Chapter 1957: 1957
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The carriage starts, Feng Shaojin lifts the curtain of the car, and finally looks to the end of the road. The place where she can see is still empty.
She finally completely escaped from his palm, wasted his plan, tried everything, almost even life, still can't keep her.
Feng Yichen is right. Once his feelings are mixed with lies, his sincerity will be greatly reduced, even if his heart to her has never changed.
He leaned against the wall of the car, covering his chest, coughing low, involving the blunt pain of the wound, which seemed to be hidden in the bone marrow, eating his flesh and blood.
When I was young, I met a gorgeous girl. From then on, I saw that the mountain was not a mountain, but the mountain was empty, and the water was not water, but the water was shining. I saw that you were not you, but I didn't know where to start, so I went deep...
when Mo Lingwei's carriage stopped at the door of the wooden house, the boy went in to inquire about it and came back to report: "Miss, there is no one in it."
Mo Lingwei pinches her nails into the palm of her hand. She gets out of the carriage with her cape, and her embroidered shoes step by step walk towards the hut on the dirty land.
The boy opened the door of the cabin with a look.
It seems that there is still a little residual temperature in it, and the faint fragrance of medicine lingers in the air. There is a letter on the desk, which is written by Shaojin in her own handwriting:
I hope you are safe when I go back!
How ironic!
Is he not the one who has brought her to this stage?
Mo Lingwei turns to get out of the wooden house.
She stood in the open suburbs, the vast world, the cold wind howling, flying snow dancing.
"Burn it!" Mo Lingwei stretched out her hand, so thin that she could see the green tendons spread out. She caught the flying snowflakes and melted them in her palm.
Mo Lingwei sighed: "it's snowing. It's beautiful!"
More beautiful than thousands of fireflies.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
After hearing this, he was stunned to see that Mo Lingwei's thin figure had disappeared in front of his eyes. He went back to the carriage and rushed into the room. He threw all the unused wax oil on the bed and lit the fire everywhere.
Soon, the heavy fog mixed with smoke and dust was drawn into the air by the wind, and the cabin was in a sea of fire.
The boy sat back in the carriage again: "Miss, it's burned."
"Go back to the house." Mo Lingwei put down the curtain and said in a light voice.
On the empty road, only two faint marks were left after the wheels rolled. Soon, they were covered by more and more snow, and there was no trace.
...
Gu Wei was engrossed in the car, listening to the coughing sound from time to time in the car, and asked anxiously: "young master, is it because you are always standing outside the door these days, frozen?"
Feng Shaojin kept silent.
Gu Wei sighed. He wanted to change the topic. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Until a snowflake fell in his eyes, Gu Wei looked up at the sky and said, "young master, it's snowing. It's snowing early in the north."
The curtain of the car was lifted and Feng Shaojin looked out.
Numerous snowflakes fall from the air, like cotton wadding, flying in all directions.
Gu Wei suddenly called out: "young master, there's a fire. There's a lot of smoke there."
Feng Shaojin is indifferent.
Gu Wei added: "it's like the location of our cabin."
Feng Shaojin suddenly pokes her head out of the window. Gu Wei slowly slows down the speed of the carriage and looks at that place: "how can a good one catch fire?
This weather, how can such a big fire.
It's not a natural disaster, it's only a human disaster.
Feng Shaojin will want to blurt out the cough down, took a deep breath: "turn the car head, go back to have a look."
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The carriage starts, Feng Shaojin lifts the curtain of the car, and finally looks to the end of the road. The place where she can see is still empty.
She finally completely escaped from his palm, wasted his plan, tried everything, almost even life, still can't keep her.
Feng Yichen is right. Once his feelings are mixed with lies, his sincerity will be greatly reduced, even if his heart to her has never changed.
He leaned against the wall of the car, covering his chest, coughing low, involving the blunt pain of the wound, which seemed to be hidden in the bone marrow, eating his flesh and blood.
When I was young, I met a gorgeous girl. From then on, I saw that the mountain was not a mountain, but the mountain was empty, and the water was not water, but the water was shining. I saw that you were not you, but I didn't know where to start, so I went deep...
when Mo Lingwei's carriage stopped at the door of the wooden house, the boy went in to inquire about it and came back to report: "Miss, there is no one in it."
Mo Lingwei pinches her nails into the palm of her hand. She gets out of the carriage with her cape, and her embroidered shoes step by step walk towards the hut on the dirty land.
The boy opened the door of the cabin with a look.
It seems that there is still a little residual temperature in it, and the faint fragrance of medicine lingers in the air. There is a letter on the desk, which is written by Shaojin in her own handwriting:
I hope you are safe when I go back!
How ironic!
Is he not the one who has brought her to this stage?
Mo Lingwei turns to get out of the wooden house.
She stood in the open suburbs, the vast world, the cold wind howling, flying snow dancing.
"Burn it!" Mo Lingwei stretched out her hand, so thin that she could see the green tendons spread out. She caught the flying snowflakes and melted them in her palm.
