Adore Trick of Beauty

The cold and remote Yongxiang is a place where even spring is unwilling to probe.

The Lantern Festival has passed. The snow gradually melted, but as far as the eye can see, the Yongxiang is full of gray and decaying colors, and the people here are also gradually losing the color and youth of delicate flowers just like this Yongxiang, and are deprived of all their vitality by the increasingly heavy labor. Energetic. Everyone is like a puppet, day after day, doing a job that will never see the end, their eyes gradually become dull like dead fish, and there is no more waves.

Nie Wushuang only felt that he was like a walking dead, alive or dead, there was no fundamental difference.

Is this his punishment for her? Or is God's punishment exhausted?

She only hoped that one day, she would be able to die in such a drowsy way while washing her clothes, without having to think about anything, or recalling anything. how nice...

But on a cold morning in early spring, her wish was shattered.

After washing a basin of clothes, she took a deep breath and lifted the wooden basin vigorously, but her blank gaze suddenly fell apart when she encountered a bright yellow shadow on the courtyard gate.

His heart seemed to be pinched tightly by a cold hand, and he could no longer beat.

As soon as she let go of her hands, the freshly washed clothes fell to the ground with the wooden basin, stained with mud.

There is the sound of wind in my ear, whirring past me, it's so cold. He was standing by the dilapidated courtyard gate, his eyebrows and eyes were as clear as ink paintings, and he was as handsome and elegant as before. There was no wind or wave in the deep eyes, and he seemed to have been standing there for a long, long time.

My heart finally thumped. Nie Wushuang squatted down dumbfoundedly, slowly picked up the dirty clothes, staggered to get the well water, brushed the messy hair at the sideburns, rolled up the sleeves and started washing. Waking up early with an empty stomach, an empty heart, and an empty mind made her unable to think anymore, nor did she want to think about why he suddenly appeared in this ominous and dirty alley.

The sound of splashing water washed away the dirt on her clothes, but it couldn't wash away the endless panic and fear in her heart. Why did he come, why did he come...

She washed for a long time, until the pair of dragon boots embroidered with auspicious dragon and cloud patterns appeared on the ground in front of her, she didn't stop her hands.

The clear well water in the basin reflected her present self, her dirty clothes, her slightly swollen face, and her dull eyes no longer had the trace of Qingcheng Wushuang back then.

She lowered her head, staring blankly at her own reflection in the water. No tears fell, but the heart was slowly dripping blood.

"Is he... dead?" She asked, her hoarse and difficult voice startled even herself.

After a long time, Xiao Fengming's clear voice came from above his head: "Still in the sky prison. The three departments will interrogate, and the conviction will not be so fast."

Nie Wushuang suddenly laughed softly, the laughter was like a ghost crying, but also like a sad sigh.

She brushed her messy hair, started washing her clothes again, and never looked at him who was so close.

Xiao Fengming watched as her skinny arms lost their lustrous smoothness, and her palm-sized face became even thinner. Only those beautiful eyes were the same as the first time I saw them, cold and full of soul. The arrogance that spreads from inside. Is this Nie Wushuang? It seems to be, but he feels that she has become so alienated that he can't touch him, and he can no longer see the slightest shadow of the smiling and smiling. The once lingering love, all the illusions she gave him, all took off all the gorgeous coats in this compelling reality, so naked

naked before his eyes.

Nie Wushuang wrung out his clothes, picked up the tub once and walked towards the washing line not far away.

She passed by him without stopping for a moment. In her numb eyes, Xiao Fengming saw an expression that made his heart palpitate. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand.

Nie Wushuang turned his head and looked at Xiao Fengming in front of him. The sun had already risen, and the shining dragon robe on his body was blinding. He is always like this, aloof, like a god admired by all people.

"Is the emperor looking for Wushuang for something?" Nie Wushuang asked calmly without moving.

"Do you want to die?" Xiao Fengming asked word by word, his Qingjun calm face was already livid.

Nie Wushuang laughed: "Death? In Yongxiang, death is not allowed."

She looked coldly at Xiao Fengming in front of her: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, Wushuang will not commit suicide."

To live, to live in the meanest way. Living in this eternal alley like the tomb of the living dead, death was a luxury she could not have dreamed of. From the moment Xiao Fengqing was caught without a fight, she knew that his and her life and death were out of her control.

Xiao Fengming let go of his hand, and asked slowly: "Don't you also miss our children?"

Nie Wushuang stared at him for a long time before uttering a sentence: "He is your child, not mine any more."

The hand that was holding her wrist shrank suddenly, and the pain pierced to the marrow. She said nothing, just stared at him. Silent stubbornness is more difficult to break than thousands of gates. Xiao Fengming couldn't see the fragility in her eyes, let alone a trace of compromise and sadness.

beg.

This is Nie Wushuang, this is Nie Wushuang whom he loves to hate!

This is to betray him, to deceive him! At the end of the day, Nie Wushuang, who insisted on sticking to the foolish promise and fell into hell with the arrogant and ignorant Xiao Fengqing!

Thousands of words were stuck in his heart, he looked at Nie Wushuang in front of him, wanted to crush her thousands of times, but he didn't know where to start.

Nie Wushuang slowly broke away from his hand, turned and left. The sky gradually became brighter, and her thin figure seemed to be going home by the wind under the sky. There was a spring breeze blowing over the corner of Xiao Fengming's dragon robe, but he could no longer feel the warmth of spring.

After Nie Wushuang finished drying his clothes, he turned around, but his shadow was no longer there. Everything just now was like an illusion. She rubbed her hands together and continued to dry the clothes dumbly. The sky was so bright that it shone like blood in her eyes.

Finally, the clothes in her hands slipped, and darkness struck, and she finally fell to the ground...

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What Bing said is that the finale will be released today and tomorrow, not an open ending! It will definitely end! I'm dizzy! ...

He vomits blood and asks for a monthly pass, is there any? Wushuang was tortured and fainted, and I'm about to faint...