are tired, sleep in the arms of the fourth brother, sleep well, and you won't wake up. tired."

Before Ji Yerong closed his eyes, he asked him again: "Can you wake me up before the sun rises? I want to see how a new day begins."

"Okay." Lian Mo bowed his head and kissed her on the tip of the nose, and the doting and affection in his eyes staring at her were inseparable.

Ji Yerong leaned against his arms and seemed to have slept for a long time, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Ayu, Ayu, wake up, the sun is about to rise."

She slowly opened her eyes, and the layers of clouds in the east could not block the penetration of the sun's rays, scattered in every corner of the city, telling people that a new day had begun.

"Good morning, Ayu." Lian Mo greeted warmly.

Ji Yerong looked back at him, his handsome face was clear in the dark pupils, "Good morning, fourth brother..."

Before the words finished, he had already kissed her red lips.

In those lonely and dull time gaps, I have lost my soul many times, I have been disheartened countless times, and I have thought that this life will be like this, but every time I think that I will never see her again, I think that she is true. He didn't want to exist in this world, but he refused to give up and gave himself a little hope in his heart: wait for tomorrow, tomorrow will be a brand new day.

He didn't believe that just because he made a mistake once, there was no room for recovery. He didn't believe that fate would be so cruel to her and to himself.

Fortunately, he persevered, and fate sent her to his side again, giving him the opportunity to say a word to her every day in the future: Good morning, Ayu.

The sun is hanging high in the sky, and it is destined that this will not be a peaceful day.

The news of Lian Jing's and Huo Yuan's deaths and Xu Sizhe's life and death in the ICU spread like wildfire, and a depth bomb was dropped in country M, causing public opinion to boil.

Huo Yimo, who was far away in Belgium, received the news of Huo Yuan's death. For a moment, the world collapsed. She bent over and squatted in a strange city, a strange street, crying heartbreakingly, heartbroken.

The first person to rush to the night garden was Yun Yingluo, with an embarrassing face and domineering, asking what happened.

Although Lian Jing was not her own, she loved Lian Jing a lot these years.Everything that Lian Mo did did not catch her eyes, except for the matter of letting Lian Jing marry Xu Sizhe, she felt that Lian Mo did the right thing, because she also knew that Huo Yuan didn't really like Lian Jing, but just used Lian Jing to marry Xu Sizhe. Xu Sizhe is the one who really loves Lianjing.

Lian Jing and Huo Yuan died in Jingyuan overnight, and Xu Sizhe was not out of danger, Yun Yingluo was naturally anxious, fearing that Lian Mo had messed up again, so she wanted to question clearly.

Lian Mo ordered Cheng Mu to bring the information to Yun Yingluo.

Yun Yingluo flipped through the pages, and she was already sitting on the sofa slumped before finishing the book, completely stupefied.

Lian Mo didn't say anything, and there was no need to say anything more.

Ji Yerong suddenly came down from upstairs, Lianmo looked at her, before he had time to ask, he heard her voice suppressed, "Yan Xi called and said that Xu Sizhe might not be able to survive."

(End of this chapter)