He grabbed her hand, put it to his lips, and said to her with an extremely serious expression and tone: "I don't know how. Have you forgotten that when others said you were a monster, I didn't waver?"
More than half. No matter who you were in the past, you are just my wife and the mother of my children now. You know how much I love you, and I don’t want you to hide anything from me. If you love me too, tell me
." He wanted to know where her hometown was, and if she really left one day, he would also know where to look for her.
Should I confess to him about this? She was a little shaken. "It's not that I want to hide it from you. But you may not believe it if I tell you. Even I have always doubted whether my past was a dream."
He promised without hesitation: "As long as you say it yourself, I will believe it."
The first sentence left Monk Zhang Er scratching his head. She had never cared about military affairs, so why would she predict the future war to him for no reason? Things like the "Armistice Agreement" were even more bizarre. Even he, the former Secretary of the Forbidden Army Palace,
The supreme general had never received any news, so why did she suddenly talk about it? Although he didn't understand her intention, he had no intention of interrupting her and allowed her to continue talking.
"Many years later, the governor of Kaifeng will have an adult named Bao Xiren. This man is fair, upright, and upright. The people will call him Bao Qingtian. Many years later, the Song Dynasty will move its capital to Lin'an. At that time, there will be a general
An outstanding general emerged to guard the territory of the Song Dynasty. This man's name is Yue Fei, and his famous name will go down in history. But even so, the Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom will be cannibalized and replaced by the Yuan Dynasty established by the Mongols."
She spoke calmly and calmly. He who was sitting opposite him was completely stunned.
"After the Yuan Dynasty came the Ming Dynasty. The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty was named Zhu Yuanzhang, and his capital was Yingtianfu, Nanjing. The Ming Dynasty lasted for more than three hundred years and was replaced by the Qing Dynasty established by the Manchus. The Qing Dynasty ruled the Central Plains for 96 years. It encountered the Revolution of 1911 and was
Mr. Sun Yat-sen overthrew. Mr. Sun established the government of the Republic of China in Nanjing. Finally, the Republic of China was replaced by the People's Republic of China established by the Communist Party of China. It has been a thousand years since today." At this point, she paused, and her thoughts seemed to be drifting far away.
, flew to the south of China in the 1st century. "And my hometown is on the land of the People's Republic of China."
The images of hometown, relatives and former lovers passed before my eyes in an instant, and all the longing and guilt finally turned into tears welling up in my eyes.
After a long while, seeing him sitting blankly without saying a word, with a slightly flustered look in his eyes, she asked with a wry smile: "Why, don't you understand?"
As smart as he was, he had roughly guessed what she meant. He also saw the sadness boiling all over her body when she mentioned her hometown. The contradictory and complicated emotions were like snowballs, growing bigger and bigger in his heart. She missed her relatives so much.
, but he was so obsessed with her.
Gong Yueyue thought that he didn't believe it or didn't understand it at all, so she smiled heartily: "All the things I told you are things that will happen one after another in the next thousand years. Let's not talk about the distance, about Youzhou City
Things will soon prove whether what I said is true. At that time, you can think carefully about why I know what will happen in the future."
He finally responded: "I understand now... you are trying to tell me... that you are a person from a thousand years in the future."
She touched the smooth quilt and asked nonchalantly: "Is it hard to believe it?"
"If someone else says it, I won't believe it. But I know you won't lie to me." Although it sounds unbelievable, he is willing to believe her. He firmly believes that his Gong Yueyue would rather say nothing than never bear it.
Deceiving him. No wonder no one could understand what she said "Gang Ba Dad". No wonder her parents couldn't accept him. It wasn't that he was bad, but that they couldn't see him at all. Thinking of this, he felt a little better.
Glad.
"Oh, it depends on your performance. If you bully me or make me feel uncomfortable when you serve me, I might fly back in a swish one day." After she finished speaking, she noticed the look on his face.
The blood color was instantly withdrawn, and she quickly tugged on his sleeve and coaxed him softly: "I'm kidding you."
He froze, a thin layer of anger gradually appeared on his face, and his voice became dry and hoarse: "I don't like this joke. If you don't like me one day, you can hit me and scold me, whatever you want,
Just don't leave me... Unless you want your child to lose his father, I'm serious."
She blinked, nodded, and said obediently: "I know."
He realized that his attitude was too cold and harsh, and wanted to lighten the atmosphere, so he moved over and hugged her with the quilt in his arms. "I know it's selfish for me to say this, but the child and I are also your relatives. You miss your parents."
When you are here, don’t forget you and us..."
She rubbed his chin with the head of her head, stretched out her little feet from under the quilt and stepped on his big feet. "Well, I know. I should have known I wouldn't tell you. Why are you so glass-hearted?" She took out the child and pressed her down at every turn.
