Lin Yu drove twenty-one in a row, four or five or six o'clock. Not only did he win the gambling house, but he also sent him to the prison of the Ministry of Justice. The news spread quickly, and it was spreading that the city was full of wind and rain, and it became a street.
Alleys, topics to talk about after dinner.
Those storytellers were even more popular about this matter. Suddenly, all major teahouses and inns could hear about Lin Yu’s deeds. Some innocent and innocent little girls like Ning Xin admired Lin Yu even more.
Those young young people basically showed envious and even jealous eyes, and they all secretly swear in their hearts that they should take Lin Yu as the ultimate goal of their life.
However, Lin Yu stayed in the capital for two days and left directly. Those ignorant spectators and listeners would never see the desolate and bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.
Only one person can truly understand the mood. When you see him smiling brightly, you will never see the tears behind this bright smile...
Before we knew it, heavy snow fell from the sky. In a blink of an eye, the vast land had become a world covered with silver. The howling north wind added a bit of bleakness and coldness.
When I stopped and looked, what caught my eye was a piece of white, dazzling snow-white!
"Stingy, will it snow in the Central Plains in winter? I have never seen what snow looks like. My sister said that the snow scenery is very beautiful. When this winter comes, will you accompany me to see it?"
At the end of the white world, Lin Yu seemed to see Liu Ziqing again vaguely, showing a pure and cute smile, blinking his big watery eyes, pouting his cherry mouth like May, and talking to him.
Huhu... Huhuhu...
A cold wind blew by, blowing the white snow on the branches and losing Lin Yu's sight. The figure in his eyes that he had been thinking about day and night turned into a few flying snowflakes and fell on the ground.
Lin Yu's eyes were no longer clear, and a blurred light flashed. After stopping in the white world for a long time, he leaned down slightly and picked up a pile of snow. He held it in his palm.
Very soft and very icy.
Maybe Lin Yu would never know that just when he held a handful of snow and missed Liu Ziqing, Yiren, who was thousands of miles away, was also missing him.
Jiangnan, Aolin Villa:
Liu Ziqing sat lazily in the courtyard alone, looking bored at the blue sky, the white clouds floating by slowly, and the birds passing by occasionally.
"Qing'er, what are you thinking?" Liu Zimeng saw her sister in a daze alone. Although she had guessed eight to nine points, she still asked this question.
When Liu Ziqing saw her sister coming, she said like a child: "Sister, I think of a traitor. I wonder if he is doing well now?"
Liu Zimeng wanted to say something, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, then she swallowed back what she wanted to say, and said softly: "Qing'er, do you really like Mr. Lin?"
Liu Ziqing thought for a while, nodded heavily, and replied: "Well, I'm very happy to be with the thief, he will protect me."
Liu Zimeng paused for a moment and asked, "Qing'er, but Mr. Lin..."
However, before Liu Zimeng finished speaking, there was already a little mist lingering in Liu Ziqing's clear eyes.
Liu Zi dreamed of this scene, so she did not continue talking. Instead, she held Liu Ziqing in her arms, gently stroked the three thousand black hairs scattered on her shoulders, and comforted her softly: "Qing"
Son, why are you still with the kids? Do you like crying so much?"
Liu Ziqing, who was still holding back tears, couldn't help but cry when she heard her sister's words and she burst into tears.
After crying for a while, Liu Ziqing slowly stopped crying and asked with tears in her eyes, "Sister, does he not like me?"
When Liu Ziqing's question was heard, Liu Zimeng didn't know how to answer. Lin Yu undoubtedly loved her sister, but is it really possible for them to be together? The ravines between them and the one in front of him.
The ravines are like deep and deep. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces. Neither Lin Yu, Qing'er, or himself, there is no possibility of crossing it...
But Liu Zimeng didn't want to deceive her innocent and innocent sister. She has lived in lies and deception all her life. She didn't want to treat her only sister like this, so she had to quietly choose to remain silent.
Seeing that his sister did not answer, Liu Ziqing thought she was agreeing to her question, so she started crying loudly again, crying while scolding Lin Yu. She kept scolding until she was tired, and this was what she thought of in Liu Zimeng's arms.
I fell asleep deeply.
Qi Feiyang saw this scene from a distance, and a jealous anger flashed in his black eyes. However, he did not walk straight towards Liu Zimeng's sisters, but turned around and walked towards an extremely secluded place.
Qi Feiyang had just entered a secret room, and before he could speak, a gloomy and urgent voice came from the hall: "Myster Demon, you are here, how are Qing'er now? Are you okay?"
Qi Feiyang bowed and bowed, saying, "Report to the sect leader, Miss Qing'er is fine, but..."
