Chapter 50 Chapter Forty-Nine

Xiaoqiu intends to leave quietly. There was no farewell, no sound, no trace, just disappeared into the air from then on, as if I had never been to this place before, and left gracefully.Forget about this woman. According to legend, there is a bridge on Huangquan Road called Naihe Bridge.At the end of the bridge, there is a woman named Po Meng waiting there, offering a bowl of thick soup to every passer-by.Day after day, Mengpo's soup has a name Mengpo soup.Anyone who has drunk Mengpo soup will forget all the entanglements in this life, and enter the reincarnation path without any worries to start the next life.

Now what Xiaoqiu needs is to walk across the Naihe Bridge and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.But can he really forget everything? Just when Xiaoqiu was about to stand up with the hero Huijian, she saw Chun, the woman who made him happy, made him sad, made him unforgettable, and made him worry about her. Chun walked towards Xueting from the corner.Xiaoqiu's feet seemed to be rusted, and she didn't move. The determination to leave just now ran to Java immediately. Chun was dressed neatly, without a trace of confusion, and still had a gentle and radiant face, without any abnormalities at all.I heard from Dongmei that you have been sitting here for a long time, so I came here to see you.Chunrourou slowly: Are you okay?

fine.really all right?Chun looked concerned, well, I just want to be alone.Chun comes over to hold Xiaoqiu by his arms: let's walk together.good.There is a magnet on Chun's body, and Xiaoqiu obeys obediently. Arm in arm, the two walked slowly in the back garden on the path paved with bluestone slabs and covered with snow.Xiaoqiu hesitated to speak several times, but finally said nothing.Thinking of the scene he saw just now, he really couldn't believe that the heroine was the virtuous and real woman beside him.Holding pure and warm hands, complex feelings such as happiness, vicissitudes, and sadness arise spontaneously.

I heard from Chunlan that you are looking for me everywhere?Pure said calmly: I read a book in the study for a while. Well, I know, so I didn't come to you.Xiaoqiu said: The owner sent an invitation to let our family have a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve. Pure was very surprised.Even she herself hadn't seen Zou Xifeng for several years.are you going? Of course I will.Xiao Qiu blurted out almost without thinking, why he answered like this, he couldn't explain for a while. Xiaoqiu was still looking for a reason, saying: Wouldn't it seem unnatural if you didn't go?In fact, this is just a diplomatic rhetoric. Not only will the listener not believe it, but even the speaker himself will not believe it.The relationship between the owner of the villa and the second owner of the villa has long been strangers, and there is no family relationship at all.

Well, I listen to you.Pure nodded, still trusting, and said softly: It's getting late, let's go back. Chun decided to have a long talk with Xiaoqiu in bed at night.Why in bed?It was because she felt that a man would tell the truth when he was in bed or drunk, and would speak out what was in his heart. At that time, a man would say anything to the woman he liked. Some men like to play a little deeper, not only the people who are together suffer, but they are also very tired.Humans need to communicate, otherwise what do we do with our mouths, just eat?What's the difference between that and a pig?

Night fell quickly.Winter nights always come very early.When they returned to the living room, the dinner was already prepared, and Panpan, Chunlan, and Dongmei were already waiting. Dinner was rich and, of course, wine.Xiao Qiu didn't intend to drink at first, but she couldn't stand Chun's soft words to persuade her, so she still drank a lot.My heart was already in a panic, and it almost got out of hand when I drank it, so I had to have fun. Use wine to shed sorrow and worry even more, draw a knife to cut off water and water to flow even more.Fortunately, Chunzai Xiaoqiu ended the drinking session decisively when Xiaoqiu seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and reached the best state of drinking.She has a lot to say to Xiao Qiu, if she doesn't say it, she will have no chance in the future.

bedroom.People have dispersed. In Chun and Xiaoqiu's original bedroom, two red candles that were only available when they got married were actually lit. What day is it tonight?Is it newlyweds or parting? Looking at the two big burning red candles, Xiaoqiu seemed to be insane, even Chun told him to go to bed, and he couldn't go to Chun's bed again.Now that you have made a mistake once, you cannot continue to make mistakes. Passionate hurts grudges since ancient times.The most difficult thing to deal with in life is emotion, not to mention the emotion Xiaoqiu encountered.In the vast sea of ​​people, it is not easy to meet someone who makes your heart flutter. Some people may never have such a moment of confusion in their life, because it cannot be premeditated, it cannot be deliberate, and it happens naturally. of.When you haven't tasted this taste, you can't imagine who will make you feel this kind of heart.

In Baizhang Red Dust, we play ourselves, ordinary people who live and die in an ordinary way.All ordinary fragments, all complained and doubted times are actually the warmest chapters in life; all the dull days are actually like the rain in the empty mountain, with a long lasting charm. I have something to tell you.The first one to speak was Xiaoqiu, he had a serious face, he didn't look like he was drunk at all, maybe now he is more sober and rational than ever. Whatever you say, just say it.Junya became solemn: I also want to open my heart to you. Xiaoqiu lowered her head with difficulty, not daring to look into Chun's eyes, and finally made up her mind, and said hesitantly: I am not the second villa owner Zou Song, and I am not your husband at all.

Pure said very calmly: I know. you know?Well, I knew it from the moment you got into my bed. Yes, you should know better than anyone else.Xiaoqiu smiled wryly: Of course, no wife doesn't know about her husband.He said again: Since you know, you still let me go to your bed? Neither did I at first.Chun blushed: There was nothing to do about it, because this was originally a play for Qian Zhuang to watch. acting?You use me to act?Yes, this was originally a stealth plan. You actually knew who I was from the beginning?Yes. Doctor Lin performed plastic surgery on me to look like your husband, and then put me in Songzhuang, on your bed, so that when I woke up, I thought I was the owner of Songzhuang?You guessed right.

Xiaoqiu said: But you should know that I am a normal man with needs, how can I bear it?Few men can stand around such a beautiful and mature woman as Chun, unless he doesn't like women. If it wasn't for you first, I wouldn't do that kind of thing with you.She was so ashamed that she covered her face and cried: I am sorry for my husband. Xiaoqiu's heart softened.How could he have the right to blame a woman who sacrificed everything for her family and her husband?Besides, Xiaoqiu has nothing to lose. Xiao Qiu silently handed Chun a towel, what Chun needs now is comfort and consideration, and what she needs is a little time to adjust her mentality.In fact, he himself didn't need a little time.

Human power is limited.In the past, it wasn't too difficult for Xiaoqiu to catch a flower picker, a thief, etc., and she gained a little fame in the world.But now they are facing a wealthy, well-organized, and treacherous opponent. What they are facing is not a single person, but a group, a huge and intertwined force.The world is all about strength, if you don't have enough strength, what can you use to be a hero, and what can you use to stand up for justice? It is easy to shake the sky, but difficult to shake the bank. Fortunately, Xiaoqiu still has the spirit of admiring martial arts: one is that the brave are not afraid, and the benevolent must have the courageous spirit of courage.The second is the integrity of sacrificing one's life for righteousness and sacrificing one's life for benevolence.Integrity is the best weapon against power.The people are not afraid of death, so how can they be afraid of death! The vicissitudes of life show the true qualities of a hero; the enemy is in front of him, and the pride is even greater.