亚洲日韩欧美婷婷综合久久

Mu Xia is taken good care of by her, and Lin Shuanghe often comes to see her. Xia Chengxiu still laughs and does the things in his hand orderly. Sometimes when he wakes up at night, he subconsciously tries to touch the people around him. Until his hand touches the cold mattress, he seems to realize that the person who warms him is no longer there, and he is slowly silent.

Five years after Yan he left, commander Yan and his wife actively advised Xia Chengxiu to remarry. Xia Chengxiu is not very old at this age, and shuojing city is not without widows remarried. She is gentle and gentle, and she is the daughter of Lord Xia. She may not have a good family. Xia Chengxiu declined.

Xia Chengxiu said: "I have Moxia, it is enough."

A new "Yongxu hall" has been opened in the capital city. Xia Chengxiu often goes to help. She arranges her life to the full and calmly continues to live a life without Yanhe. He Yan often comes to talk to her. Xia Chengxiu knows that she is worried about herself. However, from small to large, she is a temperament that does not let people worry. As Yan he saw her for the first time, he never let himself suffer.

Ten years after Yan he left, Mu Xia had the appearance of a young boy. His eyebrows looked like Yanhe, and he was more delicate than Yanhe. The marksmanship has been very good. When he Yan and Xiao Jue get empty, they will show him how to use swordsmanship. He often provoked Xiao Jue, dressed in a high horse tail and holding a silver gun, and said, "commander Xiao, in a few years, you will be my defeated general."

Of course, the end is Xiao Jue left on the tree. However, although he didn\'t beat Xiao Jue, he found a place in Xiao Yao\'s body in the name of competition, so-called "father\'s debt and daughter\'s compensation".

Fifteen years after Yan he left, Mu Xia had a girl she liked.

The young man is staring at the things in his hand. Seeing his mother come in, he can\'t help hiding the sachet sent by his sweetheart. Xia Chengxiu smiles clearly and sits down beside him.

"You like this girl very much?" She asked.

Yan Musha subconsciously retorted, "who likes her?" The roots of the ears are quietly red.

Xia Chengxiu touched his head: "then you remember to treat her better."

The young man pretended to be calm and did not open his eyes. He held back a red face and said, "hum."

Twenty years after Yan he left, Yan Muxia married the daughter of the Minister of Hubu, the girl he liked at the age of 15, and gave birth to a daughter, named Yan baose, in small letters.

Yan mushia is very good to her mother and daughter. In the capital of Shuo, it was said that guide Zhonglang was strict with Yan Nanguang. Now when I see Yan mushia treating his wife and daughter, I can see that his son inherits his father\'s business.

She looks like her mother and is closest to her grandmother Xia Chengxiu. Her temperament is not as good as Yan Mucha\'s, nor as lively as her mother\'s.

Twenty five years after Yanhe\'s gone, five-year-old curl is playing in the mansion. She finds a cloth bag under her grandfather\'s old bed.

Yan He\'s study has not been moved in recent years. It keeps its original appearance and is cleaned by Xia Chengxiu himself every day for more than 20 years. I didn\'t pay attention to call the curl to slip in, curl small, drill into the study of the inside of the small collapse, unexpectedly found the baby wrapped in red cloth. Think about it, curl or give treasure like cloth bag to Xia Chengxiu\'s hands.

After many years, seeing what Yan he had left behind, Xia Chengxiu\'s hands shaking when he stroked red cloth. She opened the cloth bag, the sunlight came through the window, and her eyes narrowed slightly in the sun. After so many years, she was old, and her eyes were not as clear as before. It was a book with some happy travels written on it.

This book has been stored for a long time, the pages are completely yellow, and because it is kept in the dark all day long, there is a kind of decadent tide. Curl has already been attracted by the bailing outside the hospital, and she runs out. Xia Chengxiu\'s eyes fall on this page for a long time. She finally thinks of the book that she left behind when she went to the Sishui waterfront to enjoy the flowers with her cousin.

At that time, she was only 16 years old, which was the best time. At that time, in the spring, the paper kite of Surabaya beach was entangled, and the young man cut off the girl\'s love feelings with a knife. She was resolute like a villain who had no feelings. When she turned around, she picked up her lost travel notes and collected them for so many years.

She slowly opened the page and was stunned.

The title page of the book, I do not know when, was secretly written on a line of small characters.

"The flowers are deep and the willows are overcast. The willows wear flowers to find the sound of the letter. Your heart is in my heart. "

The handwriting is rigid and frivolous. It is written by a man. She is not unfamiliar with it. It is Yan He\'s handwriting.

Time flies by. In an instant, it seems that we can go through many years. We can see the frivolous young man sitting in front of the desk, biting the pen, almost gnashing his teeth, and writing such a poem full of grievances and complaints on the title page. It\'s as if the resentful wife denounces the heartless person as hard as iron.Who could have thought that this was something Yanhe could do?

Xia Chengxiu was stunned for a moment and chuckled.

The sun gently fell in her hair, the star of her hair has been blurred, dimple like flowers, such as the first love of 28 girls, is sweet and happy.

That night, she met Yanhe.

He stood in front of her in his new silver robe, arrogant and arrogant as he had been many years ago. And she was wearing a thin yellow skirt, curly Tingting, standing in front of him, quietly asked: "why did you take my book?"

The young man\'s original arrogance changed rapidly, but he still tried to keep calm. He coughed and said, "I found it. It\'s mine."

"You\'re still scribbling on it." She gently pointed out his evil deeds.

Yanhe\'s face turned even redder and explained: "it\'s not graffiti...".

"what is not graffiti?"

"Yes..." he fidgeted with his horse\'s tail. His voice was a bit broken and the jar was broken. But the ending voice was a little bit of invisible grievance. "That\'s what you think it means!"

Xia Chengxiu stares at him and doesn\'t speak.

Like a paper tiger, he asked, "you... What do you think I do?"

Xia Chengxiu couldn\'t help laughing. Yan He looked at her at a loss. After a while, he seemed to be felt by Xia Chengxiu\'s smile, and then he began to laugh. Hesitantly, he stretched out his hand to pull Xia Chengxiu\'s hand...

"pa --"

the wind blew the window violently. Xia Chengxiu opened his eyes, but without Yan He, the bed beside him was empty. She looked at the tent for a long time, slowly sat up and got out of bed barefoot.

It was late at night and it was cold on the ground.

This is the 25th spring day after Yan he left. She wakes up from her dream and can\'t sleep with sadness. She slowly sits on the ground and buries her head in her knees. For the first time in many years, she starts to cry soundlessly.

Day said slow, a day is long, said fast, blink of an eye is a lifetime.

Thirty years after Yan he left, Xia Chengxiu died of illness.

Her descendants kept her in front of her fall. The woman lived a quiet and gentle life, always calm and gentle. On her deathbed, she only handed a book to Yan Mucha and asked him to bury herself with Yan He.

When the coffin was buried in the earth, it was a sunny day. The paper kites on the coast of Surabaya fell into the sky, and the peony blossomed with passion. For example, one day many years ago, he came from the long dike full of new willows and bent down to pick up the travel notes, but unconsciously, he left behind his happy young heart.

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