Chapter 1020

July 11th, Chen Wanyue's birthday.

After the storm ended last night and the bright moon was in the sky, she went out of Fang's house and came to the place where she and Fang Yuan often come these days. She stared at the river in a daze until dawn and the sun came out.

This season's Carmen area is the highest temperature in a year. As soon as the sun emerges, a large amount of water is evaporated. The humidity of the air makes people feel stuffy. Even the fish in the river can't stand it. From time to time, they open their mouths and drill out of the water. When they find a woman on the bank, they dive again in a hurry.

I don't know when the water rose slowly from the upper reaches of the river.

If Chen Wanyue raises her head, she will not only see this light black fog floating on the water surface, but also these things appear in the forest across the river. If she takes a breath with her heart, she will have slight symptoms of nausea and dizziness.

There is no such thing in the southeast corner of the old city on the riverbank behind her. You can still see the blue sky.

A regretful, remorseful and sad woman should go up the riverbank, go back to the West Wing room of her family, sit quietly on the edge of the Kang, wait for a man to come back, and then sincerely ask him to forgive. She doesn't mean to hit him sincerely. It's because she has suffered too much damage over the years and wants to breathe a sigh.

She still loves him. She doesn't care whose son he is and how many years younger than her. As long as he can forgive her, she will always be a good woman as gentle as water.

But she didn't do it. She knew that she had completely hurt the man when she danced wildly.

Even if he could understand her difficulties and forgive her crazy stupidity, Chen Wanyue didn't want to go back.

She doesn't want to be a poor woman anymore.

She just wanted to go through the opposite forest and see her daughter in the ruins today when Fang Tianming said she would die.

Yue WanChen has seen the north of the desert, but she has only seen it. She never thought that a pure looking little leader of Shentong express would be her daughter - which worried woman would deliberately keep her in mind after meeting a girl?

You can't go there. There's poison gas in the forest that can kill you.

When Chen Wanyue slowly looked up at the forest on the other side, she thought of what Fang Tianming had said to her.

She suddenly woke up: Fang Tianming said she would die on her birthday. It was probably not calculated, but guessed.

Fang Tianming guessed that when Chen Wan's date came to "death", he told Fang Yuan all those things, which aroused Fang Yuan's disgust, abandoned her, made her completely desperate for the world and had no chance to live. Then he knowingly went into the forest across the river and died.

Chen Wanyue smiled. She was so poor that even her death was carefully customized for her by those people, taking advantage of her uncontrollable revenge.

If she doesn't have a sense of revenge, she just wants to completely forget that she is Chen Wanyue, but stays around quietly like Yue WanChen, she won't die. She will be a quiet woman, arranged by Fang Yuan in a quiet place far away from downtown and beautiful mountains and rivers, and enjoy the rest of her life.

It's a pity that Chen Wanyue, who should have lived quietly and might have a child and start her new life, did not put down her hatred of revenge and embarked on a dead end that others had planned for her.

"Chen Wanyue, in fact, this is your life. It has been doomed since you first came to this world."

With a calm smile on her face, Chen Wanyue looked down at the water.

The surface of the water flowing slowly to the East, like a mirror, reflects a beautiful woman like a flower. She has no clothes, her skin is snow-white and delicate, and her vitality is like those two mountains. She is proud and vigorous, adding moving colors to this area full of strange atmosphere.

It's just that a beautiful and charming appearance has never been a benchmark to measure happiness. At most, it will only make a woman feel that she really didn't come to the world in vain, didn't waste the excellent resources given by her parents, and gave birth to a daughter more beautiful than her. It can also be regarded as making a certain "contribution" to the world.

"I hope you can be ugly in the next life, so you won't be selected as a chess piece to operate like a crane standing in a flock of chickens."

Chen Wanyue smiled, slowly raised her hand and began to comb her disheveled hair.

The action is very slow and careful, just like the night when she officially became her wife in the summer, dress up well.

There are only mirrors on the river, no lipstick, no eye shadow and no eyebrow pencil. She can only use one water grass to comb the green silk behind her head, and then pull out a strand of hair in front of her forehead. This looks lively and mischievous, and the whole person is much more intelligent.

Naturally, there is no wedding dress.

In the world, which fashion designer can design Chen Wanyue's own natural beauty?

Skin whiter than chicken protein and smoother than silk is the best material for clothes.

Chen Wanyue was quite satisfied with her "clothes" which were much more beautiful than her wedding dress. She specially used her fingernails to hook a little cyan black mud and gently used it as an eyebrow pencil on the top of her eyebrows.

The face like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River immediately had a touch of evil spirit, and looked like an elf who had accidentally entered the world.

"This is the real me."

Chen Wanyue stared at the river with a satisfied face. I don't know how long it took until her eyes were astringent and slightly painful, she smiled softly and stood up from the stone.

