She was trying hard to match him, but he took the initiative to let go of her hand.
She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, the fluctuations there were no longer there, replaced by calmness, as if she was not the one who had collapsed just now.
Ning Mengyao walked into the yard, found a box from the large retro bed in the room, and took out a green jade pendant. On the transparent jade pendant, there was the word "通".
Looking at the jade pendant, Ning Mengyao put the jade pendant back into the box with self-mockery, closed the box and locked it with the key.
There was another box in the cabinet where the box was placed. After taking a look at the box, Ning Mengyao reached out to take the box over and opened it. There was a large stack of paper inside. After taking a look at it, she closed the box.
Taking the small box with her, Ning Mengyao went to the bank, but when she came out again, the box in her hand was no longer there.
Looking up at the bustling street and letting go of certain things, Ning Mengyao found that her heart felt much lighter.
She bought some vegetables on the street and went back to cook herself a meal. As the day gradually darkened, Ning Mengyao took the tung oil she bought and poured it on the house. The surrounding areas of the house were filled with tung oil. Late at night, Ning Mengyao took a torch and lit the place where she had lived for six years.
Seeing the small courtyard being eaten away by the flames and turning into ashes bit by bit, Ning Mengyao turned around and left, with only a small baggage on her body and nothing else.
The next day, when Ling Luo and his confidants came to Ning Mengyao's house, what they saw was a pile of burnt remains.
Looking at the house that was burned to ashes, a trace of panic flashed in Ling Luo's eyes: "What... is going on."
The man next to Ling Luo walked around the house and returned to Ling Luo after a while: "Master, tung oil was poured around this house." That's why the house was burned like this.
Her body took a step back uncontrollably, and she was as cruel as ever to leave in this way.
"Master, you..."
"Mingfang, I'm fine, why can't she understand me." Ling Luo murmured to himself.
Seeing Ling Luo like this, Ming Fang didn't know how to comfort her: "Master Ning, you know her character very well, don't you?"
The young master had been inexplicably kind to a village girl five years ago. He didn't understand it at first, but gradually he understood that Miss Ning was not what she seemed on the surface. At least she had that kind of temperament that he had never seen in any village girl. .
Ling Luo's hand froze slightly, yes, he knew best that she couldn't handle it, didn't he? If she was really asked to be an equal wife, she would rather give up, but now she has done it, severing the love between them in such a cruel way.
In a remote mountain village thousands of miles away from the capital, there was an exquisite wooden house at the foot of the mountain. It was surrounded by a fence surrounded by vine-like flowers. In a vegetable field in front of the house, some thumb-high vegetable seedlings were growing.
The door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a young girl walked out of it. The girl put on a light pink embroidered dress, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, and her waist-length hair was casually tied with a jade hairpin. The rest of her bun and hair were scattered casually behind her back, and this person was none other than Ning Mengyao, who suddenly disappeared in the capital.
A month and a half ago, Ning Mengyao came to this ordinary mountain village, bought a piece of land with beautiful scenery at the foot of the mountain and built a wooden house.
It had been a month and a half since she came to this place, and her heart gradually calmed down. Every day she did the things she had longed for, such as growing vegetables, doing embroidery, or going to the village. Every day was dull but fulfilling.
Putting the basket in his hand in the corner, he carried the small wooden bucket at the door to the stream not far outside the house, fetched a bucket of water and watered the vegetable seedlings in the vegetable field. After finishing, he returned to the kitchen to start the day. Life.
After the meal, Ning Mengyao took out an embroidery stand from the house. There was a pair of embroidery items on the stand, and above it was a half-rusted screen.
After sitting in the yard for a while, a voice came from the door. It was a girl's voice.