She lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on her hair, and a few strands hung on her chest. The snow-white silver threads formed a sharp contrast with the fiery red silk skirt on her body, becoming more dazzling and dazzling. What she had been trying to ignore was
At this moment, it surged up like a tide again. Not long ago, all the warmth in her heart disappeared. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help but roar in her heart, trying to say something, and roared out angrily.
But the next moment, all the anger was silently extinguished as if it had touched water when it was covered with a gauze cover on the top of its head.
He sighed and tied the knot around her neck.
After careful sorting, she held her hand: "I knew you would think too much. I had no other intentions. I just wanted to have a good time before we parted, like normal lovers. I know we can't go back.
Go, and I know how severe the harm that happened to you was. But I hope you are better than anyone else.”
Before he understood his heart, he personally ruined the possibility between them.
In this way, he had long lost the qualification to make her happy.
so……
He closed his eyes and his decision would be correct.
Qing Jiu stared at him in a daze, and a gentle smile was still on his face, but she felt the smell of loneliness in that smile. Her heart was inexplicably touched at that moment. "Xiao Qi, do this,
At all..." It was useless. She wanted to say this, but the words seemed to be blocked in her throat. She couldn't make such a simple syllable. Finally, she closed her eyes and said, "Get out." They could still reply
Go? He is just a simple action now, and she will doubt his motive. Just like this time, he arranged everything for her, but he was a little inappropriate, and she would think he was thinking...
The following time, she felt that she had spent it in a daze.
She just followed whatever Xiao Qi said and did. Their hands were held together, like the most ordinary couple.
But she knew something was missing.
Without the initial cultivar and the initial sincerity, her heart is now covered in scars. How could it be said that it can be repaired by repairing it?
"This young master, let's draw a portrait with his wife."
They left the teahouse and were stopped by the shop owner when they passed by a painting vegetarian.
"portrait?"
Xiao Qi became interested.
"Yes, young master, draw a picture. It only costs one or two silver coins. When you and your wife have a lot of children and grandchildren, you will look at the past memories. How great is it."
"A lot of children and grandchildren?"
Xiao Qi murmured, and a strange light shook slightly in his eyes.
First I yearn for it, then it became dull.
He held Qing Jiu's hand tightly, and she felt pain, and then she really woke up and looked back at him, "What's wrong?"
"Let's draw a picture."
"Pictures?" He was not without painters in the palace, so why should he draw here?
However, the next moment, before she could refuse, Xiao Qi pulled him in. The shopkeeper immediately called out the painter enthusiastically, laying the canvas, and not giving her the chance to refuse. After the painter took out his pen
She didn't want to say anything else, and stood with Xiao Qi unwillingly.
His bracelet was around her waist, and his cool hands made her stiff all over.
"It's okay, it'll be fine soon."
Recognizing her discomfort, Xiao Qi said softly in her ear.
Her warm breathing blew behind her ears, and her body became stiffer.
"Oh, madam, don't worry, soon, just..." The painter comforted her and looked at the veil on Qing Jiu's face with some embarrassment.
Xiao Qi also saw it along his sight.
Suddenly, I was in a dilemma.
He wanted the two of them to appear on the canvas together. At least, if he could survive in the future, he would have a thought, but if she didn't want to, he wouldn't...
"Draw it."
Feeling his hand on his waist, Qing Jiu lowered his eyes and slowly lifted the gauze cover on his head.
It should be fine here.
But even with her eyes down, she could clearly feel the artist's shock.
But that gaze was blocked by Xiao Qi's unkind gaze. The painter nodded apologetically at Xiao Qi, then pinched the brush, but his mind was filled with the scene he had just seen... The beauty and white hair, it was really
What a pity that such a beautiful lady.
The painter quickly calmed down and painted the two in less than half an hour.
Xiao Qi tied the veil again for Qingjiu, paid the silver liang, and walked out of Huazhai with the scroll.
"Go back."
Qing Jiu looked up at the sky, and the morning glow was everywhere, and the day was almost over.
The body beside her froze after she finished saying this, but she nodded and looked slightly at a jaw. Soon, a carriage stopped in front of them.
It was completely dark when I returned to Huayin Palace.
"Snake, this day has not yet ended..."
"so what?"
"Can you accompany me to another place?" He stood outside Huayin Hall, his face covered by shadows and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"..." Qing Jiucui slowly clenched his hand beside him, but he shook his head firmly: "Look, I don't want to. This... is already the limit."
“…”
Xiao Qi's mouth became dim in an instant.
He forced himself to pull the corner of his mouth, "..." He wanted to say something, but felt that everything was futile.
Still not...
"I will leave tomorrow." She took a deep breath and raised her eyes: "You promised me."
"...I will let you go."
He held the scroll in his hand tightly, looked at her with an expressionless last glance, turned around and walked into the bedroom, slowly closing the door in front of him.
The door was closed, and he felt his heart completely closed.
Taking a deep breath, turning around, my eyes dimly seemed to have lost everything...
There is one last place.
There is one last place...
...
At night, a faint light lingers in the entire quiet bedroom. On the bed, Qing Jiu opened his eyes quietly, staring at a place, but his mind was in chaos. During the day, she thought she would be quick.
What he forgot, but clearly appeared in front of him. He drooped the gentle gaze when he personally scooped her soup; he followed the master of the sugar-pinning man to pinch out the satisfying expression that the first sugar-pinning man handed her; he scooped up by the stream
The anxiety of water splashing on her; the seriousness of him when he was in the teahouse, he accompanied her to listen to books...
One by one, those scenes she thought she didn't care about.
But it seems to be engraved in my mind, so deep and so heavy...