"Just what?" Before Qi Feiyang's words could be finished, the voice of the leader of the Demon Sect came over quickly again.
Qi Feiyang couldn't help but tremble when he heard this and replied repeatedly: "It's just that I'm in a little bad mood."
Before Qi Feiyang's words could be completely finished, a long sigh came from the hall. Then he suddenly slapped the stone table and scolded angrily: "Young Master Gui is not successful, but he is defeated."
The guy who has no choice but to throw his life on it, but also caused so much trouble to this sect. It's really outrageous!"
Hearing the angry scolding of the Demon Sect leader, Qi Feiyang immediately felt shocked and did not dare to say anything more, for fear of saying a wrong word, which would cause him a murderous disaster.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the angrily vanished from the Demon Sect Master, and he asked coldly: "How is the situation in Shi Qianshan and Feng Jianping? Can we proceed as planned?"
Qi Feiyang hurriedly responded respectfully: "Report to the sect leader, everything is ready. Just wait for the martial arts conference to be held, and you can control the entire Central Plains martial arts according to the original plan."
When the leader of the Demon Sect heard this, he was overjoyed and called out three words "good" in a row: "Okay, okay, okay, it's been carefully prepared for twenty years, and finally it's going to be realized. The order will continue, and everything will go according to the original plan.
There is no way to make any mistakes. Whoever dares to stop me or ruin my good deeds will be killed without mercy!"
Qi Feiyang responded respectfully: "Yes, sect leader, let's do it now!"
After Qi Feiyang withdrew, the leader of the Demon Sect sat on a high stone chair, stared at the stone door for a long time, then stood up gently and walked straight over.
At this time, his blood was boiling all over his body. He had been waiting for this day for twenty years. The dream of twenty years was about to come true in his hands. How could he not be excited?
The door of the secret room was pushed open, and a woman in plain clothes was sitting bored on the bed, staring at a small wooden comb quietly in a daze. She could not see any expression on her delicate face, her clear and watery pair
There was also a bit of confusion in my eyes.
The door of the stone chamber was pushed open, but she didn't even raise her head, let alone look at someone, and there was no change in her expression. It seemed that the person who came in had nothing to do with her.
"Su Su, Su Su, I'm here to see you!" The leader of the Demon Sect lost his previous majesty and gloom, but instead looked like a little husband who deliberately pleased his wife.
The woman named Susu still didn't look at him, and responded in a cold tone: "Oh!"
The leader of the Demon Sect was bored, and the joy just now faded, and after a moment of pause, he began to continue saying: "Su Su, do you know, I have been thinking about twenty years, and the life of unifying the world is about to be done.
It will be realized. At that time, we and Qing'er can live together every day!"
Hearing this, the woman named Susu suddenly raised her head, and her dull eyes began to emit a ray of light, and she asked anxiously: "Where is Qing'er, Qing'er, where is she now."
, I want to see Qing'er!"
Seeing that she had reacted, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect couldn't help but feel a little more joyful on his face and said, "Su Su, Qing'er is in the villa now."
Before the Demon Sect Master could finish his speech, Su Su had already stood up straight and planned to walk outside the secret room.
However, when he first walked to the exit of the secret room, he was hugged tightly by the leader of the Demon Sect.
"You beast, let me go quickly. I'm going to see Qing'er!" Su Su glared at the leader of the Demon Sect with a fierce look and shouted sternly.
The leader of the Demon Sect shook his head and replied, "Su Su, Qing'er is living a good life now. You can wait patiently for a year at most, and I will definitely let you see Qing'er. Let you mother and daughter be together every day,
Do you think it's OK?"
Su Su struggled for a while, and saw that she could not break free, she gave up. She glanced at the leader of the Demon Sect and shouted in a cold voice: "This is what you said. A year later, if I can't see Qing'er, you will
I can only see my body.”
The Demon Sect Master's expression changed slightly when he heard this, but he didn't continue to say anything. He just nodded heavily and said, "Okay, Su Su, I promise you!"
After the words came, the leader of the Demon Sect calmly faced, waved his sleeves, and left the stone chamber straight away.
After the leader of the Demon Sect left, Su Su sat on the bed again, staring at the small wooden comb quietly in a daze. At some point, there was already fog in her clear eyes, and tears flowed silently.
Got down.
That little wooden comb was used to comb her daughter's hair when she was a child. But now it has been fifteen years, and she hasn't been combing her daughter's hair. I don't know if her daughter has grown up now,
Isn’t the three thousand black hairs all up her waist? I wonder if this little wooden comb can still comb her hair...
After thinking of this, Su Su lay on the bed, pressed the small wooden comb tightly on her face, and began to cry silently...