Chapter 501 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (57)

This question really surprised my friend.

After all, how could a person like Yue Ying still have people who can't get it? Moreover, Yue Ying is an extremely arrogant person, how could she like someone who doesn't like him?

My friend was very curious about the fact that Yue Ying, who was the only one who could hook up, was obsessed with it, but unfortunately he didn't dare to ask abruptly.

"If someone like Mr. Yue likes you, just like it as much as you like. If the girl doesn't want to, just grab it, just grab it. Maybe she will fall in love over time."

This bandit said frivolously, even his friends couldn't help laughing. He really didn't think that the girl was really unwilling to do so. Maybe she was just a trick of playing hard to get.

Yue Ying thought deeply for a while, and thought seriously about his friend's words, and his eyes slowly became darker.

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When Yue Ying woke up, the night was still deep, and the hall was empty and lonely, and there was only endless ticking and even more sounds. The ambergris was about to burn out. He reached out and touched the mattress beside him, and it was cold.

When he was still sick and entangled by the wronged soul, the monk would stay by his side. He often woke up in the middle of the night to confirm whether the monk was there. For a long time, Yue Ying asked Wen Xien to come up and sleep together.

At first, Wen Xien was unwilling to do so, but Yue Ying was coaxing and deceiving, so he got into bed.

Wen Xien hasn't slept here for a long time, and occasionally he will forget that when he sleeps lightly at night, he habitually reaches out to hug people, and he always ends up in vain.

The scene in the dream is still floating in front of you in vain. The smile that seems to be there is nothing and is engraved in the afterglow of the sunset many years ago, becoming the most untouchable throbbing of the boy's thoughts.

After a long time, he could no longer remember when Wen Xien started to become cold as snow, and never looked at him directly, nor did he remember when he started to become more moody and irritable.

Maybe it was because Wen Xien accidentally rejected his feelings and felt that his self-esteem was disgraceful; maybe it was because the monk treated him coldly and was unwilling to pay attention to him...

Or maybe it was the monk's farewell without saying goodbye, and his ruthless disgust made him angry. The feelings that grew up day and night in the cold palace finally disappeared.

All that is left is endless hatred and unwillingness.

In my memory, he respected and cared for Wen Xien, and even endured himself in order not to provoke the monk's disgust and disgust, for fear of making her unhappy!

But what is the exchange for?

He just wanted to see Wen Xien laugh. He just wanted the monk to stay by his side and not ask for much, but no matter how he threatened and tempted him, it would not work.

Yue Ying never got what she wanted.

The anger of seeking but not getting it made him feel crazy. He could only tear and break the cold skin again and again, so that he could slightly regain a little bit of reality.

This is a flesh and blood man, not a statue made of ice.

He raised his hand in the dark light and looked at the smooth palms and the fine lines on it.

Yue Ying's eyes were blood red, and there were bloodshot like a spider-web-like interweb-like.

Why should he let that person go free? Even if he can only use some inappropriate means, it would be better than letting the monk out of his sight.

You should continue to tie your iron chains around you and trapped on this bed. If the iron chains cannot be locked, then put them in a cage, interrupt her hands and feet, so that she can only rely on others for the rest of her life, and she cannot control herself whether to live or die!

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Wen Xien is already idle to plant flowers and plants, so he does this every day, let alone, the flowers that were about to wither were raised well by Wen Xien.

The cabin on the cliff has also gained some popularity.

Over such a long time, I would come to Wen Xien whenever I had time. Sometimes the two of them would water flowers and plants together, or watch the sunset. Except for Wen Xien's demon pill suddenly attacked, everything was as dull as water.

However, the weather has been a little cold recently, and Wen Xien accidentally got caught in the cold.

In my life, I have not been more mature and steady, and I am still as careless as a child.

But when I stepped into the hut and saw the figure in white clothes on the couch through the window, I suddenly slowed down and walked over slowly.

Wen Xien was originally looking at the dead leaves on the branches, but his eyes were suddenly blocked by a tall figure. Her eyes moved slightly, and her eyes were withdrawn, bringing some dullness that was difficult to detect.

When he walked into the room in his lifetime, a cold wind was pouring in. Wen Xien covered his mouth with his sleeves and coughed silently for a while, and then he saw that the man was closing the windows that were wide open on all sides.

Wen Xien wanted to stop him, but just opened his mouth and said the word "nothing", but he couldn't help but cough again.

She frowned and walked to Wen Xien silently. When she stopped coughing and gasped slightly, she complained dissatisfiedly: "Senior brother, I have said so many times, don't open the window or not, what should I do if the disease worsens at that time."

At this time, I was like a little adult in my life, pointing at Wen Xien to teach a lesson.

Wen Xien's face turned red just now, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a weak light. At this moment, his brows frowned slightly, which was not as cold as before, but rather a little angry.

This is very different from Jingchen, who is usually expressionless and cold. After a moment of silence, the ostentatious glance at the yellow mud under Wen Xienyi, and his face immediately changed, "Have you run out to take care of those flowers again!"

I am so sick, why do I still have the heart to take care of those flowers? What are the important words, or my body is important!

"I just glanced at it." Wen Xien lowered his gaze and landed on the Buddhist beads that had been hanging on his wrist all his life, answering calmly.

"You can't even see each other!"

I was so sorry for being out of strength in my life. Sometimes Wen Xien acted more like a willful child, such as not taking medicine or being obedient, and always advised him to run outside.

I put the snacks I bought from down the mountain on the wooden table in my life. He is already old and can go down the mountain often, but there are still time limits and I can't stay outside for a long time.

Regarding Wen Xien's character of being soft but not hard, he had to say in his life: "Senior brother, you don't have to care about those flowers anymore. You have to take good care of yourself now. You just leave these things to me. It's so cold outside recently, so don't run around casually."

Wen Xien was finally willing to look straight in his life, but he didn't have much emotion in his eyes. He looked at him calmly, his dark eyes were like two cold stars.

Her body was not as weak as that, she was too fussy in her life, but she was usually cold, but she felt like she was a serious illness in her life, which really made Wen Xien smile bitterly.

Wen Xien couldn't understand this feeling. He had admired Wen Xien since he was a child. He always knew that Wen Xien was just cold on the surface, but in fact his heart was soft. In Yonghe Temple, pilgrims who came to burn incense would come to pay homage to Master Jingchen.

(End of this chapter)
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