She's so cute and beautiful

Chapter 190, when he was young

Throat was very dry, Qingshi couldn't say a word, his thoughts were in a mess, one side was the present self, and the other side was what the old monk said just now.

But he is not Huarong and——

They are completely two people.

……

The lotus leaves sway in the wind, and the water ripples.

"Later, he died, but he was not buried in his imperial mausoleum, but was buried with his own sister."

Buried with his own sister——

Suddenly, it was as if a string broke in his mind, and a white light flashed across him, and he lost control of his whole being.

The originally dry text seems to have feelings in an instant.

From a spectator of history, an outsider, he became the person who wrote the words, and the jerky words became a story that shocked him.

That's what he told Hua Sesheng himself, and he still laughed at her, why should people be entangled in the things of the ancients.

But now, he is more entangled than she is.

How ridiculous.

The expression on the old monk's face was very subtle, but sooner or later he would know about it, and it might be better to tell him earlier.

The hand holding the teacup trembled a little, he suppressed the worries in his heart forcibly, no matter what his mood was, he had to finish speaking, the old monk lowered his eyes and chose not to look at his face anymore, "Qingshi, you have no right To decide your own future, you can only accept it."

"She came to this world, that is also a kind of fate, and you exist because of it. Everything is fate, and it is also cause and effect." With Hua Sesheng, there is him. This is fate, which cannot be solved.

"Futu Temple has been waiting for 500 years for your meeting. At first, I thought selfishly that maybe I could keep it a secret and not tell you for the rest of my life, but what my brother said was right. It is right to keep it from you. You are not responsible."

"Hua Rong and gave up everything about her for her. I believe you know their story. When you were young, your fate is in your own hands. Since you have no choice, then you have to go on this road. Let yourself live more comfortably."

After the old monk finished speaking, he became much older. The wrinkles on his face were already deep, and his hands were like dry branches.

He was dissatisfied with Hua Sesheng in his heart, although he knew that it had nothing to do with her, but Qingshi was a child raised by him——

Turning around and leaving the water pavilion, the old monk shook his head, let Qingshi think about it for the rest of the time, he will figure it out.

Countless willow leaves are falling down one after another, the leaves on the pear tree are very lush, and there are pear fruits the size of fingernails hidden in the middle, everything is beautiful.

Qingshi felt powerless in his heart, and his complexion became serious. Everything the old monk said today was far beyond his imagination.

He believed in the fantasy of things in the world, he had always believed in the destiny, and he had divination and fortune-telling for countless individuals, but he had never seen through himself.

He used to sympathize with those who couldn't accept the reality, and now, it's finally his turn.

If there is a cause, there will be an effect. Hua Sesheng is the cause, and he is the effect.

The relationship formed 500 years ago has reached today.

Qingshi's back is very thin, it seems that a gust of wind can blow him down, and the picture of his life in Futu Temple flashed in his mind, but in the end——

But under the willow tree, the willow leaves were newly born, and her bright smile dazzled his eyes.

There were little ripples in the water of the lake, Qingshi's eyes were far away, and the breath on his body was lonely and lonely. Is he Qingshi, or is he Huarong and...

The answer was in his heart, and he already understood it.

(End of this chapter)