Chapter 1100: My dream of love by myself (2)

The only difference is that at that time, he still had ink hair like a waterfall. Start on the whole network, book guest!
At this moment, I suddenly remembered that the picture was even clearer.
It was very late at night. She was late to go home because of her playfulness, so the back door that she stole away was in the secluded alley just outside the back door of their house. In the light of the moonlight, a beautiful person walked towards her. The demon man in the picture.
I don’t know if it’s because the other person is too good-looking, so Xiaoqi at the time looked at him a few more times, or maybe he was too depressed and painful that night, so when Xiaoqi looked at him, he and her Glancing at each other.
At that glance, Xiao Qi saw his heart-piercing despair and pain in his eyes.
His eyes are telling, why, why you still gave up on me, I can do nothing for you, how can you, how can you still marry someone else. Start on the whole network, book guest!
A Jing, why?
Only after that glance, he staggered away lonely, Xiao Qi tilted his head and looked at his lonely and desolate figure in the moonlight, not very clear why he was so desperate and painful.
Also, why did the person he loves, the person named A Jing, want to marry someone else?
Xiao Qi was still young, a five- or six-year-old girl, because although the sadness in that man's eyes left a very deep impression on her, she still didn't remember anything in the blink of an eye.
She didn't tell anyone about it. She thought she had met only a frustrated passerby.
Until this moment.
Xiao Qi was a little suffocated. She saw that the man walked down the white jade steps step by step, holding the crowd among the crowd, hitting the hand of the puppet grass, completely unconscious Shui Jingmo, and calling out in a gentle and affectionate way.
"A Jing."
His voice was soft and sweet, and only these two words, when they were read from his mouth, seemed to contain all the joy and love in this world, which made people's hearts tremble.
He pulled the water and ink with a stupid expression, step by step up the steps, his soft voice sounded softly again.
"Ajing, good time is here."
In the empty and quiet square, his soft voice was exceptionally clear and sweet.
Xiao Qi stood beside Su Xingjiao, fingers tightly grasping his sleeve, everyone looked at the pair of Biren on the steps with a dull expression. Shui Jingmo, dressed in a white robe with a splash of ink and landscape painting, matched with the red dress of the man next to him, standing side by side, it makes people feel like an exceptional match and perfection. It is simply... fascinating.
One red and one white clothes, one ink and one silver hair, the contrast is so sharp, and behind the thrilling beauty, there is a strong sense of sadness.
Xiao Qi is now cold all over, and her blood seems to be frozen at this moment.
She seemed...as if...yes, she understood something.
A Jing... is Shui Jingmo, her uncle,... her little aunt Feng Peining's husband.
Xiao Qi looked at Feng Peining in a panic. She was wearing a light purple dress, standing in the front of the crowd. Because her back was facing her, Xiao Qi couldn't see anything. She couldn't imagine that if the sister was not poisoned. , Then at this moment, how would she feel when looking at such a picture.
At this moment, the man in red who was about to walk up to the high platform suddenly turned his head and looked at the crowd