The next morning, Jia Cong slept until the sun rose before waking up. He leaned lazily and half leaned against the head of the bed, greedy for the warmth in the quilt and refused to get up and dress.

His eyes were a little confused, as if he was still thinking about the dream last night. A pair of big eyes were half open and half closed, and his eyelashes, which were as long as butterflies, were shaking slightly.

As a man, his appearance seems to be too handsome. But from the side, the outline of his face is clear and angular, showing the man's fortitude.

The sunlight came from the side, and a golden edge was faintly embedded on his face, making his skin look whiter and greasy.

I'm afraid the beauties in the world are so male and female.

The little girl Biluo held a cup of tea and looked at the dull young master for almost half an hour. The tea cup that was already a little hot was already icy, but she didn't realize it.

The young master is so handsome, why is he like an immortal from heaven?

The little girl was amazed and suddenly envied Lin Daiyu:

Miss Lin is born as beautiful as a fairy, but she is like a young master who is as handsome as a god. The two of them are so close that they will definitely be the fairy couple in the world in the future. It is so enviable!

She was stunned, but Jia Cong stared at the light coming through the window: the room was illuminated, and countless tiny dust was flying around.

It seems that this dust is a single space, and the world is independent. He stares at the dust flying out of thin air, just wanting to look at another world through it.

Last night he dreamed of Jinque. The girl was wearing white clothes and fluttering black hair. She was flying and didn't know where she went. She let her throat break and never looked back at him.

Jia Cong is a smart person, he knows what Jinque means. The girl just wants to tell him:

She left and will never come back.

Yin and Yang are separated forever, and you no longer have to think about her.

Jia Cong's heart was so blocked that he felt a little stinging.

Is this girl really going to say goodbye to me?

Will we never meet again forever?

Jia Cong narrowed his eyes and stared at the dust that was still flying silently.

Deep love is the shallow fate.

Maybe it's time to let go.

It is enough to be able to accompany me this journey.

Buddhism once said that meeting in this life must be a debt to the previous life.

So, is Jinque here to pay off his love debt?

I'm going to leave now?

Jia Cong smiled bitterly, a dimpled corner of his mouth, filled with bitterness.

Maybe it's time to let go and let that girl go. She always thinks about it, and she won't be at peace.

After thinking it through, Jia Cong felt more and more sad. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, but he seemed to feel much more relaxed.

Let her go, and let herself go. The fate has ended, so I will stop here.

He lowered his head and looked at the purse that he had held the palm of his hand all night. The needles and threads were still bright in color.

He dragged the purse in his hand, stared at it for a while, and let go, the purse fell into the charcoal basin on the ground, and instantly became ignited, swallowing his and Jinque's memories.

Jia Cong closed his eyes, his brows tightened, and leaned dejectedly against the head of the bed.

Biluo had long seen him staring at the purse in his hand, and she was wondering where the young master came from. Could it be that a girl with a good appearance gave it to her?

She didn't expect Jia Cong to let go of his purse into the charcoal basin.

She ordered the charcoal basin this morning. Early this morning, the old lady asked someone to send a lot of charcoal. She put it in the brazier early, afraid that the young master would get up and get cold.

When she screamed and put down the teacup in her hand to fish, her purse had long turned into ashes. I don’t know what spices were added there, and the room was filled with a nice smell.

"Forget it, stop fishing it, burn it. It's given by an old friend. The old friend has passed away. What's the matter with it? It's just a matter of sadness."

Jia Cong closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed and said lightly.

"oh……"

Biluo agreed and straightened her waist to look at Jia Cong, but saw that he looked calm and unhappy.

The dead are gone, and the living must always live well. This is not ruthless, it is just that the world is unbearable.

"Okay... I understand... Master, do you get up... I'll go and change the cup of tea for the master to rinse his mouth..."

Biluo said hurriedly, turned her head and left, but lifted the curtain but it was so hung up with others.

Both of them were shocked. Biluo became calm and calm. When she looked up, she realized that Lin Daiyu was coming, wearing a snow-white fur cloak, which made her look unparalleled and floating like a fairy.

"It turns out that Miss Lin is here. Come into the house and go to warm up. It's so cold outside. I'll go and make tea for the girl."

Biluo hurriedly called Daiyu and Zijuan into the room. When Jia Cong heard that Daiyu had arrived, he had sat up and smiled and said, "Why did sister come so early? Is it cold outside? I'll go boil water now..."

Biluo told her to turn around and go out. Daiyu is always not an outsider. She often comes, but she seems unfamiliar if she is too polite.

Daiyu didn't care, so she smiled and went into the room and asked Jia Cong, "Why can't you get up? I won't see what time it's going to be."

When Jia Cong heard this, he crawled out of the quilt and started to put on his clothes in a hurry. Zijuan quickly put down her things and came to help Jia Cong dress.

Jia Cong and his group were dressed and asked Daiyu: "Have you eaten by sister? Did you sleep well last night?"

Daiyu looked at Jia Cong with a smile and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Zijuan laughed and said, "Miss Lin slept well last night and lay down to bed early in the evening. She got up early today. Master, you slept until dawn, and I think you're good at sleeping. I know everything, you two don't have to ask until you finish asking. It's a lot of trouble to hear it."

Jia Cong and Lin Daiyu were amused by Zijuan, and Jia Cong hurriedly put on his clothes and picked up the herbal tea to rinse his mouth. Daiyu bent down to look at the charcoal basin on the soles of her feet. She glanced carefully and then said, "This charcoal basin is burned in the morning, isn't it cold to sleep at night? Besides, this charcoal basin is too small and it's not warm when it's burning. Do you have no charcoal? I have better places, so I'll ask someone to send it to you..."

After hearing this, Jia Cong said, "Sister, there is no need. I am not a girl. I am not afraid of the cold, so I will be so hot if I don't order a charcoal basin at night."

Daiyu glared at him and said, "I'll lie. If you are not afraid of the cold, you have to cover two quilts, so you can't breathe."

After hearing this, Jia Cong turned around and looked at the quilt on the bed and smiled, "It's all Biluo who insists on letting me cover it, who would like to?"

Daiyu smiled and said, "This little girl cares about you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the door curtain ringing. When he turned around, he saw that Biluo was coming in with hot water. When he heard everyone talking about her, she smiled and said, "What are you talking about me behind my back? Are you talking bad about me?"

After hearing this, Zijuan rushed to say, "Where are you praising you here, saying that you serve the young master well..."

Biluo was about to speak when someone shouted in the yard: "Brother Jia Cong, are you here? What are you doing when a person stays in the house during the Chinese New Year? Why don't you go to my place to play?"
Chapter completed!