But suddenly there was a layer of mist attached. Zhang Shaoliang said to her, don’t cry, but he himself cried.
He said, "Girl, if there is a next life, can I take care of you, okay?"
Luo Ling shook her head and shook her head desperately. Zhang Shaoliang was slightly sad, but smiled bitterly to help him: "Oh, my girl is so ruthless..."
"I don't want you to take care of you. If there is a next life, let me take care of you. No matter where you are, let me go to your side and take care of you..."
Luo Ling attached to his ears and burst into tears.
The moment before losing his mind, Luo Ling did not see it. In his eyes, the clear spirit that had returned to the past in an instant, but it was fleeting. She raised her eyes and looked at the closed eyes.
Question: "I said so... have you been moved? Then don't die... would you stay?"
"I said so, can you stay? I haven't taken you to visit the capital yet. There are many places that you haven't seen yet, and you really don't look at..."
The lips that were always slightly bent are now tightly pursed, and can no longer say anything deliberately joking. Those bright eyes could no longer look at her with a smile. She regretted why she didn't find out earlier.
,If she had known earlier, she would be kind to him, not to argue with him, and not to compete with him for delicious food...
She numbly held the body that was gradually losing its temperature in her arms, and her body moved slightly, but she saw the folding fan that fell out of his arms at some point. She unfolded it, and it was the "our beloved man" who wrote about dragons and phoenix dancing.
.
She remembered Shuiyue saying that he had always kept this folding fan close to his body and was reluctant to use it.
Warm tears fell on the folding fan, and the ink-written handwriting was spent. Luo Ling quickly wanted to wipe it clean with the cuff, but after wiping, he saw the blood stains on the cuffs that were stained on the folding fan.
"Sorry...I've got your stuff dirty, I'm sorry..."
Luo Ling cried while holding the folding fan away, not daring to touch it again.
Yuwen Haoyu stood at the corner not far away, looking at Luo Ling's heartbroken look, an indescribable feeling surged in his heart, like bitterness, but more, helplessness, sadness, and regret...
…
For the first time, he began to be jealous of someone, envy, admire him, and admire him, and that person is now lying in the arms of the woman he loves the most and will never wake up.
He still remembers the first time he saw that guy, he leaned against the door of the Cao Mansion's central hall, looking at them with a shallow look, three points of laziness, seven points of laziness, and seven points of laziness, and a gorgeous blue robe
, hanging it casually on your body, very eye-catching.
At that time, perhaps no one of them would have thought that one day, they would become good friends who would be together in life and death, and he would lose his life for them...
Unconsciously, Yuwen Haoyu had already walked behind Luo Ling, slowly lifted up his trembling body, and locked it in his arms.
He suddenly felt scared for no reason. He was afraid that Luo Ling would always be so sad. He was afraid that the guy lying at his feet would occupy a position in Luo Ling's heart that he could not replace.
"Let's take him back."
He whispered, Luo Ling nodded, dragged his increasingly cool body with difficulty, and walked step by step into his bamboo house.
There are many cherry blossom trees planted in the backyard of the bamboo house. This season, all of them have fallen into decline, bare and ugly.