[69 Book Bar-WWW.69 SHAU.COM] Now she doesn't need any high-sounding explanation, nor does she want Nangong Che's death to be too sad.
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Qingyu leaned against the couch, his expression was numb, but his heart was still aching.
She thought she had no tears, but once she recalled the past, whether it was happy or sad, her tears would burst into pieces.
Qingyu missed Nangong Che. If he was still there, he would definitely not make her sad. He would protect her and tell her not to be afraid, he would be there!
Thinking of this, her heart became even more sore.
Qingyu stood up, took a fur coat and put it on and left Xiaozhu.
Huamei and the others stayed in their room, not knowing that Qingyu and Du Yi’s conversation would be so short, so when she left Xiaozhu, they didn’t know, but instead let Nangong Lu, who was hiding in the distance, see him.
Seeing that her expression was a little wrong today, she followed her to the temple!
Since these days are the Spring Festival, the people at the foot of the mountain are celebrating the festival at home, and the nunnery seems much deserted.
When Lingyin saw her coming, her eyes were still red, as if she had cried. She was worried about her and asked, "Madam, are you okay?"
Qingyu shook his head and said, "I want to stay here alone for a while."
Lingyin nodded, glanced at the two spiritual positions on the incense platform, with her closest relatives tablets on it, one was her husband and the other was her daughter.
Lingyin thought that the child in Qingyu's belly was a posthumous child, and she also thought that her life experience was quite pitiful. She became a widow at a young age. No wonder she was going to become a monk that day.
Lingyin also said, "Madam, if you have any needs, call me, and I'll be outside."
Qingyu responded, still looking at Nangong Che's tablet.
When the little nun left, Qingyu could no longer hide his sadness. She had a lot to say to him, but now looking at his tablet, she couldn't say anything.
She stayed inside for a long time, and when she left, it was ten in the evening. At that time, the thrush and the others also found it. The three of them had been searching near Xiaozhu for a long time. After seeing her, their expressions were still very panicked and afraid.
She had a mistake.
"Madam, are you okay?" Qingliu asked, looking at her in a bad mood.
Qingyu shook his head without saying a word.
The three of them could only look at each other and then follow her back.
They didn't know that in the dark, Nangong Lu kept looking at Qingyu. He saw Du Yi coming out of the little building, and soon Qingyu became depressed after coming out. I guess he said something.
For this reason, Nangong Lu's eyes became darker and his mood became heavy.
He did not go back with Qingyu. Since the three maids were here, they would take good care of her.
Nangong Lu entered the temple. This was the first time he had entered this place for so long.
Lingyin swept the fallen leaves in the yard. When she saw someone coming, she thought it was a pilgrim. She walked up with a broom and said, "Donor, are you going to burn incense?"
When the little nun looked up at him and his eyes shrank, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his eyes were stunned.
Nangong Lu's expression remained the same, and he just replied, "Yes."
Lingyin had never seen such a handsome male pilgrim. She was really stunning for a moment and felt that he was so dazzling.
Nangong Lu walked into the temple and saw Nangong Che's spiritual position at a glance. The signature below was Qingyu's name or his wife's identity!
His heart also trembled, his thin lips slightly pursed, and the feeling in his heart was speechless.
He felt like a joke, he tried his best but got nothing, and he, a dead man, seemed to have nothing, but got everything!
Nangong Lu's heart was as if he was cutting his knife. He thought that when Qingyu stood here just now, he would definitely call his name in his heart, A Che! A Che...
She had never called him so intimately, even when she lost her memory, she still had her first name and surname when she called him!
"Donor..." Lingyin handed the fragrance to him and couldn't help but secretly glanced at him again.
When Nangong Lu took it, he said, "I want to stay alone."
Lingyin was stunned and replied, "Oh."
For some reason, Lingyin felt that he was a little cold. The cold look at you will make people feel cold from the bottom of his heart to the heels.
After Lingyin left, Nangong Lu lit the incense in his hand. When he inserted it into the incense burner, his eyes flashed with an elite light.
At this moment, he seemed to be looking at Nangong Che. They were born with the same roots, but they fought for half a lifetime. Now they were killed and injured, and both ended up being defeated.
"Are you laughing at me?" Nangong Luqi asked, knowing that he must be laughing at me as a fool.
He was the only one in the temple, which seemed a little quiet.
He asked him again, "You have lived in southern Hunan for seven years over the years, and you should be satisfied even if you die."
If Nangong Che were still alive, he would indeed tell him that the seven years with Qingyu were the happiest time in his short life, so he died without regrets!
However, Nangong Lu's heart was filled with regret. Not only did he not get the slightest love from Qingyu, but he also did not get the slightest understanding of her. Now they are not even as good as strangers.
"Why do you have to have me? If it weren't for you, she and I wouldn't have fallen into this situation today!" Nangong Lu said again, with resentment in his words.
And Nangong Che also wanted to return this sentence to him as much as possible. If it weren't for him, he and Qingyu would have lived together and lived the most enviable life in the world, and would not have fallen into a field separated by life and death!
Nangong Lu stood in front of the Buddha statue, but his eyes were always on Nangong Che's spiritual position, as if Nangong Che's himself was standing in front of him!
When the old nun passed by the nun, she saw someone standing inside. Just looking at his back, she felt that this person was not a commoner at the foot of the mountain.
She walked in, holding the string of Buddha in her hand, and chanted, "Amitabha!"
Nangong Lu had already heard the sound of footsteps, retracted the dim gaze in his eyes, and nodded slightly when he looked at her.
The old nun looked up at him and then said a meditation, "The donor is pretending too slowly. If he can give up some, he can pretend to be like a little more..."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Lu's eyebrows flipped and asked, "What does Master mean?"
The old nun replied, "It's better than a person trying to grab a handful of sand. If that person's fist is too tight, the sand you get must be limited, but if that person can release his fist, he will naturally get more.
Now.”
Nangong Lu didn't say anything anymore, some understanding, some not!
The old nun knew that he would understand, so she said, "Amitabha!" and then left.