The Chongfei Manual

Chapter 94

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Song Hui stagnated and thought he was wrong.

Wei Zheng wanted to see him at this time?

His head was dizzy, he never indulged himself to drink that much wine, he only felt that he was not right, and he replied with this sentence. He licked his brows and his voice was very stupid: "What happened to Aite's sister who was looking for me?"

The silver building looked at the lake heart pavilion, and the people there were still pushing cups, and no one noticed the situation here. Song Hui did not bring the maid, he dared to help her: "The woman did not say it, but it seems very urgent, Song Shizi is with me to see it ..."

Although Song Hui drank more wine, he did not reach the point where he could not walk. He waved his hands and separated them, he took two steps and barely stood upright on the beach. He lowered his head and got up and woke up: "Bring me in the past."

In the eyes of the silver building, there was a hint of a color that was not easily detected, and the path was well arranged: "Please come with me."

Song Hui did not say anything, and followed behind him.

There were lanterns everywhere in the Ziyu Mountain Villa. There was a stone pillar every 100 steps. The stone pillars are illuminated with a giant canopy, which makes the entire courtyard bright and bright. Even the stone path under the foot was clear. Jintaiyuan had a part of the lakeside pavilion, as it was the place where the girl lived, it was arranged far away. Walking through the cobbled path, and then through the long, hand-held veranda, there was a colorful peony flower bud, and behind the flower garden was Jintaiyuan.

After walking through this passage, Song Hui's mind was clear, but still not awake.

He slightly covered his head, and the couple was always warm and smiling, for example, Mu Chunfeng's eyes only left loneliness and loss. He remembered that Wei Wei had spoken to him during the day and raised a bitter smile on his lips.

She had a marriage contract with Wei Wei since she was a child. He knew that there was a little doll since the age of six. When she grows up, she will marry him. When his wife, he worked with her for a lifetime. At that time, he still did not know what it meant to be a pro, and only knew that he could not get rid of him in the future. This was her little tail, she had to take good care of him, not let him suffer any grievances. Then, taking care of him became a habit, and gradually it felt as sweet as it was, and there was only something left in his heart, and the others could no longer enter his eyes.

She is satisfied with the day she hoped to become a relative with him, but she suddenly says that she does not want to marry him, She never touches men and women.

He has someone he likes ...

That guy wasn't him.

Song Hui originally thought that as long as he disagreed, as long as he walked into her house, he would love her in the future and she would be moved. Unfortunately, he thought too well. Without destiny, there is no fate. He didn't even have a chance to touch her. The marriage became a bubble, and she was still alone. All of these bamboo baskets were filled with water, and they all shaved their hair.

Song Hui walked in a daze, and his mind was filled with Wei Wei. At this moment, he could not find a place to think about other things. So that Wei Zheng wanted to meet him, he did not think too much about it.

The silver building took him to Jintaiyuan and stopped under a large banyan tree in the courtyard. There was no one under the tree, not seeing Wei Zheng's figure. He said: "My name is not here yet. The boy waited here for a moment. He'll be here any minute."

Song Hui did not think much, his head was getting sicker, and he rarely showed some tired colors. He leaned against the trunk, his eyes were closed and he did not say a word.

The silver building silently looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Did Shizi's son drink alcohol?"

He could not bear to answer, just a little "hmm".

Really soft and juicy. No wonder Miss Four and Miss Wu liked her. Miss Wu would rather get it regardless of her reputation ... The Silver House was calmly thinking in her heart, if Miss Wu can succeed tonight, after successfully marrying her, she It must be a dowry. His dowry status was high, and perhaps he could still wait around him. If she was lucky enough to be seen by him, she would become a mother in the income room ... It's not bad to say that he can't get his eyes. The silver building was winding and I thought about it very far.

He was very quick to return to God. Right now, he still had to help the five young women to do things. After the five women succeeded, they had a chance to change it. He saw Song Hui not speaking, recalled the words Wei Zheng had given, and pretended to be anxious: "Why the woman has still not come ... Xu was too far away, and his path was delayed. My woman lives in the easternmost room, and the child is here. Wait a minute, the blind man went to see what happened. "Suddenly remembered something, patted her brain and suddenly realized:" Today, Miss Four came back from the back hill, it seemed like her body was not very good, my lady went to see her, she said, it may take a while to delay. "

Song Hui's body was a little stiff and he couldn't help but ask: "Auntie is sick?"

Yinlou said that she nodded at the location: "Hui is something dirty in Houshan. I heard that Miss Si wasn't so good when she came back, and her face wasn't good."

Speaking calmly to see Song Hui, seeing her really cared, not only complaining that the most caring in the world was still Miss Four. When she said that Miss Wu was in a hurry, she had no waves on her face Now, when she heard that Miss Four was in poor health, she immediately became nervous.

She did not know whether Miss Si was sick or not, but it was true that Wei Wei's face was not good after she returned from the back hill. He saw it with his own eyes.

The silver building pointed to one of the wing paths: "The lights in Miss Four's room were already extinguished early, so I must have been feeling uncomfortable, so I'll take a break."

After saying that he stopped talking, he walked to the east side of the wing, "I went to see Miss Wu, and the son of the world waited for a while."