She, it seems that from now on, the two of them will join forces and join forces to make her, a mother, unable to fight back.
She was still complaining silently in her heart, but his Adam's apple vibrated again: "What will it be like in a thousand years?" He seemed to be very interested, knowing that she was special, but he never thought that she was so extraordinary.
"There is no such blue sky, nor such fresh air. There are reinforced concrete buildings everywhere, and there is greasy smoke everywhere. But even so, I still love it very much." As she spoke, her face was covered with tears.
A proud smile.
"We don't know how to do Qinggong, but everyone can fly in the sky. We don't need to meet each other, we can talk to each other using mobile phones or computers. We can make cars run fast without horses. In our era, wars no longer require thousands of armies.
Wanma, you only need to launch a missile to blow up a city."
He listened in confusion, but he also knew that as time went by, everything in the world would undergo earth-shaking changes. If his interest did not diminish, he would have plenty of time to learn more about her in the future. But what he wanted to know most now was
It's - "What will you look like a thousand years from now?"
She chuckled: "Actually, I'm older than you. When I left my hometown, I was already twenty-seven years old. It's only when I got here that I became Yang Yiyi, so I was so young." So how could he fight?
Can you beat her? You can only accept your fate and be bullied by her for the rest of your life.
"When I was in my hometown, I was taller than Du Ruotong, and my skin was not as white as it is now, but I had good-looking eyes and a mole between my eyebrows. I knew some kung fu, but it was not the same as yours. My weapons were neither knives nor knives.
The sword is a Clock 17, a nine-millimeter caliber pistol." At this point, she stretched out her hands to make a pistol gesture in front of him, suddenly turned around and aimed at the stupid him, and said naughtily: "To deal with you like this
Yes, one bullet is enough. BANG~" After saying that, he blew the "muzzle" loudly.
Naturally, he still had a partial understanding of what she said, but he tried very hard to remember it in his mind. So he looked a little dull and cute. She couldn't help but hug the "pistol" and kiss him.
Speaking of weapons, the pretty girl naturally thought of her profession and her colleague and lover. Without thinking about it, she blurted out, "What kind of couple are Jiang Haoran and you?"
Gong Yueyue was a little embarrassed: "You really want to know? It's better not to let it go..." It was very stressful for her to confess her love history with her ex-boyfriend to the most jealous person in the world.
He shook his head first, then nodded immediately: "I want to know." Since he had asked the question, if he didn't get the answer, he would sooner or later suffer internal injuries.
She saw him asking about Jiang Haoran again and again. If she didn't tell him today, she would still ask about him tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. She simply made up her mind and said to him: "He and Pan Zhuqing look exactly the same. My first
When I met him once, I was a little undercover. Well, undercover means similar to a spy. I lurk in the school and pretend to be a little girl. Er, a little girl means a little girl gangster, do you understand?"
"I understand, go on."
"He was still a young policeman who was just starting out. When he was patrolling, he saw me smoking with a group of boys in front of the school. Well, smoking is a bad habit similar to drinking. When he saw me, he actually came over to teach me that I should
I should study hard not to fall in love prematurely." When she said this, she smiled unconsciously, with a charming light in her eyes: "I remember that at that time, he was thin and tall, wearing a new uniform, and his face looked like a sculpture.
He's good-looking. I'm not bragging. Just look at Pan Zhuqing and you'll know how handsome he is. Especially his eyes, which are young, stubborn and full of energy. Many girls looked at him like a nympho. I fell in love with him at first sight and kept staring at him.
He saw that the cigarette had burned his fingers and he didn’t even notice.”
He wanted her to stop right there, because at the moment he was feeling sour as if he had poured a whole vat of vinegar into his mouth. But what came out of his mouth was: "What happened next?"
"Later, he walked for a while and accidentally glanced back at me, and found that I was still looking at him. He turned around and walked back again, pulling me away from the group of boys. I had a mission at the time, but something went wrong.
I was dragged far, far away by him... That's how we started." Even though her love for Jiang Haoran has faded from her heart, recalling this experience of acquaintance, she still couldn't help but blush on her cheeks.
Zhao Changyuan's nose trembled slightly, his eyes were dull, and he said bitterly: "You seem to really like him."
Still addicted to the past, she responded: "I used to really love him because he was really good."
He lowered his head, his expression difficult to distinguish between emotion and anger in the flickering candlelight, but his tone was obviously sour: "How wonderful it could be..."
Jiang Haoran's plot was playing in her mind, and she didn't notice the bad mood of the people around her. When he asked this question, she responded with excitement: "Well, he is handsome, humorous, decisive in killing, and has a cool demeanor.
He wears clothes tastefully and has a great figure. And he sings beautifully. I really like to listen to his singing, especially Eason Chan's songs. They are almost originals, you know?" (To be continued)