Mo Lingwei sighed: "it's snowing. It's beautiful!"
More beautiful than thousands of fireflies.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
After hearing this, he was stunned to see that Mo Lingwei's thin figure had disappeared in front of his eyes. He went back to the carriage and rushed into the room. He threw all the unused wax oil on the bed and lit the fire everywhere.
Soon, the heavy fog mixed with smoke and dust was drawn into the air by the wind, and the cabin was in a sea of fire.
The boy sat back in the carriage again: "Miss, it's burned."
"Go back to the house." Mo Lingwei put down the curtain and said in a light voice.
On the empty road, only two faint marks were left after the wheels rolled. Soon, they were covered by more and more snow, and there was no trace.
...
Gu Wei was engrossed in the car, listening to the coughing sound from time to time in the car, and asked anxiously: "young master, is it because you are always standing outside the door these days, frozen?"
Feng Shaojin kept silent.
Gu Wei sighed. He wanted to change the topic. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Until a snowflake fell in his eyes, Gu Wei looked up at the sky and said, "young master, it's snowing. It's snowing early in the north."
The curtain of the car was lifted and Feng Shaojin looked out.
Numerous snowflakes fall from the air, like cotton wadding, flying in all directions.
Gu Wei suddenly called out: "young master, there's a fire. There's a lot of smoke there."
Feng Shaojin is indifferent.
Gu Wei added: "it's like the location of our cabin."
Feng Shaojin suddenly pokes her head out of the window. Gu Wei slowly slows down the speed of the carriage and looks at that place: "how can a good one catch fire?
This weather, how can such a big fire.
It's not a natural disaster, it's only a human disaster.
Feng Shaojin will want to blurt out the cough down, took a deep breath: "turn the car head, go back to have a look."
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The carriage starts, Feng Shaojin lifts the curtain of the car, and finally looks to the end of the road. The place where she can see is still empty. She finally completely escaped from his palm, wasted his plan, tried everything, almost even life, still can't keep her. Feng Yichen is right. Once his feelings are mixed with lies, his sincerity will be greatly reduced, even if his heart to her has never changed. He leaned against the wall of the car, covering his chest, coughing low, involving the blunt pain of the wound, which seemed to be hidden in the bone marrow, eating his flesh and blood. When I was young, I met a gorgeous girl. From then on, I saw that the mountain was not a mountain, but the mountain was empty, and the water was not water, but the water was shining. I saw that you were not you, but I didn't know where to start, so I went deep... when Mo Lingwei's carriage stopped at the door of the wooden house, the boy went in to inquire about it and came back to report: "Miss, there is no one in it." Mo Lingwei pinches her nails into the palm of her hand. She gets out of the carriage with her cape, and her embroidered shoes step by step walk towards the hut on the dirty land. The boy opened the door of the cabin with a look. It seems that there is still a little residual temperature in it, and the faint fragrance of medicine lingers in the air. There is a letter on the desk, which is written by Shaojin in her own handwriting: I hope you are safe when I go back! How ironic! Is he not the one who has brought her to this stage? Mo Lingwei turns to get out of the wooden house. She stood in the open suburbs, the vast world, the cold wind howling, flying snow dancing. "Burn it!" Mo Lingwei stretched out her hand, so thin that she could see the green tendons spread out. She caught the flying snowflakes and melted them in her palm. Mo Lingwei sighed: "it's snowing. It's beautiful!" More beautiful than thousands of fireflies. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? After hearing this, he was stunned to see that Mo Lingwei's thin figure had disappeared in front of his eyes. He went back to the carriage and rushed into the room. He threw all the unused wax oil on the bed and lit the fire everywhere. Soon, the heavy fog mixed with smoke and dust was drawn into the air by the wind, and the cabin was in a sea of fire. The boy sat back in the carriage again: "Miss, it's burned." "Go back to the house." Mo Lingwei put down the curtain and said in a light voice. On the empty road, only two faint marks were left after the wheels rolled. Soon, they were covered by more and more snow, and there was no trace. ... Gu Wei was engrossed in the car, listening to the coughing sound from time to time in the car, and asked anxiously: "young master, is it because you are always standing outside the door these days, frozen?" Feng Shaojin kept silent. Gu Wei sighed. He wanted to change the topic. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Until a snowflake fell in his eyes, Gu Wei looked up at the sky and said, "young master, it's snowing. It's snowing early in the north." The curtain of the car was lifted and Feng Shaojin looked out. Numerous snowflakes fall from the air, like cotton wadding, flying in all directions. Gu Wei suddenly called out: "young master, there's a fire. There's a lot of smoke there." Feng Shaojin is indifferent. Gu Wei added: "it's like the location of our cabin." Feng Shaojin suddenly pokes her head out of the window. Gu Wei slowly slows down the speed of the carriage and looks at that place: "how can a good one catch fire? This weather, how can such a big fire. It's not a natural disaster, it's only a human disaster. Feng Shaojin will want to blurt out the cough down, took a deep breath: "turn the car head, go back to have a look." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
