[69 Book Bar-WWW.69 SHAU.COM] Nangong Lu certainly knew this truth, but he was not the person involved. Of course, it was easier said than done.
He sighed in his heart and said quietly, "There are many things in the world that you can't let go by just letting go. I can't bear to give up my feelings for your mother, even if I have never been loved by her."
Nangong Lin was silent, but he still didn't understand. Since he had no hope to persevere, why should he work so hard?
"Father, your persistence is because you have never gotten it before, so you persist. If you get it, will you not cherish it so much?
Nangong Lu thought so at first, but in the seven years he lost her, he fully understood his heart. He loved her, and he didn't know when it started. When he suddenly realized it, he was already in love.
!Later, after he got along with Qingyu, in memories without hatred and sadness, he found that the feeling of peace was more important than anything and could not be replaced!
He replied, "I thought so originally, but in the seven years since your mother left, I have never forgotten her. I often wondered, if I hadn't done that, would everything have become different?"
Nangong Lin continued to ask, "But you know that your mother will not forgive you anymore. Even if you protect her for the rest of your life, she will not be moved. Even so, will you not give up?"
Nangong Lu responded, "Well, don't give up, this is the punishment I deserve! As my mother said, if she hadn't met me at the beginning, if she had come up to talk to me without kindness, I wouldn't have asked for it.
Marry her, then she doesn't have to marry her on behalf of others. Now she is the queen of Yuguo, living with the person she loves the most... And if we didn't meet seven years later, I wouldn't have given her because of my unwillingness.
If you forcefully take it away, Nangong Che will not die, and they can still live together in a simple way!"
When Nangong Lin heard him say this, his heart felt like he was being pulled up. These words were even more sad than saying them from Qingyu!
He wanted to comfort the man in front of him who was hurt by love, but Nangong Lin couldn't say a word.
"Lin'er, if you meet a woman you like in the future, remember not to hurt her!" Nangong Lu suddenly reminded him. He didn't want his son to go on his own path, and he was entangled with regret every day and night.
, He still couldn't realize this wish, and he wouldn't have thought that Nangong Lin's emotional path would be more difficult than he would in the future...
"Father, don't worry!" Nangong Lin replied. Seeing his parents' relationship so difficult, he silently warned himself in his heart that no matter what kind of woman he meets in the future, he would not give in to him no matter what kind of woman he met in the future
If you are sincere, only in this way will he not be hurt, and will not be as humble and embarrassed as he is...
However, emotional matters cannot be controlled, and some people cannot be controlled by themselves. Once they encounter them, even if they turn around or look back, they can be worrying and dreaming!
Only three hundred years of accumulation of fate can bring about an encounter once in a lifetime, let alone being together...
Nangong Lin would not have thought that ten years later, he was not only entangled with love, but also condemned by his conscience, which was even better than today's Nangong Lu. Just like all the men who were in the position of the emperor, they had their whole lives.
It's destined to lose something!
Nangong Lin gave all the pastries to Nangong Lu, and he knew that he needed these things more to comfort his inner melancholy and sadness.
"Father, you have to take care of yourself. I will come to see you again during the Chinese New Year!" Nangong Lin said, glanced at him deeply, and then left.
Nangong Lu nodded and stood in the yard and watched him leave until the child's back gradually faded away, and he did not take his eyes back.
He felt that he owed this child, which made him lack true maternal love as soon as he was born, and this guilt would not disappear because of the child's understanding, because he would have a second child soon, but he would have gone as soon as he was born.
Father's love seems to be his and Qingyu's children, and neither can get the complete warmth of the family!
Nangong Lu thought about this and was worried about Qingyu again. He had not visited her yet, nor had he given her a fresh camellia!
He glanced at the hill ahead, where it was the source of all his concerns. So he picked a yellow camellia in the yard and left the house...
When he came to Qingyu's small building, he saw her squatting in the yard, as if she was repairing the fence.
Nangong Lu wanted to step forward to help, but after taking a small step, he stopped. He promised her that he would not appear in front of her again in the future.
Qingyu simply rectified it, separated a small place in the fence, and then took out all the chicks in the wooden barrel.
Nangong Lu understood that she was raising some chicks and ducklings here now!
...
He always looked at her so secretly, coming every day, regardless of wind or rain. Sometimes, he would smile because of her smile, and sometimes, when he saw her thinking about things in a daze, his thoughts would gradually go away!
For several days, Qingyu wanted to raise chicks and ducks, so she walked a little longer near the yard. One day she found a fresh camellia under a big tree. She picked it up and looked at it.
I looked around and didn't see any camellia nearby, and I felt strange.
Curious, she came to this place the next day and picked up another pink one, which was fresh, with dewdrops on it.
At this time, Qingyu was already sure that some people deliberately placed these flowers here, and the only one who knew that she liked camellia was Nangong Che...
Qingyu never picked up the flowers, as if she had never seen them before. Every time she passed by this big tree, she just looked at the ground. At that time, there was always a camellia under the big tree and was quietly placed.
There.
In a blink of an eye, three months have passed in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this winter seems particularly cold.
Qingyu calculates the time, and there are more than ten days left before the Spring Festival.
"Madam, wait!" Lingyin shouted. Qingyu is now a regular guest in the temple, and Lingyin and she are also very intimate.
As usual, Qingyu was about to go back after sipping the incense, but she stopped after hearing her voice.
"What's wrong?" Qingyu asked, seeing her running out in a hurry, it seemed that there was something urgent.
Lingyin said, "Master wants to see you."
Qingyu was also surprised. Although she came to the temple every day, she didn't talk much with the old nun. When she met every day, she just nodded and greeted her.
"Oh." Qingyu didn't ask much, responded and followed Lingyin to the old nun's meditation room.