Song Hui stood under the banyan tree and stared at Wei Wei's room for a long time.

Is he sick? It was still good when I watched it during the day. Why am I suddenly sick at night? Have you asked the doctor to see it? Song Hui Ming Ming did not want to think about it anymore, but he could not help but care about her. As long as she remembered her beautiful and aching little face, she showed a pitiful appearance and said, "I'm not comfortable", I can't help but feel gentle.

In the end, he still could not let her go. In the past few years, he had gotten used to taking care of her. Just like his bones, he had melted into his body and could not give up. It's a slap at night.

Song Hui waited for a quarter of an hour, but did not see the silver building return. After hesitating for a long time, I finally walked into Wei Wei's room.

Under the porch, an octagonal light was hung, the lights were dim, and a gentle breeze blew in, blowing light and swinging, and even the shadows trembled. He stood in front of the door and raised his hand to knock on the door.

His hand was raised in two, but he suddenly woke up and stopped.

If you're worried about his condition, won't it come tomorrow morning?

Moreover, they had already said quite clearly during the day, since there was no marriage contract, what position did he care about? Even if you go in, what can you keep? He has someone he likes, at this moment, he doesn't want to see her, he shouldn't embarrass her.

He stood outside the door and did not have his next move for a long time.

He had to be numb for a long time, and he let go and walked back.

Wei Wei said that he was only a brother, how could he have a brother crouching in the middle of the night? Since there is no fate, then do not give yourself hope, and that is good.

Can you care about him in the future? He thought about the matter, his footsteps stopped, and he immediately caught a glimpse and continued moving forward. I can only care about it in my heart. The person who cares about him is no longer his.

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After Song Hui left, Jintai Academy fell silent.

Not long after, the eucalyptus slowly came out from a body figure.

The holy gem of Xuan Qing Bao Xiang, wrapped in his handsome and straight body. The moonlight touched the top of her head and illuminated her beautiful and delicate face. The small birthmark under the corner of her eyes reflected the white light, which made her have a beautiful and beautiful beauty. His eyebrows are eyebrows, and when you look at people, his eyebrows are slightly raised, there is always a sense of being unruly.

It was Li Wei.

Li Wei stood in the shadow and was never found.

He leaned against the wall and heard the dialogue between Song Hui and Yan, knowing that Wei Wei was sick.

He looked at the darkly painted wings not far from there, thought for a long time, and finally stepped forward.

He had a lot of things to ask her, for example, did she really resign with Song Hui? Was he better off with Zhao Wei? Where can they sleep with them? The more I thought about it, the harder it was to cover up the anger and shocks in the chest. She was clearly the least qualified to ask him. After all, they saw both eyes. He is better with whom, and has nothing to do with him. But I can't help it, even if they meet at the same time, they want to see it more and talk more with it.

He clenched the emerald gold in his hand and walked step by step to the door of Wei Wei's room. He planned to return this item to her tonight, and after returning it, he would be careless. Seeing this from time to time, I don't always think about it, and I don't want his mind to get stronger.

He stood in front of the door and raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Are you sleeping?

He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and pushed open the door and entered the room.

The door was dim and there was a sweet scent on the nose. There was not even a night in the house, silent and silent. Doesn't that hurt, how could no one care? Li Yan slightly looked over, walked into the inner room, passed the landscape painting screen, and through the bright moonlight outside the window, could barely see the sight of the bed.

There was a man lying on the bed, and his hair was scattered, and he was facing him. The small figure, which looked extremely fragile, made him pause for a moment.

At this moment, he looked extremely careless, not facing the cold and disgusting, weak and small to make him tremble.

The man on the bed was covered in a thin blue-white blanket, and Xu was awakened by his movements. He thought it was strange, coughing and whispering: "Water .. well, water ..."

For the first time, Li Wei walked into the morgue of the girl's house and had no experience. He was a little nervous, but he heard this voice but he was embarrassed, although this voice was soft and audible, there were still some gaps with Wei Wei. Wei Wei's tone of voice was softer, softer and could be crisp into the bones, than it was now, some involuntary. Li Weizheng wanted to think more, the people in the bed coughed again, and the bustle was more than a few words: "Gold, give me some water ..."

Li Wei knew that Wei Wei had a name called Jin Wei.

Maybe because of the pain, the voice changed.

He did not immediately leave, stared at the figure on the bed for a long time, and then the ghost made him go down to the round table and pour a glass of water. Go to the bed, lift him from the bed and hand him to his mouth: "Drink."

He felt that he was not too sick, didn't he say that he sent a donkey? Why do you stay to take care of him?

What is the relationship between thirst and thirst?

Thinking of this, he frowned and was about to push her away. The delicate body was affixed without warning, and his arms wrapped around his waist, preventing him from leaving.

He wears very little, only a thin blouse, and nothing more. So that Li Wei could clearly feel the curvature of the girl, small and beautiful, like the feeling of pressing her on the root of a wall during the Shangyuan Festival that day.

The little girl hugged him tightly, even her cheeks on his arms, sadly spoiled: "I'm so cold ..."

Li Yan was a stiff body, only to feel that there was fire in her stomach, and it was hot.