The moment he stepped into the door, Song Ci saw all the sights in his sight glowing with old yellow.
His mind seemed to be forced in, flashing strange pictures.
He saw Jiang Liang, who was soaked, holding a wooden stick, and desperately pushed the guard at the door, moving his crippled legs and running towards the courtyard.
The rear guard raised an unsheathed knife to hit Jiang Liang's neck, but was stopped by another person.
"What are you stopping me for ?!" the guard said angrily.
"Let him in." Another humane, "It always needs a conclusion."
"What if he was killed ?!" This hastily roar passed into Song Ci's ear, and he gave a sharp snoring.
The two guards were not as fierce as they saw in their eyes.
With the effort of the two, Jiang Liang stumbled and ran to the courtyard. Under the heavy rain, he shouted, "Feng Zhuojun--!"
The sound went so far that the sound of the horn suona stopped instantly.
Song Ci blinked and found that he was standing in Feng's courtyard, the rain was pouring, his clothes were soaked, and the cold was sent in by the wind. Song Ci could feel the coldness of his body, but Jiang Liang still stood upright.
The sounds stopped, and the guests inside the hall heard the sound and came out to stand under the eaves to watch the excitement. Feng Zhuojun who was visiting the hall also followed.
He was standing in the middle of the crowd, and his wedding gown was quite dazzling. Jun Lang's face originally had an unfazed smile, but when he saw Song Ci, his face changed instantly.
Song Ci keenly felt that the Feng Zhuojun in front of him was different from the previous one.
However, the next moment, an uncontrollable pain gushed from the softest part of his heart, wrapping his entire chest quickly, making it difficult for him to breathe.
This is Jiang Liang's emotions. It is not so violent, but it is unbearable. It is clearly an old thing that has been separated for decades. When I see him again, Jiang Liang still has such vivid pain.
Suddenly, Song Ci felt tears in his eyes, and all scenes became blurred.
He suddenly wanted to understand why he felt sorry for Jiang Liang.
These things that made Jiang Liang painful decades ago were Song Ci holding his hand and taking him through it again.
For the so-called truths he wanted to know.
Song Ci's feelings of self-blame came so fast, but I didn't know how to say sorry to Jiang Liang, and had to watch him step by step towards Feng Zhuojun.
Feng Zhuojun stood under the eaves, forming a strong contrast with the embarrassing Jiang Liang. He frowned, all with strange expressions on his face. "What are you doing?"
Jiang Liang walked down the steps and, despite a lot of strange eyes, raised a smile to Feng Zhuojun, "Are you married today?"
Before Feng Zhuojun answered, the bride lifted her red hijab and walked out. The moment she saw Jiang Liang, her face was covered with hate, her hand was slap, and her strength was so strong that Jiang Liang almost stood still.
Feng Zhuojun stopped when he saw this, and the bride was angry, and she let go of his hand, "What are you doing to stop me? You haven't killed this bitch!"
Instead of speaking, he pulled the bride a few steps back and said to the humane, "Kick him out!"
The subordinate obeyed and wanted to come up and pull him. Jiang Liang was unwilling to leave, struggling and questioning, "You once said to me that if one day we get married, the person who will be in love with you will be me. How long will you take this Did you forget these words? "
Feng Zhuojun was silent.
"You also said that you would use blood and silk to make a unique wedding dress for me. Even if it exhausted my whole family, even if it took years, I didn't expect you to honor these grand words, but why, you even Did not give me a good account, just abandoned me like this? "Jiang Liang's voice was miserable, and he was sobbing blood, eyes staring at Feng Zhuojun.
"Sorry," Feng Zhuojun said suddenly.
Jiang Liang laughed abruptly. "It's exactly the same, it's exactly the same as what was said then."
Song Ci was shocked by his madness, for he was afraid of any madness or he would just go into evil.
"You might as well beat me directly, abandon me, and insult me, it's like whispering and apologizing to me like this." Jiang Liang gritted his teeth, "How can you please me?"
The bride's Wang was so angry that she twisted a beautiful face, and said to the humanity, "Why do you eat ?! Don't throw people out!"
At this time, Feng Zhuojun's parents arrived, and after seeing Jiang Liang, he was busy teaching people, Feng Zhuojun seemed to want to stop, but was sternly stared at by Master Feng, did not dare to take any action.
The thick stick of the wrist hit him mercilessly on the body, neck, arms, back, legs, just a blink of an eye, hit the stick.
Jiang Liang clenched his teeth and shuddered with pain, but he laughed, the cold rain flowing through every corner of the body, and into the hot and cold heart.
He stubbornly looked at Feng Zhuojun, with a begging expression in his expression. He didn't care about the eyes of others, only hoping that Feng Zhuojun could look at it.
But Feng Zhuojun always set his sight elsewhere.
This meal was more fierce than in the building. Jiang Liang couldn't bear the beating. A blood spurted out of his chest, dyed a bright red flower, and was instantly stained by rain.
Feng Zhuojun said busyly, "Stop! Stop!"
Mr. Feng was going to stare at him again, he explained, "Today is my day of great joy, it is not appropriate to see the red, let people throw him out."
