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"Canary..."
Her brows and eyes slowly opened again, like the clouds and the moon breaking through the emerald mountains. Lin Lang looked at him, "Mr. Did you ever know that this canary is also called Furong?"
Mr. Rong's face was serious and he didn't make a sound.
"A few days ago, Mr. collected several volumes of Changwuzhi for me."
She suddenly mentioned something, "There are a few words in there that made me very happy."
The female voice came slowly, "The hibiscus should be planted on the bank of the pond, and it is better to be close to the water. If it is planted elsewhere, it will never be fruitful." Emei turned around, and her tone became lighter, "I remember that my husband said with a smile, Lin Lang Ruo is a hibiscus, Mr. ordered that deep and secluded pool of water, not to be filled with common people, nor to flow eastward to the sea, it is quiet and quiet, let the waves and flowers accompany you, and watch the fireflies in summer together."
She held back the tears for a long time, but finally shed them.
Like a sharp sword, a hideous bloodstain was cut on his heart.
"These words... Are you also coaxing me, sir?"
"right."
He answered without hesitation.
"Is that so..."
She narrowed her eyes and smiled lowly.
I don't know who I am laughing at.
"It turns out that I'm the only one who is being self-indulgent."
Her black hair fell down to her waist, and she no longer looked at Mr. Rong.
Pale fingertips caressed Shao Qinghe's face, caressing slightly, with a hint of itchiness.
Shao Qinghe saw the desolate and cold look in her eyes.
"In my whole life, I have fallen in love with two people." She said calmly.
His eyebrows trembled.
"The former person, we shared weal and woe, and I always thought he was my lifelong entrustment. On frosty, dewy nights, he would get up and tuck up the quilt for me. When the love first opened, he gave me a wooden comb, That person didn't say that they were united, but I blushed and wanted to spend the rest of my life answering."
Shao Qinghe stared at her blankly.
The sweet peach petals stuck to his lips, and he tasted the astringency.
After a light touch, they parted briefly.
Lin Lang's fingers slid from her cheeks to her neck.
"The latter person is both a teacher and a friend. He taught me how to steal people's hearts and flirtatious, but he didn't teach me how to distinguish between his false feelings and falsehoods. My performance today must have disappointed him." She He laughed at himself and said, "I said big things that day, and I still want to treat him as a weapon to seal his throat when he sees blood."
"Now that I think about it, it was my own throat that was cut off."
Mr. Rong's face was numb, unmoved by it, "Thanks to Ms. Shi's love, I am very grateful."
Lin Lang lost her voice.
"You like him that much?"
The young man spoke out suddenly.
Shao Qinghe clamped her chin with two fingers, and there was a coldness in his eyes, "For a big man like him, women are just icing on the cake for him. Whether they have it or not, it will not affect him. No matter how much you like He is just a pawn in his hand."
Lin Lang turned her head, "Chess pieces?" She lowered her slender neck, making him instantly think of wicker in the spring breeze.
"That's good too."
Her voice was dry, and she pretended to laugh, "At least I'm still useful, and that's good."
Is it
Are you so obsessed with him
Shao Qinghe felt a strange feeling in his heart.
As the shadow approached, Lin Lang suddenly felt a pain on her lips. The young man wrapped his arms around her neck and shoulders, and inserted his long legs between her knees, forcing her to grab someone to stabilize her precarious body.
He gnawed on her lips out of control, trying to swallow her up without leaving a trace.
Seeing her sleeves trembling slightly, Mr. Rong stretched out her fingers and grasped the edge of the sleeves tightly, but he had to restrain himself.
She is afraid.
Shao Qinghe pressed her against the door frame, panting heavily like a boulder pressing down on him.
"Tear it—"
The sound of brocade silk being torn suddenly sounded, and the air was frozen.
The beautiful snow on the half side hurt Mr. Rong's eyes.
She was obviously more flustered and turned her head subconsciously.
Mr. Rong is also looking at her.
"don't want… "
The weak panting made the nerves of the two men tense.
Mr. Rong's hand under the sleeve robe was tightly clenched, and blue veins emerged.
The limit is reached.
It's almost the limit.
"Please, don't be here..." This time she took the initiative to bury her face in the young man's chest, begging hoarsely, "Please, at least don't be here..."
How could her husband see such an embarrassing and despicable scene
Shao Qinghe looked down at her, her shoulders and neck were burned with bruises, she was timid and delicate, which made people feel pitiful.
"Why, do you still want to preserve the last dignity in front of him?" He dropped his palm on the thin neck, "You seem to have forgotten who is the one who asks for help."
She shivered in her arms, biting her bleeding lip.
"Please, Master..."
Shao Qinghe's eyes sank, and he finally hugged her up.
She grabbed the young man's broad shoulders with one hand, followed him into the room without any resistance.
Mr. Rong's face twitched slightly.
Until she looked back.
That glance was farewell.
She seemed to want to laugh, and the corners of her mouth were pulled hard.
It is futile after all.
Mr. Rong stared blankly at her opening and closing lips, and the blood all over his body froze instantly.
"Ninth brother, thank you.
"Also, take care."
He deliberately insulted her with words and angered her, so why didn't he want to save her
She knows, knows everything.
Her husband still cherishes her all the time.
Therefore, even if he sees it through, he still cooperates with his performance.
Because, he is the ninth brother she has long recognized, the man who hangs his beloved pocket watch on her chest.
A pocket watch, carrying a person, represents a lifetime, the direction of the heart, never leave.
He wants to fulfill her, and she also wants to fulfill him.
Mr. Rong suddenly smiled.
He supported the ground and stood up slowly, regardless of his injuries, he staggered towards the two of them.
