Chapter 302

Jingyuan has a history of hundreds of years, so every plant, tree and stone in the garden is a little dusty and ancient. Although the hundred year old garden has been turned into ruins and nothingness, the rebuilt garden, though less than 100% unreal, has the charm of the past seven%.

Not to mention, the people who built the garden spent all kinds of thoughts. They just wanted to build a beautiful garden in every place. Although a good garden is beautiful, there is no confidant to appreciate it, which inevitably seems a little bit lonely.

After going to the shipyard, it is the Sichun hall. This is the place where Fu Zheng used to work. Therefore, the plaque is rigorous. Birds and animals are carved on the eaves and corners, which pierce the sky. The walls are white and the tiles are black. Once entering the Sichun hall, there is a huge vine rack, under which there are stone tables and chairs, and a whole set of Kung Fu tea sets. The small square patio is simple and elegant We can see the owner's taste in all the details of that year. The two gates are half closed and the garden is just a small garden.

Because it's late autumn, without the bustle of flowers in full bloom, there are all kinds of daisies competing with each other in the season. A flower shelf is built on one side. Under the flower shelf is a sandalwood rocking chair. On the rocking chair is a book opened and buckled. There's fine and fragmentary sunlight passing through the flower shelf. It's fluttering and falling on the book cover. The mottled light and shadow are trembling and quiet, and the smell of old time is flickering However, I came to you in a daze as if I had come back to the past.

The man who came in shuddered and stopped, one hand on the gate of the courtyard, one foot into the garden, one foot outside the door, his thin face was dark blue in the eye socket, and his forehead was yellow, but the hand that grabbed the collar of the coat was still bright white, but there was no blood color on his fingertips, which was set on the black cashmere coat It's scary.

The man has a pair of good eyes with clear black and white ends. Although they are not very big, they are more brilliant than looking at them. What's more, they are as clear as water without any impurity or dust. But at the moment, they flow thick sorrow and struggle, like flowing out of the spring eyes of Qinfang gate, which will never disappear.

Jing knows that she is cooking traditional Chinese medicine for Ping Ping. Meng Shaoxuan has just fallen asleep tired. Meng shaoting has to go out for a while when she has something urgent to do. She came out of the small building quietly. She lay down for a week, but the garden seems to have changed. She came out in a thick coat, but she still feels that when the wind blows, the bone seams are cold, covering her mouth I coughed violently again for a long time, and then I gasped and stopped. The pain in my lung became more and more unbearable. I took all kinds of medicine this week, but it still didn't get better. Yesterday I started to open a prescription of traditional Chinese medicine to take traditional Chinese medicine. A big bowl of black paint must be watched by those two people before they would give up.

It's just bitter for her. Every time it's like a death. I just feel that the medicine I take in my life doesn't add up to that.

It's not bitter medicine. It's actually the two men who sit by her bed and stare at her. They want her to eat without knowing what's going on.

She really knew that she was not a good woman. A good woman would not make her life such a mess. But she also asked herself that she was worthy of doing things, but somehow, she had to suffer so much in her life. In the end, she had to be so affectionate, but it was just the same time. She was like standing on a single wooden bridge, with a cliff ahead and a cliff behind Ten thousand Zhang cliff, she really does not know how to do.

Fortunately, she was reluctant to be better. It seems that as long as one day is not good, she can make time stay here without making a decision.

But in fact, I know that the disease will get better, and the day of choice will come eventually. From ancient times to the present, I only heard that two women serve one husband together, but never heard that one woman married two men. She is not that avant-garde little girl, and she felt that it was a struggle. Entanglement between two men has endless fun, which really proves how charming, emotional, complex and fierce she is. It really makes people live forever Unforgettable, that kind of magnificent and beautiful childhood had fantasized, but gradually grew up to understand, the beautiful feelings are the simplest, two people raise a case together, just a look a smile, understand each other's heart, and then look at each other a smile, then walk to the head of HUAFA arm in arm.

But her feelings are a mess, just like the daisies blooming in the small garden of Sichun hall. It's lively and beautiful to watch, but actually it's noisy and makes people upset.

After standing for a while, she went to the reclining chair and sat down, but her eyes were a little sluggish. If her father was alive, he would have his unique point of view and his most fair and objective view. If she could not make up her mind, she would feel that the whole person would sink if she listened to his words or lay down quietly on his lap for a moment There was silence.

So, if dad is still alive, will he want her to stay in the garden, or will he want her to leave with Shaoxuan?

When I married Shao Ting, my father had a long talk with her. Although those words had passed for so long, there was still a piece of words lingering in my ears. She still remembered that my father told her that he had seen Meng shaoting for a whole year and a half before he fully understood and recognized him. At that time, the Meng family and the Fu family were married together. At the beginning, Jing Yi was going to marry her. My father still wanted to Zhonginfinitely regretted that she lost such a good son-in-law. Who knows? Meng Shao Qian escaped from marriage. The Meng family wanted to replace her with two younger ones, and her father ignored Jingyi's crying. He proposed that she should marry this unsmooth illegitimate daughter in the past. When she married, she was full of longing, but she never thought that her marriage would be so bad.