Perhaps his appearance was too pitiful, and the guests went out to persuade him. In the end, Master Feng waved his hand and "threw people out and dared to come in to make trouble, and then he abolished his singing voice!"
Jiang Liang was lifted in this way, and threw it out of the door cold-blooded. He rolled on the ground for a few laps and stopped, curling his body into a ball with the pain of his whole body.
"Sorry ..." he sobbed. "It hurts you."
The voice was so light that only Song Ci could hear it.
He squeezed his heart like a hand, restrained his beat, and made him a little breathless. Fiction baby novel network www.xiaoshuowa.com
Jiang Liang, Jiang Liang, gentle Jiang Liang, fragile Jiang Liang.
He grew up strong, followed his mother's last wish very well, and became a kind person. At this critical moment, he still apologized for Song's resignation.
The pain in his heart was passed to Song Ci without any reservation. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you love him so much?"
For his willingness to draw a picture, he stayed in the city of Qinchuan for decades, and endured the ridicule and insult of the people in the city. So, hasn't this love faded for a long time?
Or has it been turned into a difficult to resolve obsession, perhaps Jiang Liang knew very well that his behavior was weak and humble, so when Song Ci asked him why he did not leave Qinchuan City, he could hardly be silent.
Let others insert a knife into the heart, and then hide with a gentle smile.
But what did Jiang Liang do wrong? Why did he bear this?
Jiang Liang said, "Little boy is afraid that he has not yet experienced love."
Song Ci admitted, "It really isn't."
Jiang Liangdao, "Someday you will meet someone who makes you tempted, and you will understand that maybe you can't do everything for him, but if you leave him, you will feel that everything in life is meaningless . "
"That's how love is. When you get infected, there is nothing you can do."
Song Ci said nothing with his lips, neither understood nor irrefutable.
When he was silent, someone came up with an umbrella, stopped in front of Jiang Liang, and slowly crouched down.
Jiang Liang looked up, "The landlord ..."
The fat woman's face was full of tears. "Child, how hard are you? I don't want to be scolded, so I have to come here to find trouble."
"I'm not willing ..." Jiang Liang wept.
"Go with me, let's stop provoking Feng's family." The fat woman touched his face and said softly.
This surprised Song Ci, who had previously seen her fierce and thought she was treating Jiang Liang like that because she was afraid of being furious by Feng's family. She did not expect her to be kind, but she used another method.
In the middle of it, Song Ci heard Wen Changchu's voice, "Little Fox, Feng Zhuojun left something for Jiang Liang that year, and hid in his bedroom."
"What?" He asked subconsciously.
"It is Feng Zhuojun's promise." Wen Changchu replied.
This remark was like a torch suddenly lit, which suddenly illuminated the confusion in Song Ci's heart. He closed his eyes slightly, grasped the initiative of his body instantly, and stood up from the ground with pain.
Jiang Liangzhang wondered, "Little boy, you ..."
Song Ci said, "Don't worry, let's see what Feng Zhuojun fulfilled that promise."
After speaking, he stepped towards Feng Mansion again, the fat woman looked at him in amazement and stopped loudly, "Jiang Liang!"
Song Ci turned his head, glanced at the fat woman, and wanted to say something, but thinking about it was just an illusion of the year. It would be useless to say more, so he ignored it.
He ran a few steps and jumped up with the attention of the two guards, jumping lightly over the wall.
When the two guards were anxious, they rushed out from under the eaves, pointing at Song Ci, "You are not going to die ?! Come down!"
Song Ci did not return his head this time, and jumped straight from the wall, whispering to Jiang Liang, "Feng Zhuojun's room, do you know where?"
Jiang Liang didn't know what he was going to do, and was a little flustered. "Little boy, you are still on the chessboard and you can't act without permission."
Song Ci stood behind a dense tree and used this to resist his voice. To Jiang Liangdao, "Listen to me, this chessboard is not dangerous to me. I'm going to confirm one thing now, I hope you can help."
Jiang Liang only thought for a moment, then agreed, and he said, "I have caused you to suffer from these flesh and blood, and you are very unhappy in your heart. If you have anything to say."
"Then tell me now where is Feng Zhuojun's room." Song Ci nodded.
Fortunately, Feng Zhuojun brought Jiang Liang to Feng Mansion, because he was still familiar with the terrain of Feng Mansion, and directed Song Ci to bypass the patrol guards and slip into Feng Zhuojun's bedroom easily.
Feng Zhuojun's room is not large. It is connected to a small study. The contents are clean and tidy. Song Ci glanced roughly, then rolled up two wet sleeves, and looked around the house very rough.
He was completely destructive in finding things, and everything he saw was turned upside down. This behavior scared Jiang Liang. He said, "Little boy, what are you doing?"
"Looking for something." Song Ci answered briefly. He probably had a spectrum in his heart, knowing what Feng Zhuojun left behind, so he dared to rummage like this.
"I see it, but can you tell me what it is? Maybe I have some impression."
Song Ci didn't say anything, sulking his head all the way from the study to the bedroom, ignoring the clutter thrown by him to the ground, walked to the bedside, opened the bedding, and suddenly lifted the bedboard. A dark wooden box appeared in the Right now.
He grinned. "I found it."
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