Chapter 252

"Canary..."

Her eyebrows and eyes slowly open, such as the green mountain at the beginning of breaking cloud moon. Lin Lang looked at him, "did the gentleman ever know that this canary is also called hibiscus."

Mr. Rong's face was still and silent.

"A few days ago, my husband collected several volumes of long history records for me."

She suddenly mentioned a thing, "there are a few words there let me see very happy."

The female voice said slowly, "Hibiscus should be planted on the Bank of the pool, and it is better to be near the water. If it is planted in other places, it will never be rich. " Emei graceful, she more and more light tone, "I remember Mr. smile said at that time, if Linlang is hibiscus, Mr. custom-made deep pool water, not by the human life, nor the east flow of the sea, quiet, let the wave light Flower Shadow accompany, with the summer fireflies."

Her tears, which she endured for a long time, eventually came down.

Like a sharp sword, he cut a ferocious bloodstain in his heart.

"These words Did you coax me, too? "

"Yes."

He answered without hesitation.

"So..."

She closed her eyes and gave a low smile.

I don't know who is laughing.

"I was the only one who was amorous."

Her black hair fell on her waist, and she no longer looked at Mr. Rong.

The pale fingertip touched Shao Qinghe's face, slightly rubbed, with a trace of itching.

Shao Qinghe saw the desolate look in her eyes.

"I've been in love with two people all my life." She said calmly.

His eyebrows trembled.

"The former man, we share the hardships and hardships together. I always thought he was my lifelong trust. On a frosty night, he would get up and tuck me in. At the beginning of my love affair, he gave me a wooden comb. The man didn't say that his hair was concentric, but I blushed and wanted to spend the rest of my life answering

Shao Qing and Zheng Zheng look at her.

The peach petals sticking to his lips, he tasted the astringency.

After a light touch, they separate for a short time.

The fingers ran from cheek to neck.

"The latter one, who was also a teacher and friend, taught me how to win people's hearts and charm me, but he didn't teach me how to distinguish his hypocrisy and hypocrisy. I must have disappointed him with my performance today She said with self mockery, "I talked big that day, and I also wanted to be a weapon for him to be killed."

"Now I want to cut my throat."

Mr. Rong's face was numb, not moved by it. "Thanks to Miss Shi's love, I'm very grateful for Rongjiu."

Lin Lang lost her voice.

"That's how you like him?"

The young man burst out.

Shao Qing and his two fingers clamped her chin, and his eyes were engraved with a chill, "for a big man like him, women are just icing on the cake for him. Whether there is one or not, it will not affect him. No matter how much you like him, you are just a piece in his hand. "

Lin Lang turned his head, "chess pieces?" She lowered her slender neck, which made him think of the willow in the spring breeze.

"That's good, too."

She had a dry voice and pretended to laugh. "At least I'm useful, and that's good."

Yeah?

You're so obsessed with him?

Shao Qinghe had a strange feeling in his heart.

As the shadow approached, Lin Lang suddenly felt a pain on her lips. The young man put one hand around her neck and shoulder, and her long legs thrust into her knees, forcing her to hold on to someone to stabilize her faltering body.

He lost control and chewed her lips, leaving no room to swallow her clean.

Mr. Rong looked at her sleeve trembling slightly. He stretched out his fingers and grasped the edge of the sleeve tightly, but he had to restrain it.

She's afraid.

Shao Qinghe pressed her to the door frame, and the heavy gasping sound was like a huge stone pressing on him.

"Tear --"

the sound of tearing brocade and silk suddenly rings, and the air is one of coagulation.

The fine snow color on the other side stung Mr. Rong's eyes.

She was obviously more flustered and turned her head subconsciously.

Mr. Rong is also looking at her.

"Don't..."

The thin gasp made the nerves of both men tense.

Mr. Rong's hand under his sleeve and robe was holding tightly, and there appeared a vein of blue veins.

It's the limit.

It's almost to the limit.

"Please, don't do this..." This time, she took the initiative to bury her face into the young man's chest and asked, "please, at least not here..."

How could her husband see such an embarrassing and degrading scene?

Shao Qinghe looked down at her. Her shoulders and neck were seared with blue purple. She was timid and delicate, which made people feel pity.

"Why, do you want to keep your last dignity in front of him?" He big palm falls on thin neck, "you seem to forget, who is the party that asks for help."She shivered in her arms, biting her bleeding lips.

"Please, master..."

Shao Qing and his eyes sank, and finally picked her up.

She climbed the young man's broad shoulder with one hand, and without resistance, followed him into the room.

Mr. Rong's face twitched slightly.

Until she looked back.

At that glance, it was goodbye.

She seemed to want to laugh and tugged at the corners of her mouth.

In the end, it is futile.

Mr. Rong was distracted to see her open and closed lips, and her blood froze in an instant.

"Thank you, brother nine.

"And take care."

He deliberately insulted her and angered her with words, but did he not want to save her?

She knows, she knows.

Her husband has always cherished her.

So, even if I see through, I still cooperate with his performance.

Because, he is the nine elder brother that she has recognized for a long time. He is the man who hangs his beloved pocket watch on her chest.

One's heart, one's heart, one's heart.

He wanted to help her, and she wanted to do him.

Mr. Rong suddenly laughed.

He stood up slowly with his hands on the ground. Regardless of the injury, he staggered towards the two men.

The eyes with water mist first showed a dull look, then shook his head.

