Chapter 344: Because I like warmth, 148

When people come and go, they pass through the eyes, and the person stands there and has not left.
It seems that I have never left.
And he never looked back.
Knowing the despair of Seoul's fall, the birth of a child is not as good as death. For four years, four years have been said to Xuan Jiu, they have not thought about it.
no.
She has never been afraid of thinking about him.
She went from despair to acceptance, and she accepted his departure and vowed to live with the childishness.
But he appeared.
Just in front of you.
At that moment, the pain that swallowed from the front was overturned on the apex of the heart, and the heart was filled with five flavors, and the pain was terrible.
Her lips were bitten tight, and she pressed hard with the few swords she held in her hand, slamming into the back of the man.
This fall, overturned all -
Anger, pain, grievances.
A few screaming sounds of the floor, the sword fell from his back.
One of the scabbards that slipped from the hilt ruthlessly cut the corner of the man's back.
In her hand, she held a sharp sword and stared at him without wavering, watching him turn around.
The man hits the Yunjin Sweatshirt, and the side is the embroidery of the idle cloud crane. The half of the ink, the familiar and cold face greets the eye. Compared with the past, the eyes are a little more refined and chilly.
A few warm eyes looked at him, his eyes became more and more red.
I want to cry.
Wronged to cry.
She held the sword in her hand, but her hand was shaking.
Not far from the stage, the play sings low--"Thinking, hateful, hate to return to the time to start."
The snow fell and the wind was blowing her voice.
The man also looked at her, his eyes were dull and quiet, such as the quiet snow flowing in the glacier, falling down on the stone drop by drop, how the stone would move, how can it feel pain.
He looked at her calmly for a moment, hung his eyes, leaned over and slammed the sword on the ground, picked it up, and gave it to her, gentle and alienated: "The girl's sword is gone."
The number of warm eyes gradually dissipated.
She wants to try to see this person clearly, but she can't see it clearly.
"What's wrong?" Beier came over from the stage. He felt boring when he listened to the singing. He let Wen Youyi look at it. He came over to find a thousand inks, but he did not expect to see this scene. .
Thousands of inks said: "Nothing."
A few warm eyes looked up at him, slightly opened his mouth, and slowly lowered his head, watching the sword he handed over, the eyeballs slowly condensed, without the slightest emotion. Then, the small mouth suddenly burst out a small group of hot air, but it seemed to be mixed with endless pain. She smiled slightly and whispered: "No, this is no need."
After all, she reached out and took the sword in the hand of Qian Qianmo, threw it, and turned away.
When she came out of the palace in the North City, she was disheartened.
This is four years.
She turned away from his eyes again and finally stopped being disheartened.
The heart is dead.
......
"Thousands of ink... Do you know the girl?"
I didn’t say anything, but I leaned over and smashed the sword that she threw on the floor, then turned and walked away.

晟千墨!

Thousands of inks lived in the footsteps, did not look back, calmly said: "I am quiet tonight, no one should come to me."
The streets are very lively, and there is a hustle and bustle everywhere.