Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 253
"Love hurts people the most in the world, and what hurts people is not the ruthlessness of others, but too much love in oneself. Aunt Ye is a person who is cold-hearted but long-lasting. Long-lasting love meets his short life. God is indeed cruel and makes people hate it. " Kuyi sighed melancholy, feeling sorry for her.

Aunt Ye, why don't you make Yaoer's heart ache?
The sound of the piano in the room became more and more sad and clear, and she was lost in the depths of her feelings. She was completely immersed and lost her mind.

Everyone was heartbroken and looked at Kuyi together.

Bitter Job's tears signaled Graceful Tong to put the piano on the side of Xiangfei bamboo, surrounded by green and green bamboos, which half covered Feng Yizhu's sitting posture.

Several people quickly hid in the depths of the bamboo bushes, leaving only Feng Yizhu to stabilize their emotions.

Feng Yizhu turned his back to the door, held his breath in meditation, picked the strings with his fingertips, and a song of high mountains and flowing water was like spring water ding-dong, gradually rising up, feeling like a waterfall flying down three thousand feet, making people's hearts flutter, as if in a dream.

In the middle of the curve, the bamboo-patterned curtain suddenly opened, and a stream of frosty shadows floated out of the curtain. The snow silk flowed up, covering half of her face, her pale face, her pale robes, and her withered palms full of yin. Turning into a sharp blade, he slashed at Feng Yizhu in the bamboo, and shouted: "Who is it, who is pretending to be a ghost?"

Feng Yizhu remained motionless, his fingertips continued, making his sound more ethereal.

Grace was so terrified that she hid behind Fuying, not daring to look at the crazy and treacherous figure, no, it was not a human, it was a ghost, it was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and it was as thin as a bamboo, but there was only a sub-skeleton left to support the living body.

Fu Ying drew her sword, Ku Yi restrained herself and shook her head at her.

Jiang Ye's palm touched Feng Yizhu's white clothes, Feng Yizhu lowered his voice, and sighed: "Miss Ye, you are infatuated with Fengmou, how can Fengmou repay you?"

"Chunyi!" Jiang Ye was stunned, with the palm of the knife down, took a step back, and murmured: "Impossible, Chunyi is dead, you lied to me."

"I'm dead, because you refused to let me be buried, so my soul was wandering around, suffering unspeakably." Feng Yizhu felt extremely sad, as if his brother was really floating in the air, with nowhere to go.

Jiang Ye was stunned, a tear slipped down quietly, and he said infatuatedly: "Did I really hurt you? Chunyi, I just want to live with you for a while longer, until you feel my heart, and my love is gone , I will die peacefully, instead of letting you bear the blame because of my martyrdom."

"Silly girl, I have sensed your thoughts since I was alive, and I have put them in my heart. I am ignorant, I am not sober enough, and I insist on living in vain, which caused Zhaoli and his wife to suffer, and also caused you to suffer alone. I understand the truth when I am alive. You and I are also the most affectionate couple in the world. Why should you envy others who are in love with each other? In the next life, I will marry you. I'm at ease, okay?" Feng Yizhu was hazy with tears and mist, this was his brother's heartfelt voice, right?

Brother, don't blame me, this time I listened to the stinky girl's words and put my heart into yours, I can't be wrong, right?

Jiang Ye reached out to Feng Yizhu with trembling hands, and tremblingly said: "Chunyi, let me touch you, okay?"

"If you touch me, I'm afraid I'm going to disappear in smoke. I still have a lot to say to you. Stand still and don't come over." Feng Yizhu's voice was as soft as silk, breathing slowly and calmly, slowly turning around Come and face her.

Her breath contains the fragrance of green catkins, which smells very pleasant, just like Feng Chunyi from before her death.

Jiang Ye burst into tears with joy and broke down in tears: "Chunyi, it's really you, your face is so pale."

"You and I are in the dark all day long, how can we have a good look?" Feng Yizhu caught her tender eyes, held an earring in his hand, and said tenderly with his pale lips: "Ye'er, this red emerald Ye Erdang, I've kept it for too long, it's time to return it to you."

(End of this chapter)