Why does Dad like Meng shaoting so much? Why do you want to marry him? There was no way for her to know any more. All the secrets were buried with her father's death. She would never know the truth.

"Jingzhi, Jingzhi --" Meng Shaoxuan pushed open the open garden door and saw her sitting there at a glance. He took a long breath of relief. He followed Xiuting's long eyebrows and wrinkled them again. He walked over a few steps, bent over and picked her up. He scolded her, but cherished her at the bottom of his eyes: "how can you sneak out alone and frighten me to death Avenue? I just had a meeting. How can you be absent? I'm not worried! "

He hugged her tightly with his arms, and then he took out a hand to cover her open neckline. After a few words of blame, he sighed and said nothing more: "let's go back. The doctor said you can't see the wind. Otherwise, the cough won't be good. You didn't cough in the first half of the night. You can't do it again."

She nodded her head silently, and came out for a long time. Her body was cooled by the wind. Her temple began to ache again. Her throat was itchy. After a few forbearance, she coughed. She hurriedly covered her mouth, but Shaoxuan's step had stopped. He took a look at her, pursed her lips, and finally he didn't say anything, just stepped forward.

"Shaoxuan Cough, I, I'm ok Cough... You don't have to worry about me Cough... " As soon as Jing Zhi spoke, she drank a little wind and coughed badly. Her face was red with coughing. She looked at Meng Shaoxuan's more and more dignified look, but suddenly saw a person standing in the hall not far away.

His eyes were dark, and he wanted to say a thousand words, but Sheng Sheng held back. His arms were on top of him. He was wearing a windbreaker randomly, and his shirt inside was undone. He opened two buttons, and in the autumn wind, there seemed to be sweat on his forehead. He stood dozens of steps away from them, but he tightly pressed his lips and looked at them. To be exact, he looked at Shaoxuan in her arms 。

His eyes were so deep and so strong that he seemed to wrap her up with boundless mist to avoid her.

I don't know when the cough stops. She lies on Meng Shaoxuan's back and looks at Meng shaoting with her mouth covered. But he didn't step forward all the time. He just looked at her like that, but her heart was torn and hurt. Shaoxuan walked very fast. When he turned around, his figure gradually disappeared

After a long time, she lowered her head. She didn't know when her fingers were clenched tightly by her teeth. She saw a large area of dizzy water stains on the back of her hand. She put out her hand and touched her face in some panic. It was a wet mark. She knew that she was crying.

Back to the bedroom, Shaoxing Xuan put her on the bed. Then she asked Pingping to bring the medicine. She drank it up in one breath. Shaoxing Xuan quickly took a bamboo stick and tied up a date and handed it to her. She picked it up and held it, but listened to the movement downstairs. Soon, it seemed that she heard the engine of the car. Her heart was tight, and she could not help holding the bedspread under her body. The sound of the car moving gradually went away All of a sudden, she felt as if she had been pulled away from her back. Suddenly, she became soft and her eyes hurt. She looked up hurriedly. Shaoxuan stood by her side and looked at her for a long time, and then she spoke quietly. "I couldn't find you just now, but Ping Ping was anxious to call his second brother. Maybe he didn't come up until you came back. He has an important meeting today..."

"Stop talking." Jing Zhi suddenly interrupts him. The atmosphere in the room is very strange. She turns her face and takes a deep breath: "Shaoxuan, you don't have to say that."

Meng Shaoxuan smiled bitterly and bent down to press her into the corner. "OK, you have a rest. I won't disturb you."

He turned around and went out. The door was closed gently. Jingzhi took a sigh of relief. Thinking of what Shaoxuan said that day, it turned out to be just some false misunderstandings that couldn't stand scrutiny, but she believed without hesitation. Why did she believe? Why don't you hate him and never feel too sad?

Has he never believed in his importance in his heart, or has he not been disappointed because he has no expectation?

The past has passed. What she is more worried about now is how to reply to Shaoxuan.

Yes, he spared no effort to propose to take her away for several times, not even for a moment. Maybe it was due to the nature of father and son. Shao Ting did a lot for him. He was only happy to be close to him for a while, but Shao Xuan could soften people's hearts with only one word or expression.

As long as she promised Shaoxuan to leave together, the happy life she had been longing for would be within reach. But somehow, her heart felt as if it were missing a corner, and she always felt uncomfortable.

It's not the same as lying on the table and writing. His chubby little hand is holding a pencil. He's frowning and trying his best to write one stroke at a time. His father has arranged ten big characters for him. If he completes the task, his father will reward him. It's not the same as writing. One can do it with heart