Under the dim moonlight, the two of them hugged each other closely, in an extremely intimate posture.
This is not like writing, the air is full of strong ambiguous feelings, which should not be ignored.
Lu Huai's breath clings to Ye Chu's back, and the familiar burning sensation suddenly entangled.
At this time, Lu Huai was clearly extremely dangerous. Ye Chu wanted to try to stay calm, but couldn't help but get confused.
Lu Huai's fingers ran over her slender wrist, feeling her heartbeat.
He spoke softly: "Are you nervous?"
Ye Chu did not speak.
His voice seemed to bite Ye Chu's ear: "Why don't you answer?"
Ye Chu's body was held in place by Lu Huai, and as long as he tilted his head slightly, his cheeks would brush his lips.
Ye Chu tried to maintain the same posture to prevent him from approaching again.
Her cheeks are hot, but her mouth is extremely hard: "No."
Lu Huai pressed it up slightly, and touched her earlobe with his lips for a few seconds, remembering the heat of her body in his heart.
Lu Huai chuckled, "Really?"
Ye Chu didn't answer. When Lu Huai's lips moved away, she was a little farther away.
But as long as she moved away slightly, Lu Huai would get closer again.
Ye Chu immediately squeezed the hand around her waist and pressed the back of Lu Huai's hand firmly.
Lu Huai didn't feel any pain, but gently stroked her sharp claws.
The two clasped their fingers together, and Lu Huai used force to push against her slender waist, but he held her tighter instead.
The hands they shook suddenly struck, and Ye Chu's waist was rubbed as if there was nothing.
She was stiff, but heard the indifferent voice of the person behind her: "It's just writing, why get angry?"
No matter how Ye Chu resisted, Lu Huai seemed to only make progress.
She could only ignore the restless hands on her waist and calm her breath: "Lu Huai."
Lu Huai scratched her earlobe: "Huh?"
Ye Chu murmured angrily: "Are you writing or not?"
Lu Huai helpless: "The pen is in your hand, how can I write?"
Ye Chu glanced at her right hand and was held tightly by him: "But..."
Lu Huai pretended to be puzzled: "But what?"
She blushed and replied, "Aren't you holding my hand?"
Lu Huai suddenly realized: "Really?"
As he said, he moved his fingers again, rubbing the back of Ye Chu's hand.
After Lu Huai continued to test Ye Chu's touch, he moved her hand, and the nib finally landed on the white paper.
The two of them tossed for a long time before they began to write officially.
Lu Huai didn't do anything again, and Ye Chu didn't try to escape again.
The moonlight fell gently outside the window, and the study room of the Warlord's Mansion was extremely quiet.
For some reason, Lu Huai's temple hurts, and something seems to be in his mind.
He quickly recovered his calm.
Lu Huai squeezed her hand and wrote a name very seriously.
Ye Chu.
Ye Chu was slightly startled.
When he taught her to write, he wrote these two characters for the first time.
Even this font is the same.
The pen moved on the plain white paper, their hands folded, the temperature coincided.
Lu Huai continued to write, and Ye Chu followed his movements to write down.
He wrote his name again.
The names of the two of them are close together.
As if nothing can separate them.
Lu Huai squinted his eyes, and his head hurt violently.
Why is this scene so familiar
The line of sight instantly became blurred.
He involuntarily wrote her name just now, using this font.
At this time, Lu Huai's brain seemed to be hit again.
The screen flashed back, and Lu Huai saw the shooting range of the Warlord's Mansion.
Before they went there, he leaned on her body and wrapped her gun hand...
Those scenes disappeared immediately, and the eyes fell into darkness.
But Lu Huai's headache became more intense.
His body was not controlled, and naturally he was unable to restrain Ye Chu's actions.
Ye Chu noticed that her shoulders lighted, and his head no longer clung to her.
Soon, Lu Huai loosened his hand and left Ye Chu's hand.
The breathing behind him became a little heavy.
She noticed something wrong with him.
Ye Chu turned around immediately, and she saw Lu Huai's frowning brows and a pained expression.
Ye Chu panicked: "Lu Huai."
Lu Huai did not speak.
Ye Chu straightened up, stood beside him, and leaned over to check his situation.
She suddenly grabbed Lu Huai's hand, trying to comfort him.
But the next second, Lu Huai backhanded Ye Chu's arm.
Despite the severe pain in his head, he was able to accurately locate her.
