Daiyu's beauty is rare in the world, and her thoughts are tied to Jia Cong, which makes Jia Cong obsessed with her as if she is possessed by a demon. He stood blankly at the door frame, staring at the beauty who looks like a fairy under the candlelight, and wished to abandon the world and just want to support the beauty.

But he was about to take a step but dared not move anymore.

At this moment, in this situation, he knew that as long as he was willing, the beauty would naturally fall into his arms, but how could he be willing to treat Daiyu like this?

When a lifetime is short, but long, he will place Daiyu? Will he suffer with him and wander with him?

Even if Daiyu wants it, he doesn’t want it!

Even the bird knows how to build a nest for his beloved partner. Does he, a big man, live by love?

Although people are disgusted by the world, who is not a person in the world? Who can leave food, clothing, housing and transportation?

Thinking of this, Jia Cong immediately woke up, smiled slightly at Daiyu and turned around and left.

Seeing Jia Cong staring at her for a while, Daiyu was still resolutely turned around and left. She couldn't help but be stunned. Her heart suddenly felt a tingling pain, as if someone had stabbed her heart with a needle, which made her breathing difficult for a while.

The sweetness of her face immediately became a little bitter, but the obsession in her eyes became even stronger.

"Sister, don't worry, I will pick you up one day, and we will never have to separate again by then. Sister, believe me!"

Jia Cong suddenly stopped again, turned his head, and said to her solemnly. In addition to infatuation, his eyes were filled with more tranquility and perseverance.

"good……"

The thorn in Daiyu's heart suddenly turned into a stronger sweetness and love, wrapping her whole body tightly, and isolating her from the noisy world.

"Okay, I believe you, I'll wait for you..."

Daiyu murmured, tears flashing.

Zijuan was speechless, watching him/her be willing to be lingering but stop polite. After hearing what Jia Cong said, even Zijuan was moved by it.

The momentary emotion was too easy, but it was too difficult to take care of someone for the rest of her life. She could see that Jia Cong loved Daiyu very much, and Daiyu also loved Jia Cong very much. But the two of them could restrain their lust, which was called Zijuan even more in love.

Seeing that Jia Cong had already gone out, Daiyu was still standing in a daze in the candlelight and staring at him in a daze. Zijuan hurriedly walked up to him and said with a smile: "Girl, the old lady should urge you again in a while."

Daiyu was suddenly awakened and quickly agreed, lowered her head, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were circulating. She was so charming that she couldn't tell under the candlelight that even Zijuan couldn't help but feel moved when she saw it.

Just as the master and servant were stunned, someone outside shouted, "Miss Lin, the old lady's meal has been set up, and I'll tell the girl to come over."

Zijuan smiled and said, "Just talking, the old lady urged me, let's go there quickly."

Only then did Daiyu hurriedly put on her big sweater and helped Zijuan out.

But Jia Cong left Jia Mu's yard and ran back to Changchun Garden. The snow on the road was frozen hard, and it was creaking under his feet, and the air conditioning whizzed straight into his neck. When he shrank his neck and ran back into the room, Biluo smiled and said, "In such a cold day, you wear so little clothes. Who do you freeze if you don't? Besides, aren't you eating there?"

Jia Cong squatted beside the brazier and roasted the fire, smiling, "It was still hot when I left, but I knew it was so cold at night? Have you cooked?"

Biluo smiled and replied, "There are food everywhere during the New Year, and you will be full when you eat something casually. I thought the old lady would definitely keep you for dinner, so I didn't cook it. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

After hearing this, Jia Cong hurriedly stopped him and said, "Forget it, forgot, I ate in Sister Lin's house for an afternoon today. I'm not hungry at this time. Why not go to bed early."

Biluo heard this and said, "Are you afraid of waking up from hunger at night, so that's uncomfortable. If you don't eat, you'll have to ask for a few snacks to make up for it?"

After hearing this, Jia Cong frowned and said, "Forget it, those snacks are greasy, but they can't digest them after eating them. They feel uncomfortable at night. Just sleep like this..."

Biluo advised her several times, but when she saw that Jia Cong refused to eat any more, she had to get up and clean up the bed for him. She kept muttering: "This is not that I am lazy, it's that you don't eat yourself, so don't blame me if you lose weight when you are hungry and lose weight..."

Jia Cong heard the little girl bent down to make up the bed for him. From the back, he saw that Biluo was small and slender, with neat behavior. From her back, she looked like a 80% or 90% brocade.

When he thought of Jinque, his nose was sore. This girl had been dead for several months without realizing it. Thinking about him, he had planned to marry her at that time, but in a blink of an eye, there was a gap between yin and yang, and I don’t know if the girl was living there. I don’t know if the money she burned for her a few days ago...

The more Jia Cong thought about it, the more sad he felt, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

He couldn't help but feel in love, and suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door outside. Jia Cong hurriedly wiped away his tears and got up to open the door, but there was no movement outside. Just then, a cold wind outside made the door and window shaking. Jia Cong realized that he might have heard it wrong, so he squatted in front of the charcoal brazier and stared at the red charcoal.

Biluo had already packed up the bed at this time, turned around and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go and make hot water for the young master to wash. Tang Pozi will put it in the quilt first, and it will be no longer cold when he gets in. Tonight, the wind is strong, so I will press the young master for one more quilt, so don't kick it when I go to bed later."

Jia Cong felt uncomfortable and didn't want to speak. After hearing Biluo's instructions, he just forced a smile and nodded, and then lowered his head to look at the brazier.

Biluo is getting used to him now, and she talks and acts more like Jinque, and she is nagging endlessly.

Thinking about it, I just felt that the clown was long-winded, but now I want to listen, but I have nowhere to listen. Jia Cong's heart was cut in an instant, and his throat was so strong that tears had already flowed out.

He was afraid that Biluo would see it, so he hurriedly buried his head deeply. Unexpectedly, Biluo rushed to burn hot water, but he didn't expect Jia Cong to cry sadly.

He heard the door open and close, and Biluo's fine steps were quickly covered by the wind. Only then did Jia Cong dare to raise his head and wipe his tears. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw a purse hanging from the tent at the head of the bed, which was embroidered by Jinque.

He searched for this purse for a long time but couldn't find it. He was still wondering if it had been lost, but he saw it today. I thought it must be on the top of the tent. Today, Biluo packed the tent and then fell off.

Jia Cong immediately stood up and ran over, grabbed the purse and spread it in his palm and looked carefully: he saw that the colorful silk threads on the purse were still bright, and it was exactly the same as when Jinque handed it to him that day.

Things are, but people are no longer visible.

Jia Cong looked at the purse in his hand carefully, and his heart was cut in an instant. He couldn't help but fall on the bed and cried loudly.

Just as he was crying happily, he suddenly felt someone patting him gently on his back and asked softly: "Why is the young master sad? Do you think of an old friend?"
Chapter completed!