It is said in the Book of Heaven that mortals who cultivate immortality must have no desires, no thoughts, no heart, no heart. If Qingying is really a person in this way, all that the Red Lady has done will eventually become a lie.
"Wealth? Fame?" The red lady opened her eyes and smiled sadly and confusedly: "Sister, I know in my heart that these are just my wishful thinking to comfort myself. I am already thirty-two this year, thirty-two.
!" Her voice lowered, as if it was going to sink into the dust: "But sister, if I don't do this, if I don't give myself such a little hope, how will I survive?"
She is already thirty-two years old. She is no longer in her prime years when she was beautiful even without any makeup. After the age when she can have sweet dreams, she has only the slightest obsession left to survive, thinking about having the wealth of the country and being innocent.
In the name of a prosperous age, you can keep him by your side, but you are just deceiving yourself. That person has disappeared long ago.
Han Mengxiao was silent for a long time and asked: "Sister understands but can't let go, so is that why she is willing to go down and take over the black shop?"
"Haha," the red lady laughed again, with some relief: "Yes, not entirely, I am here, but also because I like my sister as a person, pure, free and easy, just like me when I was young!"
Han Mengxiao shook his head: "Sister Hong, please don't say such words again. Thirty-two is not old. In our world, there are many women who have just started falling in love at this age." So, Han Mengxiao went to Hong Niangzi.
With their incredible eyes, He Zhuer briefly summarized all aspects of modern society, from the prosperous times of the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties to the industrial revolution of Western civilization, from the Second World War to the reform and opening up of New China, airplanes, television,
Cell phone... After saying this, another day has passed.
In order to ease the sadness in the red lady's heart, Han Mengxiao also said something unscrupulous: "Dear, you guys need to understand clearly, I am a ghost, not a **..."
In the meantime, a few people only ate some snacks and tea brought by the maids. Zi Yihan came once, opened the door and saw three people in the room looking at him with tearful eyes. They were stunned for a moment and took it back.
The foot that stepped through the door turned and left.
In the afternoon, the heavy rain finally stopped, and the sun showed its face, and the orange-red light shone through the thick clouds, which was extremely gorgeous. A maid knocked on the door and came in, saying that Zi Yihan had prepared dinner in the West Flower Hall and asked Han Mengxiao and others to go.
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Han Mengxiao curled up the corner of her mouth and said, "It's hard for us to ignore someone's kindness. After sitting here for a long time, everyone must be hungry. Let's go over."
"Okay, everything is up to my sister!" The red lady stood up and said with a smile.
Han Mengxiao's things in the modern world that she had never even dreamed of diluted her sadness and made her feel warm, that the world had endless possibilities, that there was still hope in life.
West Flower Hall, Waterfront Terrace.
A table of delicacies was set up, but Zi Yihan was not there. The maid said that Zi Yihan had left temporarily. Han Mengxiao disagreed: "In this great peaceful age, he is just an idler, what can he do?"
The red lady smiled and said: "People say that Lord Han is the bloodthirsty demon in hell, cold and cold, but after seeing him in the past few days, I feel that he is very considerate. This is because he is afraid that he, a grown man, will disturb others.
He asked us sisters to speak their true feelings, so we just avoided it."
"Really?" Han Mengxiao looked at the dishes on the table, and felt warm in his heart. If this is the case, then he is intentional. But if this is the case, the relationship between them is just a cooperative relationship, and he must not be like this.