Mrs. Wang's chest felt sore and tears welled up in her eyes. However, she saw the person in front of her wearing a purple robe and a flower belt. Although she was not very old, the wrinkles on her face were vaguely visible, and a few hairs were faintly visible among the black hair on her head. However, in her pale face,
We can clearly see the demeanor of that handsome young man from Dali Kingdom back then.
Through the hazy tears, the past events emerged in my mind one by one like auspicious light. In an instant, time and space changed, and Jiangnan, a country of water, suddenly turned into Dali, which is like spring all year round, and the bricks, tiles, and grass in front of me
At this moment, the wood also transformed into the Wuliang Mountain that had been filled with camellias for more than ten years.
With the flick of a finger, beauty grows old in an instant.
Mrs. Wang's temper was as fierce as fire, and her thoughts were up and down. The lover she had longed for was right in front of her, which made her heart surge and her heart fluctuate. She subconsciously took two steps forward, and then seemed to realize something, and shouted: "Duan...
...Duan...you...hello!"
"So you two are old friends? I don't need to introduce you. In that case, I'm going to find Yu Yan. Please ask my aunt to entertain this distinguished guest from Dali for a while."
Seeing the scene in front of him, Murong Fu knew that he should leave. If he stood here any longer, he would be in the way. He was not the kind of reckless man who didn't understand the charm.
"Okay, very good. Reinstatement. You can go down first. Yuyan is practicing martial arts in the back garden. You can go find her. I will chat with Mr. Duan here for a while."
Mrs. Wang was both happy and shy at the same time. She was nearly forty years old, but at this moment she showed a trace of the coquettishness of a young girl who had just begun to fall in love. She looked embarrassed as if a lover had been discovered for the first time. She was afraid that Murong Fu would see the clues.
She tried her best to cover it up, but her demeanor at this time had already exposed everything. Even a blind person could tell that there must be a problem between the two. That's why a professional player like Murong Fu, who maximizes the self-cultivation of an actor, can do this
Turn a blind eye and remain calm.
Murong Fu silently mourned for a moment of silence in his heart for his cheap uncle whom he had never met before. Presumably, this elder's grave must be covered with green grass and towering green trees. However, he was not a hypocritical person.
Putting the things in the car behind, he got up and walked to the back garden, leaving room for the old lovers who had not seen each other for more than ten years to express themselves. In order to quickly escape from this embarrassing situation, he also used Qinggong.
Although Duan Zhengchun is not professional in his feelings, he treats every lover sincerely. Even if he loses his life for it, he will not hesitate to do so. Previously at Xiaojing Lake, in order not to lose face in front of Ruan Xingzhu, he knew he was no match.
He must insist on fighting Duan Yanqing alone. When he saw Mrs. Wang in front of him, all the bad things he had done in the past had long since melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and all the thoughts in his mind were all the tenderness and sweetness of the past.
Before, Murong Fu was at the side and it was inconvenient to talk. Now that Murong Fu left, he could no longer hold back the emotions in his heart. He took three steps at a time and came to Li Qingluo. He grasped the beauty's catkins and looked at her affectionately.
He looked at her with endless longing in his eyes: "A'luo, A'luo, how have you been in these years?"
Having lived in the frost for many years, the sorrow and anger in this affectionate glance had long since passed away with the wind after a few calls. Instead, there were countless soft threads and endless affection.
With tears welling up in her eyes, Mrs. Wang reached out a hand to caress her old lover's cheek: "Mr. Duan, you are old."
This ordinary greeting is worth thousands of words. It is heavier and more affectionate than any words packed with rhetoric, snow, moon, wind and flowers.
What Duan Zhengchun saw along the way was the blooming camellias and the dense fragrance of the flowers, which he had long thought about. The arrangement of the camellias was exactly the same as the garden Li Qingluo had when they stayed and flew together in Dali.
"It turns out that you always remember it." Duan Zhengchun choked.
"Remember, I haven't forgotten a moment for more than ten years." Mrs. Wang whispered.
The next moment, Mrs. Wang seemed to have thought of something. She took out the hand held by Duan Zhengchun, flicked her sleeve, and said angrily: "Humph, you remember, you just remember! Have you ever had a moment in the past ten years?
Have you ever thought about me? You have your Zhennan Princess, and countless foxy girls are having fun outside, and you have long forgotten about me, who is as good as a pupil or a willow. We are orphans and widowed mothers. We don’t have to worry about Zhennan King, so please leave.
Bar!"
As he said that, he turned his back and hid his bare hands in his sleeves, trembling slightly.
Duan Zhengchun just wanted to express his heartfelt feelings, but the next moment he realized that there was something wrong in Mrs. Wang's words, and he was shocked and said: "A Luo, you mean..."
Mrs. Wang turned around and stared angrily at the betrayer in front of her. The look in her eyes clearly confirmed Duan Zhengchun's suspicion.
"That's it, that's it!"
Duan Zhengchun said: "I saw the girl next to Murong Fu in the Deaf and Mute Valley that day and became suspicious. It turns out that she is indeed A Luo's daughter! This is really..."
He paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and looked at Mrs. Wang with questioning eyes. Under the gaze of his lover, Mrs. Wang Xiafei nodded slowly with her cheeks.
Although the two old lovers have been separated for many years, their past love has not changed at all. Many things can be understood with just one look. After all, the distance between the two could not be closer.
"Yuyan, Yuyan, what a good name. Has this child been married to someone else now?" Duan Zhengchun asked. "Wait a minute, could it be that the daughter of the Wang family that Murong Fu said is me, the Yuyan child?"
Mrs. Wang said: "Yuyan, a child, has been rubbing shoulders with her cousin since she was a child, so it is natural for her to fall in love with her cousin. Although I have tried to persuade her, the child just didn't listen, so I left her alone."
Suddenly, Mrs. Wang seemed to realize that there was something wrong in Duan Zhengchun's words. Out of a woman's keen intuition, Mrs. Wang asked doubtfully: "That's not right, Mr. Duan, why did he mention Yu Yan to you when he was reinstated?"
In fact, Duan Zhengchun only needed to tell a lie at this time to get away with it, but he knew that one lie required countless lies to make up for it. In addition, he had not reunited with Mrs. Wang for a long time, so how could he bear to lie to her?
So he hesitated for a long time and then said carefully: "I wanted to betroth one of my daughters to him, but he refused. He said that he already has a sweetheart."
When Mrs. Wang heard Duan Zhengchun mentioning his daughter, she knew that the daughter must be the daughter of him and another woman. She felt angry and unhappy. She heard that Murong Fu rejected Duan Zhengchun's kindness and only loved his own girl.
I feel a little better.
Then he snorted coldly: "Huh? I didn't expect that woman Dao Baifeng also gave birth to a daughter for you? But I don't know what it looks like?"
Duan Zhengchun smiled awkwardly and muttered: "She's not Phoenix's daughter..."
"Not Dao Baifeng's daughter?" Mrs. Wang said in shock. Then she realized the truth of the matter and said angrily: "Then which vixen did you give birth to through your philandering?"