He yanked and she was dragged into his arms again.
For some reason, Lu Huai seemed to be seeking the warmth of Ye Chu's body.
He buried her neck, taking her warmth.
Ye Chu let Lu Huai hold him.
He was in terrible pain, and the scorching breath kept hitting her body.
Ye Chu stretched out his hand, encircled Lu Huai's body, and hugged him back.
Lu Huai hugged Ye Chu tightly, as if afraid of something.
It seems that as soon as he let go, he would lose her.
Ye Chuxin jerked, she remembered that night.
Warlord Lu Zongting was assassinated. The two of them stayed in the study all night and hugged each other as they do now.
Their hugs are tight, as if they will separate in the next second.
Lu Huai suddenly spoke, and his voice rang softly between her neck: "Ye Chu."
Ye Chu tightened her hand and hugged him hard.
Lu Huai called her name over and over again, as if waiting for a response.
Ye Chu's voice was extremely soft: "I am here."
He didn't say anything, he just hugged her tighter.
The clock in the study walked quietly, and time passed by.
I don't know how long it took, but their actions remained unchanged.
Until a sound suddenly sounded outside the door.
"San Shao, Miss Ye Er."
At this time, they realized that they were still sticking to each other's body, only slightly startled, and reluctant to let go.
The door was knocked twice again: "Dinner is ready."
The man at the door had already left, and the sound of footsteps had gone away.
Lu Huai moved away from Ye Chu's neck, his breath left her.
Lu Huai looked up, Ye Chu stared at him, the two eyes met.
There seemed to be a thousand words in Ye Chu's eyes, but they were hidden by her.
Lu Huai's gaze slowly moved down, and Ye Chu was wearing a snow-white shirt.
Her coat was placed in the lobby of the Warlord's Mansion, but this shirt was wrinkled by him.
Following Luhuai's sight, Ye Chu already understood what he was looking at.
She blushed, and immediately stood up, stepped back, and bowed her head to tidy up.
Ye Chu suddenly noticed that a shadow had fallen, and Lu Huai stood up, and he grabbed her hand to stop her behavior.
Ye Chu was slightly startled.
Lu Huai stretched out his hand, straightened out the messy shirt collar for her, and behaved calmly.
His voice was calm: "Let's go."
Ye Chu constricted his expression and walked out with him.
Everyone in the Lu family was already waiting for them at the dinner table, but only when Shen Jiu asked, what did they do in the study.
Although Ye Chu and Lu Huai heard them, they ignored them.
Shen Jiu could only speculate from their demeanor that the expressions of these two men were extremely calm, and he finally gave up.
…
In the new year, everyone is happy, and families are reunited.
On the eve of the New Year's Eve, the Mansion He was already shrouded in heavy gloom.
Obviously it should be the day of family reunion, but because of He Zhao's passing, the people of the He family are not in the mood to celebrate at all.
The gloom of He Mansion was bleak, let alone laughter.
There was a dead silence at home, terribly quiet.
Even the servants in the mansion lightly stepped down and looked down, not daring to disturb the overwhelming He family.
The case has come to the ground, and the dead He Zhao can finally be engulfed.
But because it coincides with the Chinese New Year, according to the custom, the burial can only be done after the fifth day.
After a very depressing New Year, He mansion hung up the white banners and prepared the mourning hall.
He Zhao's corpse was placed in the mourning hall and stayed for the last day. After everyone came to express their condolences, he was ready to bury him.
The He family all changed into dark clothes and stood aside.
All of them looked bleak and sad.
These days are a good day for others, but for them, it is undoubtedly a nightmare, and it goes with them.
He Zhao has been in business for many years and naturally has many friends.
Many people came to express their condolences, and everyone deeply regretted the death of He Zhao.
Those people went to the mourning hall one after another.
"Sorry."
As the principal of the funeral, He Xun stood by the door. Everyone would say the same when they saw him.
When He Zhao's wife saw He Zhao's body, she cried and fainted in the mourning hall many times.
In the mourning hall, crying was everywhere and it was difficult to suppress.
Nowadays, everyone in Shanghai knows that the poisoning incident was caused by Master Jingyun of Hanta Temple.
When the He family heard the news for the first time, they couldn't believe it.
But there are both human and physical evidence, and the murderer behind the scenes is Jingyun.
Although Jingyun will be punished as he deserves, the deceased is dead, and no matter how much he does, it will not help.
