After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 230 Words on the Wall, Messy Memories
The jet-black hair strands are intertwined and tangled together like iron wires.

Xiao Lu secretly thanked himself for not throwing it away secretly.

If not, I'm afraid I will have to explain here tonight.

"Arrange a place for her."

After leaving such a sentence, Shen Yanjin left without looking back.

After a long while, Qiu Xiao'an stepped forward and said respectfully, "Miss Xiao, come with me."

I never thought that the small courtyard next to the main courtyard is quite humanely decorated, but isn't this courtyard for... a side room or a concubine's room?
Qiu Xiaoan held a white paper lantern with light red lace and led the people into the courtyard.

The two high walls on both sides are made of gray-white stones, and rows of small flowers whose names are unknown are planted in the corners. The only thing Xiao Ling can recognize is a purple morning glory quietly emerging from the cracks in the walls. towards the wall.

Giving the impression that it wants to break ground immediately.

Huh?
Xiao Ling paused slightly in his walking steps, and stepped back uncertainly.

Under the purple petunias, there are a few lines of writing.

Logically speaking, it was so dark that she couldn't see it visually, but the surprise was that she did see it.

Xiao Lu's straw sandals hesitated, and the hem of her skirt swayed accordingly.

Still decided to take a look.

She greeted Qiu Xiaoan, and after telling him to step back, she carried the lantern and walked slowly towards the wall.

When he was one step away, the pace stopped.

She straightened the hem of her skirt, squatted down, and shone the lantern on the wall with the lantern in her hand.

With the other hand, the rest of the covered flowers are opened so that they hang on the sides.

Under the purple morning glory, the old and somewhat blurred fonts are slowly revealed in the light of the lanterns.

Xiao Ling squinted his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and said slowly with a voice like a clear stream:
"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one pillar contemplate the Chinese New Year."

When she read to the end, her body suddenly lost weight, and she jumped down resolutely, as if she was saying goodbye to someone from the cliff.

She became a skeleton without flesh, unable to move or speak, lying in the same place every day, breathing the same air.

Look at the same blue sky, white clouds, and stars in the dark night.

From obsession and anger, to the final numbness.

She felt that she had been dead for a long time, so long that... she had seen countless seasons change, spring passed and autumn came, winter passed and spring came.

Xiao Ling began to feel that he was really an old monster after living for hundreds of years, and continued to insinuate that he was not alive at all.

She thought she would live like this forever and ever.

Numb and lonely.

Like an isolated canoe in the sea, it has no direction and no foothold.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one pillar contemplate the Chinese New Year."

jingle…

All screens are cut off.

Xiao Lu propped his hands on the ground, panting heavily, the cold sweat on his forehead soaked the roots of his hair, slipped from the tip of his eyebrows, dripping soundlessly onto the bluestone board.

The illuminating lantern lay alone beside him, as if struggling not to be extinguished.

Whose memories are these.

Her hand holding the ground curled up slightly, leaving ten eye-catching marks.

After calming down his complicated heart, Xiao Lu straightened the lantern, lifted it up again, accidentally caught sight of the purple petunias, and found that the handwriting on the wall had disappeared.

She was puzzled and didn't dare to be careless. It was getting late and it was time for her to rest.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lu patted the slightly wrinkled skirt, carried the lantern and walked to the bedroom.

After she left, the purple petunias turned into dots of starlight.

The next day.

After more than a month, he finally had a good night's sleep, Xiao Ling stretched his waist, got out of bed and was about to put on the straw sandals, when he found a pair of white embroidered shoes lying quietly beside the straw sandals.

(End of this chapter)