Fey Evolution Merchant

Chapter 917 Stop crying, I’m fine.

The fragrance of bamboo gives birth to color, and the purple bamboo inherits Yin.

The gurgling stream runs through the Purple Bamboo Forest like a clear jade belt. A single purple bamboo in the bamboo forest is 30 metres high.

But these 30-meter-high purple bamboo poles are very thin.

However, the thin bamboo poles will not only not be shaken by the wind in the wind, but the bamboo poles will comb a gust of wind into a soft wind like a comb.

Let the wind and silk of Purple Bamboo Forest shuttle the wrinkled and pulsating stream.

Occasionally a few phoenix sounds come from the depths of the bamboo forest, and the sound of the phoenix sounds loudly accompanied by the scattered bamboo leaves has several points of the elegance of silk and bamboo in the “High Place of Yunxuan”.

The Huiyao Federation came a little late this year in early spring, but even if the spring is not coming, Zhuxiang and Huangming accompanied by the sky full of Yunxiu slowly wrote a verse.

Smudged with stories that are warmer than the spring breeze.

In Purple Bamboo Forest, in addition to purple bamboo and golden silk emperor bamboo, there are also hundreds of bamboo species.

Some of the hundreds of bamboos bear fruit, which are bent and fall to the ground.

Occasionally, a few fell in the stream and splashed with water, and a few purple-golden carps in the stream were shocked to rise above the water.

After the purple-golden big carp feeds on bamboo fruits, its tail will stir the stream. Raising a clear stream in the bamboo forest is like a gift from the bamboo forest.

Purple Bamboo Forest You can’t see the decay of vegetation all year round. In the depths of the bamboo forest is hidden a Zhai Xuan built of purple bamboo.

There are several white cranes flying in the middle of Zhai Xuan.

The white crane waved its wings and set off the breeze, blowing away the incense burning in the two huge copper furnaces in front of Zhaixuan.

Occasionally a few strands are blown into the Zhai Xuan.

At this time, the Zhaixuan Zhongzuo was sitting on top of a man and a woman. The man gently combed the woman with a bamboo comb as long as ink.

Although the man seemed to be less than 30 years old last year, the hair on his head had turned gray.

Like an old man about to die.

The woman touched the thin mirror in front of her with her hand, and watched the man’s gray hair clearly overflowing with a happy smile on her face, but her tears could no longer help falling to her eyes.

As soon as the woman cried, the kind smile she had forced herself could no longer hold.

The man who was combing the woman’s hair quietly saw the woman crying, and the hand holding the bamboo comb lightly paused, but the movement of the hand did not stop.

The man’s face is still always peaceful, but he can’t bear to see the woman crying. The man Yu Xin couldn’t bear to stretch out a pair of very nice hands and gently wipe the woman’s falling teardrops.

All women are made of water, and the tears from the woman wet this beautiful hand.

After wiping the beautiful hand on the woman’s cheek, the tears returned to wet the fingertips, dripping along the fingertips onto the sitting area embroidered with bamboo shadows.

The man said softly.

“Xiangxiang, don’t cry, I’m fine.”

“I plan to leave everything in Purple Bamboo Forest to Shen’er. We will meet the deceased in a while. Go and take a look at the wonderful rivers and mountains.”

Looking at the woman in front of him, the man’s eyes are clear, and there is a bit of determination in the clarity.

Fortunately in this life, I met someone by chance and stayed together for a moment.

Why should love last forever?

Feeling the warmth of the teardrops at the fingertips, Jun Jun sighed gently three times.

I sigh that I am short-sighted, even if I am a five-star creator, I still can’t relieve my beloved’s physique of bad luck.

Er sighed that he was not brave enough before. At the moment when he was around Wang Fuxiang, Jun Zhu did not regret that Wang Fuxiang caused him to suffer bad luck. But I regretted not wading to ask Wang Fuxiang’s name earlier.

The third sigh, Jun Zhu is not sighing himself, but sighing why Wang Fuxiang is so cloudy in his life?

Zhu Jun’s three sighs are like three questions, but these three questions are destined to be answered by no one.

Wang Fuxiang turned his head and looked at Jun Jun’s eyes tightly.

The tears fell on Zhu Jun’s clothes.

“Fu Wenzhu, is it worth it for me?”

Mr. Zhu gently took off the ring he was wearing on his finger, and then put the ring on Wang Fuxiang’s ring finger on.

But Wang Fuxiang is a woman, her fingers are too thin.

The ring is loose on Wang Fuxiang’s ring finger, and it can fall off with a shake of his hand.

Jun Zhu grinned awkwardly, and then solemnly put the ring carved with bamboo patterns on Wang Fuxiang’s thumb.

“The ring of Xiangxiang contains all my wealth. Now this ring is given to you. You said I will not regret it later?”

Wang Fuxiang is hearing this more in his eyes Tears welled up, like a little girl who was wronged. The more the adults coaxed, the more tears flowed.

Wang Fuxiang extended the hand gently caressed Mr. Zhu’s cheek, and then hooked a strand of Mr. Zhu’s gray hair with his fingers.

Looking at this strand of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that at this time his heart must have been said.

“Fu Wenzhu, I promised you to be with you, but I have one request.”

Jun Zhu heard this quietly looking at Wang Fuxiang’s eyes without speaking for a long time, and then lightened his hand. Touching Wang Fuxiang’s cheek, let Wang Fuxiang’s side face rest on his chest.

“I can’t imagine the future without you, so don’t force me to think about it.”

“If you really have to choose, I hope I can’t tell the long time of return. You can walk on with the ring you left me.”

Mr. Zhu while speaking The gurgling stream outside Zhaixuan is like light, as if the glitzy old things have been dazzled in an instant.

The light and shadow of the stream are shining in the Zhai Xuan through the light smoke of the copper stove, reflecting on Wang Fuxiang and Zhu Jun.

Leaving this moment of dependence.

Wang Fuxiang’s throat choked when he heard Mr. Zhu’s words, and he couldn’t say anything.

Only the tears flashing in the eyes cherished the solemn promise of the man beside him.

A man gave you his wealth and is willing to sacrifice his life for you, but because of his own reasons, this man chose to face death.

I am moved, but Wang Fuxiang understands that if only one person can live, then Jun Zhu is the best choice for Huiyao.

It is also the best choice for yourself.

Wang Fuxiang murmured softly.

“Fu Wenzhu, don’t forget me in this life.”

Wang Fuxiang’s whisper is extremely small, and this whisper is suppressed by Wang Fuxiang between his lips and teeth, Zhu Jun not at all can hear clearly.

At this moment, several abrupt cicadas resounded in the tranquil Zizhu Garden.

Mr. Bamboo seemed to have expected this for a long time, but Mr. Bamboo didn’t intend to pay attention to this abrupt cicada.

Continue to slide the bamboo comb in his hand to help the person in front of him gently comb up the blue silk.

Xia Chen had waited at the entrance of Zizhuyuan early, and heard the cicadas chirping, Xia Chen said softly.

“Congratulations to Lord Chanming for coming to Zizhu Garden, the teacher can only be received by Junior for his body ill.”

“If there is any improper care, I hope Lord Chanming is a lot. Haihan.”

Xia Chen said so, but not at all meant to lead the cicadas to enter Zizhu Garden.

As the eldest apprentice of Mr. Zhu, Xia Chen has been helping Mr. Zhu to take care of Zizhu Garden for nearly ten years.

It can be regarded as Chief Steward of Zizhu Garden, and he naturally guessed the purpose of the cicada’s cry at this time.

First update.

(End of this chapter)