No.

She conveyed the message of resistance and exclusion.

Mr. Rong was shot in the waist. Even though he was wearing a black shirt, there was still a group of eye-catching bloodstains. His hands were stained with his own blood and solidified a little.

The man walked forward a few steps, and then the faster he walked, the more intense he ran.

The choice to go forward.

Even if he knew it was a dead end.

Her eyes were wide with fear.

She shed more tears.

Shao Qing and nature also heard the footsteps behind him. He turned around and looked at the man who was several steps away from him. He was very calm.

"Bang --"

a sharp gunshot fell into the air.

Because Lin Lang jumped from him and pushed people away, which made his aim deviate.

"Brother nine!"

She opened her arms and ran to him like the color of snow that was about to melt in the sun.

Even if it's a cold opportunity behind me.

The swiftlet is pregnant.

With a smile on his face, he caught the golden sparrow flying to him. Her hair was scattered, her skirt was wrinkled, and her face was even more red and wrinkled. But he swore that it was the most beautiful moment he had ever seen.

Mr. Rong hasn't held people so tightly for a long time.

The man's shoulders spread out and gathered the man who he regarded as a treasure into his arms. He put one hand around his waist, and the other hand pressed her head down into his chest. If he can, he really wants to rub people into the blood and bone, no matter what.

Shao Qinghe pulled the trigger without expression.

Aim at Lin Lang.

Mr. Rong saw it, put his arm around him and turned around.

"Bang!"

The shot, unavoidable, hit the man's thigh.

Blood is flowing.

Mr. Rong's body could not be restrained from spasm.

"Brother nine? Brother nine

Lin Lang was shocked and pale, and her pale face was terrible.

"I It's OK. "

With the help of a wide range of hands, he managed to stand still. There was a bag of white powder in his palm, which was the arsenic / frost he had just found.

"Don't be afraid."

The man's face softened a lot.

During his whole life, he has been ups and downs in the turbulent times of war and gunfire. He has seen the splendor and splendor, heard about the decadence of silk and bamboo, once humble and fallen into the dust and mud, and once ascended to the clouds. Now in retrospect, all trance like yesterday's old dream, but holding her to sleep when the warmth is more fresh.

Mr. Rong bit open the wrapping paper and gulped down the white powder.

She watched, without stopping.

The last few mouthfuls, he mouth to mouth, to Lin Lang.

She had a mouthful of powder, like a child stealing cakes.

He chuckled and leaned down to lick her lips.

Unprecedented tenderness.

No one has seen Mr. Rong's tenderness.

Many people think that Mr. Rong's admission of defeat was the ultimate emotion he could express.

"Don't be afraid."

He repeated the sentence clearly, though the sweat on his forehead was as big as beans because of the pain.

"This time, nine elder brother accompany you."

Mr. Rong's expression returned to his former composure.

As if in front of him, the sky is just a small matter.

"You know, your nine elder brother's skill is quite good, if that bull's head horse face dares to be rude to you, I'll beat them so much that even my parents can't recognize them." He has a broad brow and a great waist. Even if the big tree will be decadent, he also has a breath of not being angry.Lin Lang tears into a smile.

"Nine elder brother is naughty again."

When Mr. Rong saw her smile, he also laughed, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

Lin Lang was exhausted, but she couldn't help her any more. They fell back.

Mr. Rong put his arms together and held her tightly.

"Cold?"

He asked.

Today, the weather was unexpectedly warm, and his white face was also covered with a layer of light powder.

"A little bit."

Lin Lang responds in a low voice.

"Hold tight, then."

"Well."

Mr. Rong did not know why Shao Qinghe did not continue to shoot, nor did he come to separate them. But he was already dying, and he had no clue to pay attention to so much.

He just wanted to hurry up and look at her a little more.

Just a few eyes.

In the distance came the pure and childish moo of cattle.

The sound of the wind and the waves of wheat are silent.

Mr. Rong tried to lower his neck, trembling, and fell a kiss on her forehead, but also gently gnawed.

Then, he laughed happily like a successful teenager.

Mr. Rong has always been calm and calm, but there is rarely a side of mischief.

Lin Lang giggled in his arms.

"It's itchy."

Little by little, the blood seeped into the soil.

Mr. Rong didn't seem to feel the pain and held her tighter.

"Hibiscus It is suitable to plant on the Bank of the pond and near the water. If If it is planted in other places, it will never have charm. "

Mr. Rong murmured.

He had not read many books, and before he became a big man, his ambition was just to be a blacksmith or a hunter. As soon as Mr. Rong looked at those elegant poems and ancient prose, he felt that his brain was pumping with pain.

However, there was a young lady who couldn't help it. She was born in a well-known family and preferred to write beautiful articles. Mr. Rong was deeply influenced by her and learned a little from her everyday life.

This sentence is also because of her joy, he secretly read for a long time before reciting.

"Fool nine brother." She corrected with a smile, "it's not rich."

Mr. Rong seems to have heard that.

I don't seem to hear that again.

The cloud flocculent in the sky is winding and swimming away slowly.

His pupils began to loose, and there was a warm smile on his lips.

"Come on If you are Hibiscus in the next life, Jiuge will be the still water under your roots. It will be warm in winter and cool in summer... "

Do not seek to be covered by the common people.

I don't want to flow to the East.

Nine elder brother ah, draw the ground to be a prison, forever and forever guarding you, OK?