Those misty eyes showed a dull look at first, then shook his head.
don't want.
She conveys this message of resistance and rejection.
Mr. Rong was shot in the side of the waist. Even though he was wearing a black shirt, he still saw the eye-catching blood. His hands were stained with his own blood, which was a little frozen.
The man took a few steps forward, then walked faster and faster, and ran more and more intensely.
An unstoppable choice.
Even if he knew that there was a dead end in front of him.
Lin Lang's eyes widened in horror.
Her tears flowed harder.
Shao Qinghe naturally also heard the footsteps behind him. He turned around and looked at the man a few steps away from him, very calm.
"Boom—"
A sharp gunshot fell into the air.
Because Lin Lang jumped off him, pushed him away violently, and made his aim go astray.
"Brother Nine!"
She opened her arms, like snow that was about to melt in the sun, and ran towards him without hesitation.
Even if there is a cold murderous intent behind him.
Ruyan throws herself into her arms.
With a smile on his face, he caught the canary flying towards him. Her hair was disheveled, her skirt was wrinkled, and her face was red and wrinkled, but he swore—
It was definitely the most beautiful moment he had ever seen.
Mr. Rong hasn't hugged someone so tightly for a long time.
The man's shoulders stretched out, and he gathered the person he regarded as a treasure into his arms. He put one arm around Lin Lang's waist, and the other palm pressed her head, and pressed it deep into his chest. trapped. If possible, he really wanted to knead people into his flesh and blood, regardless of each other.
Shao Qinghe pulled the trigger expressionlessly.
Aim at Linlang.
Mr. Rong saw it, put his arms around the man, and turned around slightly.
"Boom!"
There was no way to dodge this shot, and it hit the man's thigh straight.
Blood flowed.
Mr. Rong's body convulsed uncontrollably.
"Ninth Brother? Ninth Brother!"
Lin Lang turned pale with shock, and her already bloodless little face was even terribly pale.
"I'm... fine."
Relying on Lin Lang's support, he managed to stand still, and there was a pack of white powder in his palm, which was the arsenic/frost he picked up just now.
"Don't be afraid."
The man's expression softened a lot.
For the past half of his life, he has been ups and downs in the chaotic world of wars and gunpowder. He has seen the splendor, heard the silk and bamboo, and he has been humble in the dust and mud, and he has also been prominent in the clouds. Thinking back now, everything was as vague as an old dream from yesterday, but the warmth of falling asleep while holding her was more vivid.
Mr. Rong bit off the wrapping paper and swallowed the white powder in big gulps.
She watched without stopping.
The last few bites, mouth to mouth, were delivered to Lin Lang.
She took a mouthful of the powder, like a child stealing a pastry.
He chuckled, leaning over to lick her lips.
Unprecedented tenderness.
No one has ever seen the tenderness of Mr. Rong.
Many people thought that Mr. Rong's surrender was the ultimate emotion he could express.
"Don't be afraid."
He repeated the sentence clearly, even though there were beads of sweat on his forehead due to the pain.
"This time, brother nine will accompany you."
Mr. Rong's expression returned to his previous composure.
It seemed that in front of him, the sky falling was nothing more than a trivial matter.
"You know, your Ninth Brother's skills are pretty good. If that bull-headed and horse-faced man dares to beat you, I will beat them so hard that even your parents can't recognize them." The tree is about to collapse, and there is also an aura of calmness and prestige.
Lin Lang smiled through tears.
"Brother Jiu is being naughty again."
When Mr. Rong saw her smile, he laughed too, with streaks of blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Lin Lang was exhausted, but she couldn't support her anymore, and the two fell backwards.
Mr. Rong folded his arms and held her tightly all the time.
"Cold?"
he asks.
The weather was unexpectedly warm today, and his snow-white face was also covered with a light powder.
"Somewhat."
Lin Lang responded in a low voice.
"Then hold tight."
"Um."
Mr. Rong didn't know why Shao Qinghe didn't continue to shoot, and he didn't come to separate the two. But he is already a dying person, and he has no clue to care about so much.
He just wanted to hurry up and look at her a few more times.
Just a few glances.
In the distance came the innocent mooing of a cow.
The sound of wind and wheat waves, all around silent.
Mr. Rong lowered his neck with great effort, and while trembling, he kissed and bit her forehead lightly.
Afterwards, he laughed happily like a boy who had succeeded in a sneak attack.
Mr. Rong has always been calm and calm, but he rarely has a mischievous side.
Lin Lang giggled in his arms.
"It's itchy."
Blood seeped into the soil bit by bit.
Mr. Rong didn't seem to feel the pain, so he tightened his grip on her.
"Hibiscus... should be planted on the bank of the pond, and it is better to be near the water. If...if it is planted elsewhere, it will have no charm."
Mr. Rong murmured.
He hadn't read much, and before he became a big shot, his ambition in life was just to be a blacksmith or a hunter. When Mr. Rong saw those elegant poems and ancient prose, he felt his whole brain throbbing.
But I can't help but there is a young lady next to me who can't put down the book. She is born in a famous family, and she prefers beautiful articles.
This sentence was also because of her joy, so he secretly read it for a long time before reciting it.
"Stupid Ninth Brother." She corrected with a smile, "It's definitely not rich."
Mr. Rong seems to have heard it.
It seems that I didn't hear it.
The clouds in the sky coiled around and slowly swam away.
His pupils began to dilate, and there was a gentle smile on his lips.
"Come... If you are a lotus in the next life, Brother Nine will be the still water under your roots, warm in winter and cool in summer..."
Don't ask for Ze to be the common people.
I don't want to flow eastward into the sea.
Nine Brothers, the ground is a prison, and I will guard you forever, okay