Chapter 1300

"Did my brother tell you about Miss Jingxian?" Bai asked.

Jing Yu shakes his head and is silent for a moment. He tells Bai Rutong the beginning and the end of the story.

Yesterday, when Jingyu was free, he went to find Bai Chusheng in the west of the town. Winter came early, and she made him a cloak and sent it. As soon as I entered the door, I heard him playing again.

He sat in front of guqin, fingering guqin, melodious slightly sad music overflowing from his fingertips.

Jingyu doesn't dare to disturb him. When Bai Chusheng plays the piano, she likes to be quiet and doesn't like to be disturbed. She stands in front of the door and looks at him quietly.

After a song, Bai Chusheng raised his eyes, picked up a hairpin from the table and put it in his hand. His eyes suddenly covered with a layer of light sadness.

"Big brother Bai!"

Jing Yu smiles and walks into the room with his cloak in his arms.

"How did you come?"

Bai Chusheng noticed her coming, and the melancholy in his eyes gradually faded away, and what he put on was a touch of tenderness.

"Here's your cloak."

Jing Yu put his cloak into his arms with a smile: "I sewed it for you. It's Lin Mian. It's warm. Brother Bai, please try it on."

Bai Chusheng stood up and put the hairpin on the table. Jingyu's eyes are sharp. She is attracted by the hairpin. She blinks and holds it up: "this hairpin..."

"Don't touch it!"

The next moment, Bai Chusheng snatched the hairpin from her hand and put it into her arms.

Jing Yu choked and was frightened by his sudden low roar, which made his brain empty for a moment. Her cloak fell from his shoulder. Instead of picking it up, Bai Chusheng turned and walked into the inner room, carefully putting the hairpin into the brocade box.

Jingyu's heart was slightly sad. She looked at the cloak on the ground, quietly picked it up, and tried to raise a smile: "that hairpin belongs to sister Jingxian. I'm sorry, i... I shouldn't touch it."

"Go back. I'm not in the mood to accompany you today."

Bai Chusheng said.

"Bai... Elder brother Bai..." Jing Yu bit his lip. "I'm sorry, I don't know this hairpin belongs to sister Jingxian. I... I didn't mean to. Elder brother Bai, don't be angry with me, OK?"

As early as I knew, she shouldn't have touched his things. She blamed her own hands and couldn't control it.

"Yesterday was the memorial day of Jingxian. I'm sorry... I'm really not in the mood today. Please go back."

Bai Chusheng doesn't want to let his low mood affect her any more. Although he also knows that it's unfair to her, he can't control his sadness.

"Brother Bai! I've made a mistake with you. Do you want to do this to me? Sister Jingxian has been dead for more than two years. Must elder brother Bai let me fall into such a sad mood? Are you fair to me? "

At last, she couldn't help but roar.

Yes, she was wrong. I shouldn't touch the memory of Bai Chusheng.

She also knows that no matter how many years Jingxian died, she eventually occupied a place in Bai Chusheng's heart.

She can't replace it. Although she doesn't want to admit it, this is the reality.

But

But she will also be sad

She would be hurt if he treated her like this.

"I'm sorry..." Bai Chusheng sighed. Looking back, Jingyu's eyes were already covered with tears. He was slightly stunned and wanted to comfort him, but Jingyu stepped back two steps. She held her cloak, inspected it left and right, picked up a pair of scissors from the cupboard and stabbed it hard.

Before Bai Chusheng could react, his cloak had been cut to pieces.

"What are you doing?"

He snatched the scissors from her hand and asked.