Mei Gongqing

Wang Xuan was stiff when he heard about this marriage.

His face was a little bluish. Staring at his younger sister, he clasped his lips tightly and said earnestly: "Hey, big brother is the big husband. ”

After spewing the words, he put the doll in Chen Yong's arms with his face on it.

This time, the child did not struggle, she quietly lay in the arms of her mother and gauged her brother with her head crooked.

As the carriage was moving, she flattened her mouth, flattened her mouth again, and lowered her head.

Feeling the smell of her daughter sticking to her neck, Chen Tolerance smiled: “Are you unhappy? ”

The baby grabbed her collar and didn't answer.

Chen Yong reached up and lifted her chin and looked closely at her daughter's face.

At first glance, the baby smashed her hand off and continued to stick it in her neck.

After a while, the doll screamed softly: "Brother. ”

Seeing this gambling child speak voluntarily, Chen Rong and Wang Xuan were both surprised. Wang Xuan lowered his smile: “Don't worry about your brother? ”

The doll ‘Eun’ shouted, "You don't get annoyed with the beauty of life! ”

When the voice fell, Wang Xuan's beautiful face brushed the subway blue iron and blue, while the twins listening on the outside ears laughed in unison.

The laughter swept through the mountains and valleys of heaven and earth.

At this point, it was at the intersection of the three official channels, and the laughter coming from this team led the passers-by to frequent eyes.

Fifty steps away in the pavilion, a man in a fitted fitting glanced at him.

That's it, and he's a bum.

Staring at the slowly coming sign of the motorcade, his low mute magnetic voice slowly came, “Wang Hong Lang?” Sounds complicated.

Standing behind him, a skinny young man dressed as a clerk heard a story and looked closely at the convoy. He came over and whispered: "It was Wang Hong Lang who heard that the Wang family was unstable and invited him down the mountain. ”

Speaking of which, Vincent laughed: “The princess rolled over, afraid not to pay attention to these little dignitaries.” There's something in the voice that I can't tell you how proud I am.

The man under the brass did not seem to have heard anything. He looked quietly at the nearer carriage, low and dumb, and asked: “Has Wang Hong descended? What about his wife and son? ”

“Follow me down the mountain.” The clergyman said, "His lady says she is inferior, but the world says she is generous and brave and has a husband. ”

Seeing the man seemed to listen carefully, Wen Shi added: “Wang Hong is the number one figure in this Jin man's famous personality. I hear his son is also extraordinary. ”

“Son?” the cleric's voice became more dull, and he lowly repeated: “Her son? ”

Looking at the nearer and nearer carriage, the man suddenly stood up and jumped on his horseback.

He moved, and a dozen men in the booth stood up at the same time.

The man didn't come back either, he just said faintly: "Stay here. ”

Go ahead, he rushed out.

Seeing him rush straight towards Wang Hong's convoy, the clerk shouted, "No, my lord, no!” He came here, and he turned his back on his horse, hurrying to follow.

Anyway, the man rushed to the side of the road and didn't know what to think. He stopped.

Over his head, he stood there motionless, as if he had been alone for a thousand years.

He did not turn back slowly until the convoy passed.

So slightly flanked, he looked into the middle of the convoy.

In the middle, there are a few fancy carriages. By the carriage, Wang Hong of Seung Xue in White, and two Jun-soo were too much of his twin teenagers, followed by a horse, joking.

As for the carriage they surrounded with a beautiful teenager, the teenager was leaning on a woman's shoulder with a strong dependence in her stubborn face.

The woman held a handsome little boy in her hand.

The man lifted the cup of clothes gently and looked at the woman.

Seventeen years.

Seventeen years.

She's still so gorgeous, like the peak of the moon. To the sun, to the spring, to show her splendor without hesitation.

Unlike before, there were no more green marks on her face, and she was perfectly familiar.

Her divine colour was serene, her eyes were always fluttering, and she was not sharp.

Her face, her eyes, is only peaceful, only peaceful, only a spoiled cat is lazy.

It seems that she has not seen the darkness for many years, that she has forgotten her claws and that she no longer possesses her sharp.

It seems that all she remembers is stretching her beauty and comfort toward the sun, as if she had died but lived so far away in her life, and all that remains is sunshine and happiness.

Looking at him, the man found a little bitter in his eyes.

It's a strange thing. How many years? He thinks he won't have tears, he won't have vulgar feelings anymore.

He was trying to rush the past.

But when he looked at it, he suddenly didn't want to go.

How could this woman be so comfortable? In this world, chaos, killing, pain and death have become the dominant tone of the human race, failure and sorrow, all over the earth. How many Hans lined up and the crown threw itself into the river.

How is all this suffering and suffering no longer relevant to her?

How could she live so well? Does she own the only piece of pure earth in the world?

Looking here, the man couldn't help but look at Wang Hong.

Seventeen years ago, that Junyi Shinghua teenager, still Junyi, just matured a lot.

Look at him, man. Slowly, slowly lower your head.

So he stood beside the road, so he stood where no one could see him. The man gave a gift to Wang Hongliu and said in a low voice that he could hear: “You are full of talent, but you ignore it... Then I still have to honor you, you can finally protect this woman and give her a piece of pure earth. ”

How happy and loving is it to be a laid-back widow in this world?

How tough and short is a man in this world who can get a sharp, fierce woman to put away her claws and her whip and stand behind her and keep her out of the rain?

At this point, Wang Hong, who was moving forward with Zema, seemed to feel something, and he slowly turned his head.

At the moment he turned his head, the man pressed down the casket and ran away.

What he saw was just a shadow of the man's great shore.

This shadow is so familiar and so strange. It has the blood of a thousand armies, and it has the strength of a man above the world.

Watching, Wang Hong raised an eyebrow. At this time, Chen Yong gently curious voice came, “Qilong, what are you looking at? ”

Wang Hong turned his head.

To his wife and to his children who leaned on her, he smiled and said softly: "It's okay.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)