The condolences continued into the evening, and gradually fewer people came.
Tomorrow, Mr. He Xun is still needed, and Mrs. He asks He Xun to go to the room to rest for a while.
He Xun sat in the room before relaxing.
These days, he could sense that Jiang Xun had been thinking about it all the time.
But Jiang Xun knew that the He family had a lot of things during this period, so he could not show up in front of everyone instead of He Xun.
He Xun felt that Jiang Xun might have something to do.
When these things come to an end, He Xun will retreat to the dark and let Jiang Xun appear.
…
As night fell, He Xun walked out of He's house slowly.
The sky was pitch black, and the light everywhere was gloomy. The moonlight fell, and the road was still gloomy.
He Xun came to the car, opened the door, and got in the car.
The car did not start, He Xun closed his eyes, and his figure was silent.
When he opened his eyes, the light and shadow under his eyes were silent, and his expression was extremely calm.
At this time, he is Jiang Xun.
He Zhao had an accident. During this time, the He family was preparing for He Zhao's funeral. He Xun had been dealing with the matter, but Jiang Xun never appeared again.
Today He Zhao was buried, the matter has been resolved, Jiang Xun let He Xun sleep temporarily.
Jiang Xun was pondering. He had previously discovered that He Zhao's poisoning was strange in the hospital, which was very similar to the poison in Wei Zheng's family back then. He told Wei Zheng about the incident.
After an accident in the He family, he had no chance to ask again.
Jiang Xun decided to find Wei Zheng now.
The car started and drove into the deep night.
A private house of He Xun.
Jiang Xun walked straight in, saw Wei Zheng, and said, "Teacher."
Wei Zheng: "Jiang Xun, I have something to tell you."
Earlier, Wei Zheng learned about He Xun’s disappearance from Ji Yanru. Wei Zheng thought it was necessary to talk to Jiang Xun about this matter.
Jiang Xun looked at Wei Zheng.
Wei Zheng: "He Xun disappeared because he was abducted and sold."
Jiang Xun asked immediately: "Who did it?"
Jiang Xun is the personality that appeared later, he bears the memory of those killings and pain.
But he didn't know how He Xun came to the dark pavilion, nor did he know He Xun's past.
Wei Zheng: "Ji Yanru."
Jiang Xun frowned: "Why did the people of the Ji family want to attack He Xun?"
Wei Zheng: "Ji Yanru mentioned that the Ji family and the He family have feuds."
"Ji Yanru abducted He Xun. He thought He Xun was dead, but he didn't expect He Xun to come back alive."
Ji Yanru didn't even know that He Xun later entered the hidden pavilion.
Today, He Xun has become the leader of the dark pavilion, Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun was extremely keen and found something wrong: "So, Ji Yanru didn't know why He Xun went to the dark pavilion in the end."
Wei Zheng also realized the strangeness: "This thing is weird."
Jiang Xun spoke slowly: "Either someone moved his hands and feet after He Xun's disappearance to let He Xun come to the dark pavilion. Ji Yanru didn't know about it."
"Either Ji Yanru lied, someone instructed him to do so, and he concealed it from everyone."
Wei Zheng: "No matter what, the person manipulating behind must have no intentions."
The air fell into silence, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressed.
Jiang Xun remembered his purpose today and asked: "Teacher, He Zhao's poison is the same type of poison used by the Wei family back then, so what about the murderer?"
Wei Zheng's voice became colder: "The poison was caused by Ji Yanru instructing Jingyun."
A bit of pain appeared in Wei Zheng's eyes: "Back then, Ji Yanru was entrusted by others to let Jingyun kill my family."
Jiang Xun asked: "Who is that person?"
Jiang Xun had predicted that the poisoner was Ji Yanru.
Jiang Xun wanted to know who was the murderer of Wei Zheng's family, and he hoped that the teacher would be able to kill the enemy.
The teacher treated him extremely well. Two personalities appeared in his body that year, and it was the teacher who discovered the abnormality first.
However, the teacher did not tell others, but also taught him many things.
The teacher was extremely sad when his family members died. Jiang Xun didn't want the murderer to get away with it.
Wei Zheng shook his head: "Ji Yanru didn't know it."
Jiang Xun pondered for a moment, He Xun's disappearance, and the killing of his teacher's family were all by Ji Yanru. Such a coincidence has to be doubted.
Jiang Xun: "Will the person who instigated Ji Yanru to kill is also from the Ji family?"