It was like wearing a ground pulling wedding dress. Chen Wanyue put her hands around her waist, slowly poked out her slender right leg, flawless right foot and five toes together, and slowly stepped into the water.

Because there is no one, the river is particularly clear, and there is no silt at the bottom of the river, only a lot of blue and white pebbles, which are slippery and comfortable to step on.

The river is not wide, that is, more than 20 meters.

The river is not deep, and the deepest part just overflows Chen Wanyue's proud chest. She just needs to hold up her chin as proudly as the queen and walk gracefully, and soon walked to the other bank.

"Farewell, Fang Yuan."

Chen Wanyue looked back at the river bank on the other side, smiled softly and said low, "you will be a good child."

You'll be a good boy.

Only a woman who is older than a man but is infatuated with him can say such words. With this mentality, Chen Wanyue can suddenly wake up: it turns out that she has always regarded Fangyuan as a brother and a brother, just like those big sisters who said to their little brother in their arms when they were nine years old that "sister will accompany you all your life".

"Chen Wanyue, where are you?"

When Chen Wanyue walked into the forest more than ten meters away, she heard a sound from behind.

She suddenly turned back -- the range of turning back was too large and too sudden. The dark hair behind her head floated like a dark cloud, but she couldn't break away. She could only swing back quickly and hit her heavily in the face.

It hurts.

Chen Wanyue burst into tears and blurred her vision. She could only vaguely see a man running in the street across the river, putting his hands on his mouth and shouting where she was.

"Fang Yuan, why did you come back to me again? Why are you back? Are you back? "

Chen Wanyue, with tears flowing, murmured back. After just two steps, she reached out to hold a tree and stopped.

Now that she has crossed the river, there is no possibility of going back.

All the signs of chest tightness, shortness of breath, sweet voice and blurred vision have indicated that a terrible phenomenon has begun to happen. Even if she can run back to the river as fast as she can, wave to the man who quickly ran to the west to look for her and say that she is here, so what?

Today is July 11th. It's her death date.

Death, which had passed through the miasma evaporated after the forest rain, locked her throat. Just like the wild dog who caught a rabbit, he shook his head desperately and greedily ate her blood.

The sound of shouting gradually disappeared and could not be heard in the end.

Chen Wanyue held the tree in her hands, bit her lips hard, sobbed and slowly collapsed on the ground: "Fang Yuan, I hope I can meet you again in the next life. If there is an afterlife --"

The sound of someone walking through the grass came from Chen Wanyue's back.

She quickly raised her hand, wiped her eyes and looked back.

She really wanted to see who was coming, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only see a vague shadow.

That figure is quite huge, or fat.

The master of the figure, whose voice can be heard from a distance, is like a pig carried on the slaughtering table.

"Who -- who, who, where?"

Chen Wanyue stared to the maximum, trying to see some visitors as clearly as possible.

But the bigger her eyes were, the more blurred her sight was. She could see nothing clearly. She could only hear the footsteps. After a pause, she came to her.

Far away, Chen Wanyue, who can't see anything clearly, can feel a terrible violent breath.

This breath frightened her and made her instinctively want to stand up and run away as quickly as possible.

But she couldn't get up. Her whole body was as soft as the gas. She didn't have any strength. She could only bite her teeth and try to hold the thick and thin tree at the mouth of the bowl. She listened to the approaching footsteps and asked in fear, "you, who are you, what are you going to do?"

It seems that there is a very hot liquid. When she speaks, it drips out of her nose and corners of her mouth. The itching is not very effective. When she raises her hand and wipes it, she hears someone ask in front of her: "are you Chen Wanyue?"

"Yes, I, I am Chen, Chen Wanyue!"

Chen Wanyue quickly nodded hard. When she spoke, her tongue seemed to freeze. It didn't work at all. "Who are you, how, how do you know me?"

"I'm Mo Beibei."

With a dry throat and stinging eyes, the fat on his face trembled and showed a very gratifying smile.

Mobei was right. She was extremely frightened by the physical upheaval. She only wanted to regain her confidence by killing people, and gave her "kind" advice that someone here had been waiting to be killed by her for a long time.

Sure enough, the sight began to blur in the north of the desert. When I was about to walk through the forest, I really saw a man.

A woman crying with a tree in her arms and naked all over. She is very beautiful and has a great figure.

If Chen Wanyue's figure is not perfect, mobeibei may be able to control the violence in her heart and ask her why she is here waiting to be killed.

Any woman with a good figure is the enemy of northern desert.

Especially Chen Wanyue, who is still under Mrs. Jiuyou's hand, is more worthy of Mobei's action.

"Mo Beibei? You, you are Xiaobei! You are my daughter -- eh! "

Chen Wanyue was stunned for a moment. Then she was ecstatic and released her left hand holding the tree. When she wanted to touch her daughter's cheek, her heart ached.