"Mother!"
The little tree demon rushed forward and hugged Xihe.
In order to avoid trouble, Xihe cast an illusion before entering the town. At this time, he and Qingle had the same face.
Uncle Zhong's face was also anxious: "Young madam, where have you been? The young master and the young master are very worried... who is this?" He was startled when he saw the same cold face.
Xihe smiled and explained: "This is my sister."
Uncle Zhong saluted quickly, and then nervously hurried up and down to greet the masters for dinner.
Fan Xiu was restless and stepped forward to help. The little tree demon felt an inexplicable fear when he saw Qing Le and huddled tightly in Xi He's arms. Qing Le glanced coldly and sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard.
The dinner was very sumptuous, and Uncle Zhong also added some clean leftovers from the afternoon.
Fan Xiu suddenly remembered: "Madam, no, that, Brother Liang and others..."
Xihe ate his rice: "No, they won't remember."
"oh."
Fan Xiu shut up and ate in silence.
The little tree demon also held his own small bowl and took a big bite. He was also unaffected. Fan Xiu looked at his son with a sense of loss in his heart. He turned around and saw the woman meditating in the yard, and felt even more exhausted.
Good days, suddenly...
After hastily finishing their meal, the group began to wash up and rest.
Qingle refused the request to enter the house and continued to meditate directly in the courtyard.
"Mom, the baby is so sleepy and wants to sleep."
The little tree demon hugged Xihe's thigh, his eyelids were fighting, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
Xihe stood up holding him and walked to the bed: "Okay, let's go to sleep." After putting him on the bed, the little guy started looking for his father again. Fan Xiu pursed his lips, but in the end it was difficult to refuse.
"Hey hey hey, sleep, the baby needs to sleep."
One hand held someone's hand, and he fell asleep after a while.
The moonlight was like water, and the cold moonlight shone in from the window. Outside the house, there was silence except for the sound of the night wind. The two of them were separated by the little tree demon and were extremely silent for a while.
Xihe turned his head. He fell into the shadow and could only see a blurry outline.
"Fan Xiu."
She spoke.
Fan Xiu turned his head and said nothing.
Xihe said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, just say it."
She knew it was not easy for him to accept this all at once, but he suddenly became cold and she felt uncomfortable. She always had the illusion that she was late.
Xihe turned his face sideways: "There is one thing I didn't say. We are independent and free from each other."
"Whatever you want to do is entirely up to you. There is no need to worry about me, and there is no need to feel restricted. I respect all your choices. If you feel that you cannot face me with your current experience and outlook on life, then tell me .”
Fan Xiu looked at her: "What next."
Xihe: "You live your life well, and I'll look for the next life."
The wind blew, the window lattice flapped, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and the vision suddenly became dark. Fan Xiu suddenly laughed out loud: "Do you love me, Fan Xiu, or do you love your reincarnated lover?"
My heart was sour and astringent: "Am I me, or am I him?"
Is he a puppet?
He has an independent personality and complete values. He loves her...
After the hot-headed stage, these questions started to pop up little by little, along with others.
Xihe looked at him: "You are him, he is you, you are one, you just lost part of the past memories that belong to us."
Fan Xiu: "Why do you still remember? What happened between us?"
He asked very naturally, but Xihe was stunned.
Fan Xiu came out of the shadows with a handsome face: "As far as I know, I lost my memory and almost got married to someone else, and you... you come here to find me."
"If I wasn't so miserable, if she didn't resist me, do you understand?"
do you understand?
This kind of relationship is very dangerous, and a little carelessness can lead to big mistakes.
Fan Xiu looked at Xihe seriously: "I really, no, I should say, does he really love you? Don't you feel uncomfortable? Aren't you tired? Aren't you aggrieved?"
Xihe was momentarily speechless.
She was aware of these problems, but always avoided them subconsciously.
Fan Xiu looked at the sleeping little tree demon and analyzed his own psychology for the first time: "I am very sure that I loved her and wanted to marry her at that time. Xiaobao is very cute. Although she ignored me, I didn't care at all. I don’t care, I am willing to give everything for her and work hard for this family.”
He smiled and said: "I even thought about working hard for the imperial examination in the future to give her a better life."
Xihe froze in place, his body getting colder.
Fan Xiu looked at her: "I know roughly when you came. You made no secret of your enthusiasm for me, you were frank and sincere, you put your heart in front of me, and you were afraid that I wouldn't notice your love."
"Have you done this kind of thing many times?"
Xihe's throat tightened and he said harshly: "It's okay."
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it had always been like this. Xihe was suddenly confused.
Fan Xiu: "I have no memory, so I don't know what happened, but I love you and I'm not willing to do this, and I'm not willing to let you suffer any injustice."
Gouzi: "..."
Shouted: "The evil words are confusing the people, the evil words are confusing the people, Xihe, don't listen to him! This man... wuwu."
The evil wind that came from nowhere made it do somersaults, and it couldn't care about anything at all.
Xihe looked at Fan Xiu without saying anything.
Fan Xiu twitched his lips: "I feel like I've been fooled. My feelings for you, my growing concern for you... all of these things challenge my bottom line and three views."
Xihe curled his fingertips and gradually tightened his cuffs.
She didn't want to hear it anymore, but Fan Xiu's words were pervasive: "Read the books of sages, establish yourself as a gentleman, and be a virtuous person."
"Although Qing Le is ruthless, she is the wife of my Ming matchmaker, but you...you have replaced her. Even though I love you, even though I can tell you apart, my purest and hottest feelings are no longer there. She has enjoyed all my good."
"You know it's me, so my heart is unreserved."
"You will not be willful or lose your temper. You tolerate all my imperfections, again and again."
Fan Xiu asked her, "Are you really not aggrieved?"
Xihe froze on the spot, his brain was pounding and his breathing almost stopped.
The window lattice was wide open, the trees in the yard were swaying, and the meditating person had long gone. Fan Xiu stepped forward and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a clean voice: "I'm sorry for making you sad."
Xihe shook his head, avoided him, and backed away.
Fan Xiu pulled her arm and held her tightly in his arms: "I just don't want you to work so hard. You should be loved well. Why is this happening?"
He buried his head in her hair and burst into tears.
Fan Xiu took a deep breath: "I can't find him, and I may lose my memory in the next world, so I can only tell you these words. I hope you will always be happy and free, and always be favored. You deserve the best in the world."
"I hope it's me who loves you."