Wei Zheng also thought about this and nodded.
Jiang Xun pondered for a while, then continued: "Teacher, something happened to your family, I think it has something to do with the dark pavilion."
As the former head of the dark pavilion, Wei Zheng was already in danger, so he hid his family very well, and very few people knew where his family lived.
The man knew of Wei Zheng's residence and quietly killed Wei Zheng's family. The killing methods were extremely vicious.
This style of behavior reminds Jiang Xun of someone.
Jiang Xun looked at Wei Zheng: "The man behind the instructions is clever and cruel, but he doesn't want to reveal his identity."
"There is one person who does things like this, and he has the same surname as Ji."
Wei Zheng suddenly thought of one person: "The former chief of the dark pavilion, Ji Qian."
Back then, Ange had two chiefs, one was Wei Zheng and the other was Ji Qian.
Ji Qian's mind was vicious and he was in vain for life. Wei Zheng couldn't get used to his behavior. Therefore, his relationship with Ji Qian was not good.
If the person behind it is really Ji Qian, Wei Zheng's family has an accident, and Wei Zheng no longer cares about the affairs of the secret pavilion. Only Ji Qian will dominate the secret pavilion.
He Xun's disappearance, and Ji Qian asked He Xun to come to the secret pavilion, which is also reasonable.
Wei Zheng frowned: "However, Ji Qian is dead."
Later, Jiang Xun changed the rules of Ange, and Ji Qian died in that incident.
If he really wants to seek revenge, there is nowhere to be found.
Jiang Xun: "Was Ji Qian doing what happened back then, we have to ask Ji Yanru."
Even if Ji Qian is dead, he still wants to ask. He always feels that there are still some things that he hasn't figured out.
Wei Zheng nodded.
In this world, the only person who knows the truth may be Ji Yanru.
…
After having dinner at the Warlord’s Mansion, Lu Huai sent Ye Chu away. Along the way, they did not mention what had just happened.
The two said goodnight to each other just before she got out of the car.
Lu Huai looked at Ye Chu's back, his eyes darkened.
He knew that he had remembered something in the study, although it was only a short fragment, but he was familiar with it as before.
Lu Huai returned to the Warlord's Mansion, he entered his room and lay on the bed.
Those scenes flashed before his eyes. Although Lu Huai was not sleepy, he fell asleep quickly.
Once again, he sank into a dream.
Lu Huai opened his eyes, and in his dream was his room in the warlord's mansion.
His vision gradually became clear, and Lu Huai saw that there was a person sitting on his bed, she was wearing a white wedding dress.
Lu Huai was taken aback: "You..."
The man suddenly called out: "Lu Huai."
Lu Huai heard her voice clearly, and he was taken aback.
This voice is very familiar, and it coincides with the person in his heart.
It's Ye Chu.
Lu Huai stared at her silently, shocked, and joy rose in his heart.
Her face was hidden under the veil, her figure was thin, and her white wedding dress only made her skin look like snow.
His guess and everything in front of him overlapped.
Lu Huai has thought about the relationship between the two of them.
But now it seems that he and Ye Chu are closer than he thought.
Ye Chu was wearing a wedding dress, but Lu Huai's pace stopped. Somehow, he didn't dare to approach her.
Lu Huai's heart beat faster, but he just stood there watching her.
Ye Chu said, "Am I going to call your husband in the future?"
Lu Huai heard his own voice, as if he was not under his control, it came from a distant place.
"Then in front of others, can I call you Achu?"
Ye Chu's voice continued: "Okay."
Ye Chu thought for a moment: "The etiquette has been done. As a husband and wife, we will share weal and woe."
Her voice was extremely soft, tapping Lu Huai's heart lightly.
She is his wife, and Lu Huai confirmed this from her.
Lu Huai seemed to be aware of it. He tilted his head and looked out the window, just in time to see the heavy snowfall falling down.
He said to her: "It's snowing."
Ye Chu raised his eyes and looked out the window, her extremely soft laughter sounded in the silent room.
Lu Huai was suddenly stagnant.
It snowed heavily in Shanghai that night.
The picture is hidden deep in his memory, and she is looking at him from a distance through a white veil.
Lu Huai stood there, looking at Ye Chu in silence.
His wife wore a white wedding dress, calm and beautiful.
This night was familiar in his memory, as if watching his previous life.
On their wedding night, there was a heavy snowfall.