While Lu Han was concentrating on reading the notes in his hand, Mu Yan on the opposite side actually did not fall asleep, but sat in front of the window, lit a candlestick, and kept looking at him quietly.
Seeing Lu Han's sad look, Mu Yan became more curious about what was recorded in the notebook, and even more curious about the dead Xiaorou...
After watching for a long time, Mu Yan became a little jealous of the woman named Xiaorou.
Jealous of her being able to make Lu Han feel so sad for her.
After a while, Mu Yan couldn't help but shake his head and smile, smiling at his own scrupulousness, and he would actually be jealous of a deceased woman...
After a long time, seeing that Lu Han had no movement, she sighed softly, then closed the window and went to rest.
At this time, Lu Han had read the content of the notes to the last few parts, and beautiful words came into his eyes. He seemed to be able to hear them in a daze, and Xiaorou murmured softly in his ear.
...
The genius young master was found to be terminally ill and suffocated by a doctor. Is God joking with him? If he leaves, what should I do?
...
The young master's strength declined and he finally passed away on the fourth day. He left so suddenly... The moment he saw him die, my heart was broken...
It felt particularly painful.
...
After the bizarre reason of the death and resurrection, the young master changed and became no longer cold. Today he actually smiled at me, and his smile was so warm. He actually called me Sister Xiaorou and asked me to call him Xiaohan, Oh my God, is this true?
...
After a big change in personality, the young master is getting better and better with me, and of course my feelings for him are getting deeper and deeper...
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I heard from Mr. Ying that the young master met Chu Qier, whom she liked for many years, and the two seemed to be very speculative. While I was happy for the young master, my heart was aching.
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The young master and the young master of the Yi family made a three-year agreement. Although the young master has now become an ordinary person and has chosen the martial arts that have no way out, I still firmly believe that he can defeat the young master of the Yi family and regain his glory in the past! He is the most outstanding genius in the Yun Dynasty, and no one can match it.
...
Gradually, I read it and found that all the things recorded above were related to Lu Han.
When he turned the notes to the last page and saw the last passage, Lu Han suddenly burst into tears!
...
The young master left.
I didn't dare to go to the city to see him off, I was afraid that I wouldn't help crying in front of him.
Looking at his back as he drifted away, I knew that the young master had his world to break through. How could a person like me be worthy of him?
My feelings for him can only be buried in my heart...
I don't want anything, I just want to be able to look at him from afar, that's enough.
Although I know that it is impossible for him and me to do so, I still want to tell him loudly what I think, and I want to shout to him: "Lu Han, I love you! I, Wang Xinrou, love you!"
...
All the records end here. For some reason, Xiaorou did not continue to write...
I slowly closed the notes, and at this time, a few bright rooster crows came not far away.
It was almost morning, and the sky was gray and it was drizzling.
Lu Han looked out the window with tears in his eyes, feeling mixed emotions.
He doesn't know!
He never knew it!
Xiaorou's feelings for him were so deep!
"I have never loved you, but you have given all your love for me..."
After murmured this, Lu Han wiped his tears, stood up neatly, pushed the door out, looked at Mu Yan's closed door, took a deep breath, and quickly walked out of the courtyard to find a guard, asked Xiao Rou's burial place, and quietly left the general's mansion and walked towards Xiao Rou's burial place...
...
Not long after.
Liu Ting, Lu Lin, Ying Lao, and of course Qin Yun all gathered in the front hall to prepare for breakfast, but they didn't see Lu Han and Mu Yan coming.
At this time, Chai Lie, Fang Lou and Xue Yan visited one after another. After all, many people have not seen each other for many years. Lu Han rarely came back this time. They all wanted to take this opportunity to gather with Lu Han more.
Just as they were about to send someone to call Lu Hanzhi, Mu Yan suddenly rushed into the front hall, greeted everyone, and hurriedly looked at them and asked, "Where is Lu Han? I just went to find him and found that he was not in the room."
Everyone shook their heads, but they didn't know.
Where can he go early in the morning?
Just when everyone was unable to figure out their minds, Liu Ting suddenly said, "I think I know where Han'er has gone."
Hearing the sound, everyone turned their inquiring eyes to Liu Ting.
Liu Ting said with some sorrow, "He should have gone to see Xiaorou."
When everyone heard Liu Ting's words, they suddenly realized.
…
East of the city, by the green river.
A lonely grave is built on the shore.
In front of the grave, a young man in black robe with a black long sword on his back was standing.
This young man is Lu Han.
He was drizzled with the rain, and his mouth slowly curled up. A hoarse sentence came out from his dry throat, "I'm here to see you..."
At this time, Lu Lin and his group came from a distance and slowly approached Lu Han. Finally, they stood a few steps away from him, quietly looking at Lu Han standing in the rain.
With Lu Han's current strength, it was easy to avoid being contaminated by raindrops, but he did not use any strength to resist the invasion of the rain.
The cold rain hit his face, making him feel very comfortable and sober.
Liu Ting wanted to step forward to get an umbrella for Lu Han, but was pulled by Lu Lin beside her, "Don't bother him."
Turning his head and looking at Lu Lin's extremely solemn face, and then looking at Lu Han's Xiao Ji's figure in the rain, she hesitated for a moment, but still stood firm.
I don’t know how long it took, Lu Han, who seemed like a statue, suddenly moved. He slowly approached the cold tombstone, then owed his body, stretched out his hand to touch the tombstone. After a moment of silence, his eyes were warm and he said affectionately: "Xiao Rou, I love you."
Hearing Lu Han's words, many people standing behind him were stunned.
What's going on??!
Among these people, Liu Ting, who had read Xiaorou's notes, vaguely guessed why Lu Han said this.
He is fulfilling an unrealized dream of Xiaorou...
Mu Yan frowned deeply. Although he was moved when he saw this scene, he was a little unhappy.
Isn’t his lover Chu Qier?
Didn’t he love only one person?
So who is Xiaorou?
…
After Lu Han said this, he was silent for a moment and said, "I said I love you, have you heard it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Han slowly lowered his head and approached the tombstone little by little. After a few breaths, his lips fell on the tombstone.
The next moment.
A wild flower that could not be named in front of the tombstone suddenly bloomed.
In the drizzle and breeze, it blooms particularly beautifully.
It sways gently with the wind, as if a living elf is dancing with the wind.
After Lu Han Guang saw the wild flowers that were hiding in bloom, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, "You heard..."
Next, Lu Han simply sat on the ground, put his hand on the tombstone, looked at the little flower under him, and recalled the time he had been with Xiaorou in the past...
The corners of my mouth were always raised, but my dark eyes were filled with sadness that could not be hidden.
The rain doesn't stop.
Everyone present stood quietly in the rain, without saying a word, with a serious expression and a very heavy atmosphere.
Time just passes by minute by minute...
...
But it is:
The rain chants in my ears, pondering on the past and scenting on the fragrance.
The heart-burning sighs with regrets in the sky, and the flowers bloom like words caressing the soul.