The sun gradually rose, and the sunlight filled the farmyard.
The light was a bit strong, causing Meng Jia to squint his eyes.
He looked at the date tree outside the window. There were a few shriveled dates on the treetops swaying in the morning breeze, rustling, just like his mood.
I try my best to keep someone, but the tighter I squeeze, the harder it is to keep him, like sand in my hand.
He said: "Did you write the letter I asked you to write?"
Mu Yunhan said calmly: "No, I owe him several lives. I have no shame to say this. I told him before I left that I would let him do what he wants to do, but now I have to write another letter to persuade him to help you.
I can't do it."
"Even if it's for the sake of all the people in the world?" Meng Jia said, "He can help that traitor in Fuchuan, why can't he help me?"
Mu Yunhan smiled slightly: "You and I are not Uncle Jiu, how can we know what he thinks? If you have such a question, why don't you ask him personally?
Are you afraid of being rejected and losing face? Are you afraid? Are you shy? Or are you deliberately trying to embarrass me? You are a man, and in this area of Baojiang, how many children dream of becoming you. How can this be possible?"
"What's wrong with me? If you don't obey, bite me!" Meng Jia shouted unreasonably.
To others, he is the calm and self-possessed General Meng; to Mu Yunhan, he is always the arrogant and willful Young Master Meng Meng Youqian.
Mu Yunhan sighed, walked up to him, and gently held his big hand.
Meng Jia was startled, and a blush crept up from her neck to her cheeks: "You...what are you doing? Men and women don't kiss each other!"
"Brother Meng Shi, thank you." Mu Yunhan looked into his eyes sincerely and said softly: "Thank you. After so many years, so many people and things, you still treat me as you always have. I am very grateful."
Meng Jia understood that her sudden tenderness was just a farewell to him.
Regardless of whether he agrees or not, she will always find a way to leave.
Wu Yanzhuang is also here, and many of Lanjing's old friends are here. They will find a way for her to send her away, which will only cause more trouble.
He couldn't keep her.
Suddenly his eyes were red and his nose was sore. He lowered his head, not wanting her to see the tears and pain and disappointment in his eyes.
But he couldn't bear to look at her because it was too much to look at.
So he tried hard to suppress his tears, raised his head stubbornly, pointed his nostrils at Mu Yunhan arrogantly, and stared at her from under his eyelashes, looking like contempt.
Mu Yunhan didn't care, she smiled slightly: "I especially hope that a few people in this life can be safe, happy, healthy and live a long life, such as Xiaoying, such as Xiaoan, such as you."
So in her mind, he is just like her relative?
But her relatives can stay with her forever, but he can't.
Meng Jia wanted to cry, but his pride did not allow him to cry in front of her. He threw her hand away, lowered his head and hurried out, saying in a rough voice: "Don't do this! My mother is just
You gave birth to me, but you don’t have any brothers or sisters!”
He walked in a hurry, and ignored anyone who said hello to him. He hurriedly got on his horse, whipped his horse hard, and rushed out like a meteor.
Xiaomi was a little anxious: "Madam, he won't get even more angry and stumbling upon us, right?"
Mu Yunhan shook his head gently, let out a sigh of relief, and felt a little more relaxed on his shoulders.
If she had said the same thing before, Meng Jia would not have listened, but after experiencing so many people and things, he should be able to understand.