Ning Huachen made a ringing: "At this time, it is the opportunity to start."
I was taken to my own room, and Sister Ping helped me lie down: "From childhood to large, there is nothing that young master can't do."
"How can I be so cruel?" My eyes looked at the ceiling numbly: "How can I ..."
"He is such a person, don't tell him any truth." Sister Ping suddenly lowered her voice and grabbed my shoulder tightly: "For yourself, don't worry about others, save herself, and live well."
If I was the life of Fenghuang, why is his life not mine? If he died, would I still have the courage to survive?
Seeing that I didn't say a word, Sister Ping said: "The sky is about to be bright, you take a break, I'll prepare breakfast."
Leave a sigh, Sister Ping left my room, her footsteps sounded in the corridor, and she was strong. I fell on the bed, her hair was still wet, Ning Huachen came in, and she held the hair in her hand: "Blow
Sleep your hair again. "
"No need." I said coldly.
"It's not the first time anyway, I like your previous docile." Ning Huachen laughed. "Why is it so sensitive to blowing hair? Who has done this to you? Fenghuang, or Dubin?"
"It's not about you." I sat up and grabbed the hair dryer in his hand: "Go out, I don’t want to see you now."
Ning Huachen's eyes passed a trace of murderousness: "I will go out to prepare to celebrate."
I closed my eyes, tears rolled down from the corner of my eyes, I hated myself, why did I take risks, why not be with Feng Huang's side. If he couldn't escape, I would also accompany him and swallow the last breath!
Ning Huachen went out, her wet hair was uncomfortable, her fingers passed through their hair, and immediately thought that night, those hands gently stroked my hair, pressed gently, rubbing, rubbing, and careful movements were gentle gentle.
Fenghuang is so careful, and remember that he had asked me: "I'm ridiculous now?"
It is ridiculous, how can it be, that is my happiest moment. Fenghuang suppressed the gentle pouring for more than ten years. I became lucky.
"In a dream, you are asleep, and you don't feel the appearance of me. You just wash your hair and lie on the table." Feng Huang's eyes were deep: "Your hair passes through my fingers, a strands,
The impression in the dream is too real. When I opened my eyes, I felt like I was staying in a dream. Everything in the dream was true ... "
Feng Huang's voice suddenly sounded. He was opposite me now, laughing at me, and wearing a ridiculous clothes with a cape, "Fool, why do you wear this kind of clothes again."
, Stretched out his arms, but fluttered an empty way. Fenghuang was not there, there was only the air, that was just my illusion!
"Fenghuang, please, hurry up like last time, appear like last time ..." Holding hands tightly together, I kept praying in my heart: "Phoenix Emperor!"
"Ruolan ..." Fenghuang's shadow appeared again. This time, I carefully approached: "Are you true?"
His shadow trembled: "Ruolan, I am afraid I won't be able to support it for a long time, I am looking for you."
"Fenghuang, be careful after dawn, don't come to me, Ning Huachen will start with you." I'm afraid that Fenghuang will disappear.
As soon as my words fell, the shadow of Fenghuang couldn't see the human figure, and then disappeared completely. No matter how I called, the information was finally conveyed, and my heart seemed to be a lot of relaxation.
Decided to blow dry hair first, and now the head is heavy, which is not conducive to your own thinking.
At the moment of the hair dryer, my tears fell, because Dubin ...
When I changed the clothes from Sister Ping and slowly walked down the stairs, the three of them downstairs looked at me together. I silently walked to the table and started to eat breakfast. Sister Ping came over and poured me for me.
Warm -hot milk: "Please use."
"Thank you." I said gently.
My calmness made Ning Huachen's eyes tighter: "Why suddenly calm down?"
"Because I know my helplessness." I took the milk and drank it in one breath, whether it was good or bad to drink milk on an empty stomach: "I will insist on the result."
Ning Huachen sneered for breakfast: "It's already opening."
I was stunned in my heart, but pretended to be calm, and the knife and fork on my hand didn't stop until the plate was empty. I put down the napkin: "I want to go out and walk."
Sister Ping took the initiative to say: "Let me take Miss Ruolan."
Ning Huachen's eyes are inexplicable: "Yes."
Sister Ping walked out of the room side by side, stood on the lawn, listening to the sound of water in the waterfall, I went forward, Sister Ping chased quickly: "Don't leave the house too far, the young master will be angry."
"I know how to do it." I looked at Sister Ping. She looked in her forties. Like Sister Lan, she was well maintained and her forehead was smooth: "People and people have been together for a long time, will it be similar to the company?"
"What?" Sister Ping didn't respond.
"Have you been with Sister Lan for a long time?" I said: "It looks like it is, and the temperament is the same."
Sister Ping said: "You are set me."
"You are willing to quilt, or refuse. This is your freedom. I just want to say my own words." I said: "I want to accompany her in the last life of Sister Ping, and I hope my father can appear.
For the last side of the sister, she can leave resolutely for him to make herself a betrayer. This courage is worth this return, which is what he should do. "
"Do you mean a obedience?" Sister Ping said: "You are his daughter, and the daughter of the people who are born in."
I laughed, tears rolled from the corner of my eyes: "You don't belong to the same type, but you have the same name to ordinary people, amateur."
"Love is like this. There are few love between each other. Often you love him, but he does not love you, or he loves you, but you fall in love with others." Sister Ping said: "There is always such a strange circle.
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"Sister Ping, what about Ning Huachen's parents?"
"Dead." Sister Ping said: "Mother died in difficulty in giving birth. His father died fifteen years ago. He has been with me with your Lan, but she is closer to the young master. The young master treats her.
Very dependent, invested more feelings, because of this, when she left, she was a heavy blow to the young master. "
"People always have a soft place." I asked, "Isn't he?"
"No." Sister Ping said: "This is his weakness. He knows what he wants, he doesn't need anything, and he knows what kind of means he wants to use. The dead is just a matter of course."