How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 281 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my eyebrows, but my heart (39)

  Wen Xien walked in with a black umbrella. Before she got close, she heard a series of miserable cries, her footsteps stopped, and she was a little afraid to go in.

   After hesitating for a long time at the door, Wen Xien stepped in.

   The black umbrella was caught by the bodyguard behind him, the bodyguard put away the umbrella, and Wen Xien walked over.

   The more he went inside, the clearer the cry became. Along with the cold wind, Wen Xien pursed his pale lips.

   A coffin was placed in the middle, and Mother Du's extremely haggard-looking hand was beside her, crying heartbreakingly.

  Du Jiang has many concubines, and of course gave birth to many sons, so Du's father is not short of sons, he is short of people who can bring his business back to life. So Wen Xien will be safe and sound.

   But Mother Du is different, she gave birth to Du Jiang, a child, and she is old and has little hope of having a second child.

   Du Jiang's death undoubtedly means that Du Jiang has lost his support from now on. If the benefit is on anyone's head, it will not fall on her head.

  The trees whose leaves have fallen are covered with white snowflakes. When the wind blows, the snowflakes fall angrily like peach petals in the spring breeze.

The young master of the Liang family, whose face was pale and transparent, and his face was not like a mortal, walked up to Mother Du. Her snow-white hand, which was so white that you could clearly see the dark blue blood vessels, fell on Mother Du's back. pat.

   "Please... condolences."

The hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, and it entered Mother Du's ears in a low voice. Her eyes looked at Wen Xien through the mist, and a deep hatred and pain immediately appeared in her eyes, but she But he didn't speak, didn't tell Wen Xien's crime.

   But Wen Xien saw everything in her eyes.

   Wen Xien's face was tired, and there always seemed to be a bitter smile on his pale lips.

   The noble Feiyang was so domineering that the young master of the Liang family knelt in front of Du Jiang. Her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and her long eyelashes trembling seemed to be soaked in water.

   "If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me at any time, and I will meet all your requirements..."

   Mother Du looked at Wen Xien kneeling at her feet in shock, covering her mouth and suppressing the cry in her throat.

   This is not something that can be forgiven by kneeling down. Mother Du wants this person to go to jail and wants the murderer not to be at ease outside, but...

  Who made her the child of Liang Zhongshan?

   In the lead-grey sky, there are dark clouds. Feather-like snow fell down.

  Wen Xien waited until Mother Du was tired from crying, and then left the rest. Not only was the snow outside not small, but it also tended to get bigger and bigger.

  Snow fluttered in the wind, and snowflakes fell on her face from time to time, soft and cool, accompanied by the cold east wind, which scratched the skin on her face deeply.

   She was wearing a suit at the moment, and she was numb from the cold.

The bodyguard behind    put a black coat on Wen Xien, and after finishing it carefully, he retreated behind him to hold an umbrella.

   I don't know if it was because of the wind. Wen Xien felt his eyes were astringent, as if some cold liquid was flowing down.

  She and Shen Yue met in spring, but they separated in winter. This winter is different from previous winters.

  This winter is extraordinarily cold, cold to the bottom of my heart.

  In the pavilion in the garden, Wen Xien saw He Runcheng inadvertently.

   He has grown a lot taller this year, even taller than Wen Xien, his muscles are strong, his smile is always bright, like the summer sun, and his skin has darkened.

   The moment she saw He Runcheng, the corner of her mouth bent unconsciously, she raised her hand to say hello, but she saw the person opposite He Runcheng without any opinion.

The girl raised her head to talk to He Runcheng. She was a little thin. Even if she wore a lot of clothes, it could be seen that she was very thin. The hair on her forehead was a little long, covering one eye. When He Runcheng was talking, she would sometimes He raised his head, carefully observed the other party's expression, and then curled into a shy, somewhat shy smile at the corner of his mouth.

  I don't know what they said, He Runcheng scratched his hair, his face was a little hot, he seemed to blush a little, and the tip of his nose was red, he didn't know if he was frozen or shy.

The eyes of the two inadvertently collided, and after a moment of stunned, they turned their heads in a tacit understanding, one looked to the left and the other to the right, as if there were sparks in the other's eyes. Fire blazes a prairie.

   The man opposite Wen Xien knew, the daughter of San Yiniang, named Liang Yujin.

  Liang Yujin has no sense of existence in the Liang family, and so does San Yiniang, who has a low status and climbed onto Liang Zhongshan's bed by means, and has never been very popular.

   In Wen Xien's memory, Liang Yujin would only stand in a small corner, then looked at her timidly, and called her brother with a very small voice.

  I don't know how to mature with He Run.

   Wen Xien put down his raised hand and looked at the two people in front of him almost blankly.

   He Runcheng at this moment makes her feel strange.

   Wen Xien knew that He Runcheng was a thin-skinned person who blushed very easily. She had seen him blushing many times.

   At that time, his entire face and neck were red, which was especially obvious on his fair skin. Unlike now, only his cheeks and ears were red. It wasn't large in size, but it was so conspicuous.

  Wen Xien didn't know how He Runcheng got to know Liang Yujin, but she was very tired at the moment and didn't want to worry about these things, because she had to go through this garden to get to her yard. He Runcheng saw the thin and slender figure.

   He Runcheng was taken aback, then ran over quickly, seeing that Wen Xien was wearing so little, and seemed to complain a little, "Master, why are you only wearing so much? Button up the outer coat."

   He Runcheng didn't wait for Wen Xien to react, so he started to help Wen Xien get dressed.

He Runcheng's eyes fell on Wen Xien's frozen pale face, and he said to the bodyguard who was holding an umbrella behind him with great dissatisfaction, "How do you take care of the young master? The young master's illness is still not cured, so you just put on clothes for her? "

   He Runcheng, who was angry, gave people a completely different feeling. He lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were dark, and he had the sharpness of a sword drawn out of the scabbard.

   Wen Xien looked at He Runcheng, who was frowning and worried, and suddenly said, "How did you meet her?"

The    she was referring to was undoubtedly pointing to Liang Yujin in the pavilion.

   He Runcheng froze. He cared about Wen Xien very much, and his eyes fell on her face subconsciously, for fear of seeing any bad expressions.

   Wen Xien's cold and emotionless face, only ruthless indifference, the jade ice sculpture seems to be exquisite and perfect.

   Wen Xien like this is completely different from before, making people feel more distant and unattainable.

   (end of this chapter)