Su Yan never give up [Flowers Bloom Slowly] Part.2
In the vast wind and snow, Su Yan stood dumbly, watching the man take off his bamboo hat, thinking about the stunning face that he thought he would never see again in this life, appearing in front of him, there was sobs in his throat and he couldn't speak, but tears welled up in his eyes.
Even to the ends of the earth, he still found me.
"There is always a place where I can find you, no matter where I am." The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the coldness disappeared in an instant with his gentle expression. He raised his long arm, and raised his slender palm in front of the crying woman, and stretched it out stubbornly, "Follow me.
, didn’t we make an appointment? When I come back, I will marry you.”
She still has green eyes and snow-skinned skin, still calm eyes, and still has a red rope around her waist decorated with emeralds, indifferent and gentle.
If it is a dream, I would rather sleep for a long time without waking up.
He couldn't remember how he dropped the broom, or whether he took the initiative when he got close. By the time Su Yan was sure that everything was reality, he was already hugged tightly by Su Buqi.
"I've been looking for you for four whole years."
Just this sentence made her cry again.
How many people did she hurt and how much pain did she make him suffer by leaving without saying goodbye? Zhongzhou is vast, how many mountains and rivers did he travel to find this place? He thought that hiding in a no-man's land would mean being separated from him forever, which would absolve himself of his guilt.
She felt that she could devote herself to begging for a son for Bai Qige, but unexpectedly, he still came.
Four years, thousands of days and nights, he never gave up on her.
A low exclamation interrupted the emotional atmosphere. Suyan turned around in panic, and saw the old nun who was even more frightened than her with his mouth half open. After a long time, he stroked his chest and sighed: "Really, this is really... the poor nun said that Madam
The marriage is not over yet, look, isn't this a search? Come on, come on, come in, the donor will come in too, it's cold, don't let my wife catch a cold."
Is this situation so embarrassing? Su Yan blushed and was speechless. She just broke away from Su Buqi's arms and was grabbed by his wrists. Her expression seemed as if she was not allowed to leave even half a step further.
"Sorry for disturbing you."
Bowing slightly, Su Buqi walked into the nunnery calmly, his warm palms wrapped around Su Yan's delicate hands. Even in a nunnery, there was nothing unnatural.
"The donor belongs to Madam...?"
"Already engaged."
"Ah, is he Madam's husband?" The old nun glanced at Su Yan in confusion, tilted his head to think about it, and said with a sudden look, "That's it. Madam has been reciting sutras every day in the nunnery to beg for a son for the queen, but she doesn't recite sutras.
She sat blankly and seemed to be thinking about someone. When the poor nun asked her, she said she was thinking of 'him'. It seems that the donor is that 'him'."
"When did I say that? Did the master remember it wrong?" Suyan was anxious and her face became even scarlet. Only when she saw the old nun covering her mouth with a smile did she realize that she had been teased.
After four years of living together in a deserted monastery in the mountains, the nun and Su Yan had a stronger relationship than family members. Although those who worship the Buddha should be pure and abandon their emotions and desires, seeing Su Yan find her home, the nun was still happy for her from the bottom of his heart.
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A small red clay stove with blazing charcoal fire, the deep cold outside the nunnery is completely isolated, a bowl of porridge and a dish of side dishes, the simplicity is completely incomparable with the luxurious life of the palace in the past. However, Su Yan enjoys this simplicity very much, and there is no power dispute.
The intrigues, only the close ones by your side, and the joyful reunion after a long separation, so warm.
He raised his head slightly and looked at Su Buqi quietly. His face was as before, and there was still no wrinkle in his eyes. It seemed that time was frozen to him and would never pass. Thinking about himself again, he was already much more mature than before.
, or should we say it was the vicissitudes of life, the distance between the two became wider and wider.
While lost in thought, Su Buqi suddenly turned his head, and when their eyes met, Su Yan was flustered and blushing. Su Buqi was as calm as ever, without speaking, and Su Yan was speechless with a slight raise of his eyebrows.
"I'm just curious...you haven't changed in all these years, you haven't aged at all." Su Yan hurriedly covered it up, speaking incoherently.
"the same as you."
The overly concise dialogue was rather monotonous. The old nun looked at Su Buqi and then at Su Yan, and shook his head with a smile: "We are born from the heart, the heart is not old, and people are not old. Madam has been accompanying the poor nun in the nunnery for the past four years to endure hardships, and her hands and feet
He is no longer as delicate as before, but his character has remained unchanged. Even the fact that a person is crying while looking at the empty scenery is exactly the same as before. Today, he can expect the benefactor he has been longing for. According to the poor nun, now
My wife is happier than she has ever been!"
Su Yan lowered his head and said in a slightly lower voice than before: "When I see my old friend, I will naturally feel better."
With her hand still clasped in his palm, would she call him an old friend? Su Buqi remained calm, picked up the old nun's old tea cup and raised it towards the old nun: "Can I trouble you to pour two glasses of water?"
"Yes, yes. Although the nunnery is small, there is still some coarse tea. The donor will wait for a while, and the poor nun will go and boil water to make tea."
Seeing the old nun getting up and leaving, Su Yan became more and more embarrassed, but her hand was held tightly by Su Buqi, leaving her with no way to escape and no way to escape.
Su Buqi did not touch the food in the bowl. As soon as the old nun left, he put down his chopsticks and turned to Su Yan. His serious look made Su Yan panic: "I ask you formally, will you marry me?"
"I...many things are not as simple as I thought..."
Su Yan's hesitation made Su Buqi silent for a moment, then suddenly let go of his hand and turned his delicate face away.
"If you don't want to, just give up. It's just wishful thinking on my part."
Suyan was immediately speechless after being replied by neither soft nor hard. She lowered her head and stared blankly at the palm that had lost its warmth. Her heart felt sore and painful - she just said that because she didn't know how to answer. How could he be like this?
Understand? She just didn't dare to expect or respond to him. What she wanted was a promise from him, because she couldn't convince herself to feel free to be with him!
He held back his tears and refused to let anyone laugh at him, but when a touch of warmth passed by his ear, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
The tone of his voice concealed gentleness.
"Consider this your answer."
Withdrawing his fingers that were wet with tears, Su Buqi wanted to say something more to make Suyan happy, but then he realized that he was used to being reticent and didn't have that skill at all, so he had to hold her hand again and put it in his palm - it seemed that he had been
Since then, he has only expressed his feelings in this way, clumsily and simply.
Su Yan was not a stupid woman. After listening to his tone, she immediately realized that what she just said was deliberately provoking her. She was glad that Su Buqi was not a heartless person, but at the same time, she realized that if she continued to look ahead, she would be really hurting others.
Has.
For four years, a man spent four years searching for her. This persistence was enough to prove his true love. To back down would be unforgivable cowardice.
"I've always envied Sister Qi Ge." Su Buqi was slightly stunned when she spoke suddenly. Su Yan raised her head tremblingly, trying to bravely face those seductive and sinking blue eyes, biting her red lips gently,
"Sister Qi Ge can always tell her whether she likes it or not. She also dares to fight for the life she wants. I want to be like her but always can't."
Su Buqi didn't seem to know the purpose of these words. He frowned slightly, and there was a little tenderness hidden in his slightly questioning eyes: "Some things don't necessarily need to be said clearly. If you don't want to, I won't make it difficult for you."
"No, you have to say it."
Faced with Su Yan's unexpected stubbornness and excitement, Su Buqi chose to listen silently, in the nunnery with the fire burning, and in her eyes that were determined and desperate.