Heavenly Star

Ye Wuchen and Huashuangtian drove to the flower family. Otherwise, the whole street would be impenetrable.

In the car, Hana Zhuangtian glanced at the wooden wheelchair that Leafless would not leave, and couldn't help but ask: "Son, how did you survive? Did you really break the wind and the sun with your own hands? ”

When rumors spread across the continent and countless people were seen with their own eyes, he is still somewhat incredible in retrospect. The first half of him who knew Ye Wuchen was too hard to believe.

“I wish I could come back. It doesn't really matter how I get back.” Ye Wuchen answered casually, then looked up and looked at him with a glimmer: “I did kill the wind and the sun, and he really died, but I came back to life. Since the heavens never stop me, I will let the day change, too. ”

Changing Heaven!?

That plain voice let the flowers roar in the sky.

As usual as Ye Wei's feelings, Ye Wuchen's feelings have become very different from those of three years ago. His body is now weak, but in hiding, he releases a temperament that makes his heart creepy. Seeing him doesn't seem to want to explain anything more to himself. The vague hint just now is already his limit. Flowers and sky endure no more questions. He turns viciously: “Whatever you do, the most important thing is to keep your life. How many people did you hurt when you died?" Remember what I said? No! I'd really like to tear your bones apart if you hadn't been able to stand the torment right now! ”

“I understand.” Ye Wuchen smiled his head: “Don't worry, no one can take my life in the future. ”

The voices remain flat, but the flattening conceals a great deal of confidence emanating from the bottom of your heart. Flowers shook heavenly more puzzling and creepy. What exactly has he given birth to in the last three years? What did he learn from the wandering between life and death?

Ye Wuchen did not let the snow and eyes follow him, but let them stay with Ye Shuiyao, got off the carriage, and the flowers shook heaven and pushed the wheelchair into the door. His technique is naturally unlikely to be as gentle as snowflake eyes, almost dispersing the leaves on the wheelchair. Upon entering the flower family, everyone's eyes “brushed” on Ye Wuchen's body, their eyes were surprisingly large, their mouths were even bigger, but because the flowers shook heaven on the side, these people dared not say a word.

Hua Zhuangtian kept pushing Ye Wuchen in front of Huashui's soft house door, knocking on the door, shouting “Good girl”, then pushing the door open, pushing Ye Wuchen in, then hurriedly closing the door, walking away with his hands and feet, until he walked more than a dozen meters away, before he took a long relaxing breath, leaning heavenly softly: “Great... Mother, did you see that, the heavens have brought back our daughter's happiness..."

Flower soft is 19 years old this year, no longer the young girl who was still naive and shy, the original dispersed soft has also been tied up, even the casual dress behind the head, no longer like a young girl waiting for her girlfriend to marry, but like a little * woman at home, but the soft in the deep bone remains the same, even if the body is still as delicate as that.

At this time, she is embroidering her favorite pattern on a thick coat that has already been made, with a sophisticated technique, focused eyes, faint worries in her eyes and a hint of emotional joy. When she heard the noise, she looked up and suddenly caught Ye Wuchen's eyes filled with guilt and sorrow. Her head snapped and the knit fell out of her hand and then slipped off her leg.

She was insane, silly, and her brain became blank. In her gaze, there was only a shadow of the frontal lobe, and then even his shadow became foggy. Her gaze began to blur, and she became blurred, until the world in front of her no longer had color.

She just fainted in front of a huge impact.

When she woke up, she was snuggling in the arms of a person. In her nose, she heard the smell of a man with her soul around her dreams. She raised her head, looked him in the eyes, and reached out her hand, touching his face. She said softly: “Am I dreaming... even if I dream... every time I can see the husband in a dream, it will be my happiest time, but I hope that this dream will not wake up, there will be no end..."

