Jiang Jiu Ge

Chapter 723: season finale

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Feng Jiuge knows better than anyone whether he has been concerned about it.

In order to get rid of the Xia Yunian, Gu Beiyan chose to die with Xia Yunian, and the two fell into the cliff together, searching for no results.

After Gu Beiyan disappeared for a few days, Feng Jiuge fell asleep for a few days, but the tears on the corner of the woman's eyes never dried up, and the soft pillow on her pillow was wet.

"Ayan—" the woman murmured a name softly with red lips.

The person guarding the collapse heard the sound and leaned over to listen carefully, but was grabbed by the neckline by the woman, and Feng Jiuge, who had been lethargic for many days, finally opened his eyes.

The eyes grew from full of expectation to disappointment, and even the only light was instantly annihilated.

Not him, not him.

"Wake up, is there anything uncomfortable?" Feng Shuyu's voice was as gentle and sweet as ever.

Feng Jiuge was stunned, and slowly loosened his grip on Feng Shuyu's collar.

It turned out that what she caught was only a dream from beginning to end, it was a phantom.

After so many days, there is still no news of Gu Beiyan. Everyone knows that Gu Beiyan might not be back. But no one dared to tell Feng Jiuge about such hurtful news.

Gu Beiyan was dead, and it was like the collapse of the earth to Feng Jiuge. With her current physical condition, she couldn't stand a little shock.

Feng Jiuge slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes were wet with tears.

"I'll ask the doctor to show it to you again. Don't move."

At night, Feng Jiuge was sitting on the threshold, wearing only a thin dress. She just sat in the cold air vent like this, no matter what, no matter what.

Where did Gu Beiyan go? Where did they take her Gu Beiyan.

Until she put a shawl on her shoulders, she was instantly taken into a warm embrace.

Feng Jiuge raised his eyes with great joy, but for the second he stared at each other, all his joy was shattered.

"Didn't the doctor say that you can't make any mistakes with your current body. If something happens to you, can Gu Beiyan feel at ease? Can your husband rest assured!"

After Feng Jiuge woke up, he had always been desperate. So far she was hurt, and Feng Shuyu finally couldn't stand it anymore.

This is the first time Feng Shuyu has spoken to her in such a heavy tone...

Feng Jiuge was a little stunned. She remembered that Gu Beiyan had hated iron and steel and said about her before, but he was more distressed, because he loved her and would not take care of himself. Although he scolded her, his tone was full of love. .

"I want to wait for him to come back." Feng Jiuge held back his tears, his eyes full of stubbornness and unyielding.

Gu Beiyan is still alive, he is still alive, but he hasn't come back to find himself yet.

Now that Feng Shuyu doesn’t know what to say, it’s been half a month, and the people they sent have almost rummaged the entire mountain. If there is news, someone will report back and forth in the morning, so why wait until now that there is still nothing. news.

They didn't say, they were afraid that Feng Jiuge could not bear it. But after all, Feng Jiuge still started to think about it.

Feng Shuyu sat down side by side with her, leaning Feng Jiuge's head on her shoulders as she did when she was a child, and wrapped her long arms on Feng Jiuge's thin shoulders, "A Jiu, you want to live, he too I must hope you can live well."

This is not Feng Shuyu’s conjecture, but inevitable.

No one cares more about Feng Jiuge than Gu Beiyan, even if he dies, Feng Jiuge will continue to live.

Only when Feng Jiuge is alive can Gu Beiyan's hope continue.

Alive.

What a nice word.

Feng Jiuge's long eyelashes trembled, tears rolled down uncontrollably, blurring his vision.

She wants to live too, but what's the point if she is the only one living in the world. Gu Beiyan is no longer there, he will no longer be with him, he will no longer be obedient to her, and he will no longer be full of hers alone...

She was alive alone, so boring.

"He said that he won't leave me behind." Feng Jiuge muttered.

Since Gu Beiyan has said, he must do it.

Otherwise, she would hate Gu Beiyan for a lifetime!

Listening to Feng Jiuge talking about her and Gu Beiyan's past, scenes after scenes passed by like shadow puppets, and Feng Shuyu felt uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

Why didn't he hope that Feng Jiuge and Gu Beiyan could continue to be so good, but things went against his wish. Gu Beiyan was willing to die with Xia Yunian for Feng Jiuge, this may be the worst ending, but it is also the most direct choice Gu Beiyan made.

He would rather die by himself, or live with Feng Jiuge.

"Nine-nine, come here."

"Nine-nine, this king will only want you in this life."

"Nine-nine, you can only have me in your eyes and in your heart."

"Nine-nine..."

The whispers that are close to the ear are all from Gu Beiyan's mouth. Tears blurred the entire face, Feng Jiuge could no longer control it, and slowly turned his head over...

Feng Shuyu bowed his head, and Feng Jiuge's body was bright red, like a mandala flower blooming in Wangchuan, so red that it almost burned his eyes.

"Ajiu!"

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the vicissitudes of life change back and forth. The calyx is full of wind in the new beginning, and the people in the city are you.

Emperor Chu Luo has been in government affairs since he was enthroned, governing the country in an orderly manner, and the people's hearts are stable.

Everyone got what they wanted, only...

In the morning and winter, the city is full of heavy snow, and it is like an illusion, and the eyes are white.

In a house, a woman in Tsing Yi was lying on a desk writing a letter, her expression was indifferent, she still had a beautiful face, and her red lips were lightly pursed.

[See the letter, don’t read it. Just leave everything in the house to the housekeeper and go back next month. ]

When she was just halfway through writing, when she put up a pen to add ink, a tender voice came from outside the door.

The woman raised her eyes, just in time to see the snow outside the window bend the plum branches.

"Mother, come out and make a snowman!" It was Gu Zheng's voice. It is rare that my son has such a high interest, and Feng Jiuge is not very disappointed, so he replied and put down the pen.

The plum blossom demon cures, scorching and dyeing.

The woman walked out of the house and stopped under a plum tree in full bloom. She raised her hand and stroked an olive branch, and the snow fell. She remembered that winter, Gu Beiyan watched the snow all night with her.

I really miss it...

It's a pity that I can't go back again. That person will not accompany her forever.

Ayan, our son has grown up, he is six years old during the Chinese New Year, and his name is Gu Zheng.

Zhengrong a lifetime, as you wish.

In silence, Feng Jiuge was hit by a ball of snow, and when he came back to his senses, he saw his son standing not far away, and proudly placed the snow ball in his hands. There was an unstoppable joy in his tone, "Mother, come on. !"

A smile bloomed at the corner of the woman's mouth, one-third more than a plum blossom.

She had just taken a step, swaying between the gods, and saw a touch of black clothes. Then, a man wearing a black robe and brocade boots walked in.

Across the plum blossoms, the woman was stunned.

"Nine-nine."

She seemed to hear the best voice in the world.

I used to think that the so-called sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the vicissitudes of the earth are nothing but you, but after you appear, I just want to be with you regardless.

The country is picturesque, and the dust is all over the place, not as good as you love me.

There are lone geese in the north, but nine songs fall.