Ye Wuchen put his hands on her face, and his heart ached and he said softly: “Of course it's not a dream, I didn't want my tenderness, I came back secretly. It's just that I came back too late to make you suffer too much. There's no sound, no feeling, no smell in my dreams. You must be able to hear me, touch my body, smell me, right? ”

In the room with soft flowers, there was a wave and landslide cry. Her cry was too loud and too great. It came out a long way. Most people in the flower yard could hear clearly, and the pain was sore inside. This usually softened to the extreme, I don't know how much sadness and tears have accumulated before releasing such terrible tears. Flower shock is painful and comfortable in the heart, even when she received the nightmare of Ye Wuchen's death, she did not cry so fiercely. He hammered his chest and glanced at all the people who stayed there and yelled, “What are you doing standing still? Get to work! Three, go and yell at me, let him go to Kuri to get a hundred thunder, I see * * * who dares to hurt my son-in-law again! ”

After shouting, he hurried to the inner courtyard because he could no longer bear to hear his daughter cry.

“Well, don't cry. Do you want to tear your husband's heart apart?” Ye Wuchen's hand gently caressed her face and stained the water. He looked at his hand as if it had just been soaked in the water, smiling: "My tenderness is so crying, it must be made of water. ”

Flowers soften and cry all the time, she has too much sorrow and heartache to release, and she can't even talk to Ye. Until he held him in his arms for a long time, cried for a long time, cried tired, too many tears were released, her crying gradually continued, but the mouth still came from time to time with a childlike whimper, and her soft shoulders constantly shrugged.

Her eyes cried red, her face was stained with tears, even her clothes were stained with tears, even her strength seemed to leak out with tears, her body just wanted to lean on him, never to get up again.

“The one who makes you cry is the biggest villain in the world.” Ye Wuchen endured heartache and wiped teardrops from her face with her own clothes and sleeves, quickly moistening the entire sleeve.

“No...” she cried, defending him with a voice: "He is the best man in the world. ”

“If you're a good person, how can you cry? ”

“Because he's back, I'm so happy, so happy...” She clings her body to him, without the sound of crying, but the tears still slide from her eyes: “Great, really great, it's like a dream, I thought I'd never see you again in this life. ”

“How could I not marry my tender wife, how could I let it die?” Ye Wuchen's soft voice. He was so thankful that he had miraculously recovered a life in the original ten dead circumstances, otherwise, the girl's life would be ruined by herself, and her life would be alone.

That's really a big sin.

“Husband...”

“Mmm!”

“Husband...”

“Well, I'm here. ”

“Husband. Husband..."

“Well, I will never leave you again, I will make you the happiest wife in the world...”

“Well... husband, I really want to call you that every day. ”

“Three years later, my tenderness has grown, but I still love to cry like a child. ”

“I... only my husband would make me cry.” The flowers twisted softly for a moment, the way of sound.

“So your husband is the biggest bad man in the world. ”

“Never...”

Ye Wuchen smiled softly, her eyes fell on her scent. Next to her pillow, she lay herself on a tall cloth doll with half a person. From his angle, you can clearly see the five beautiful words embroidered on the cloth doll: “Dead husband Ye Wuchen”.

Ye Wuchen's heart was once again bitter, perhaps this person became her sad time the conversation to comfort the little trust.

Flowers just looked up, she subconsciously followed his gaze, and suddenly saw the doll she embroidered, she would sleep with it every day, her face slightly red, then what did she think, a little panicked, she hurried up, hid the big doll under the quilt, red-handed, nervous: “I... I am so stupid, my husband is fine, but I... I...”

She couldn't help but panic. The word "deceased husband” now seemed disrespectful to her husband.

When she was finished, she panicked and ran across the street, picking up a wooden plaque on the table and putting it in the drawer. Though she moved quickly, Ye Wuchen still saw, it said “the late husband Ye Wuchen position”.

She actually put her cards in her bedroom.

Her unconscious moves always bring him emotions that touch his heart over and over again. In order to refuse to refer to marriage, she made no effort to let her father swear to the Emperor in her stead that she would never marry anyone else in her life. This was not an impulse of an immature girl, but rather her stubbornness stemming from the love she deeply buried in her bones.

“Soft, don't throw them away, okay? ”

“But they... I...”

“Don't throw it away," Ye Wuchen shook his head gently, "because they were all my tender love I thought my proof, I couldn't resist. Will you stay? I want to see them often so I can always remember how soft they are towards me. ”

Flowers softened for a while, then pressed their heads, smiling happily. A smiling face filled with tears, beautiful as a pear blossom after the rain.