Chapter 2588

When Bao'er came over with the hangover soup, he saw that the bed was empty. In just a short moment, Mo Lingwei disappeared, and Bao'er was almost scared out of his wits.

She put down the bowl and searched around in the side room, but found no one. Seeing that the drawer was open, the white fox fur cloak casually thrown on the back of the chair was missing, and the embroidered cotton shoes Mo Lingwei was wearing were gone, so she concluded that Mo Lingwei should have gone out.

And the people guarding the Lingyun Gate outside the courtyard couldn't let Mo Lingwei out alone.

Thinking of this, Bao'er's heart calmed down slightly.

It happened that Chu Yunyao, who was worried about Mo Lingwei after Siyu had settled down, came over again. Hearing Bao'er's complaint, her eyes fell on the table, and the wine bottle Mo Lingwei had placed was gone.

Chu Yunyao said calmly: "She doesn't want to be disturbed by others. Let's look for her quietly. She is probably in this courtyard."

The two carried the lanterns, followed the footprints on the thin snow on the ground, walked all the way forward, and saw Mo Lingwei under a plum tree covered by a rockery.

Bao'er was about to step forward, but was stopped by Chu Yunyao.

Chu Yunyao extinguished the lantern, pulled Bao'er to stand in the shadow beside her, and quietly looked at the disabled figure not far away.

Mo Lingwei moved clumsily, couldn't bend down, and was afraid of falling. Every time she took a step, she stopped and finally stood firmly under the tree. She supported the plum blossom branch, found a stone, and wiped off the dirt on it with a handkerchief. Snow, sat down tremblingly.

There was a brand-new foreign porcelain basin at her feet. She opened the small wooden box at hand, took out many neatly folded handmade ingots from it, and lit them in the brazier.

The cold wind was blocked by the rockery, and the flames were burning brightly, reflecting Mo Lingwei's thin and delicate face.

Under the bright red light of the fire, that face was dazzling, as if coated with a layer of soft light, between the lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, there was a gentleness that had never been noticed before.

"Shaojin." Mo Lingwei poured the sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine in front of the brazier, "I went back to Jincheng, and brought back here all the things you used.

I will set up a tomb for you in the yard, and when I miss you in the future, I will come and sit and talk with you.

Today is the New Year's Eve again, the day of family reunion, my sister-in-law personally brewed sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine, which is even better than the sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine you took me to buy at the sweet-scented osmanthus building. You try it.

In the past few months since you left, I have been thinking, what kind of feelings do I have for you?

I have loved you, and I have hated you. In Xiyang Country, the time when we first started dating was the happiest time in my life.

I can say anything to you, make any request, and play with my temper unscrupulously. I have never been so reckless since I was a child.

I sometimes think that if I hadn't witnessed my mother's last moments lying on the bed, watching her struggle between life and death, illness and pain, I think I would have forgiven you before you passed away doing.

Jin Lan said more than once that the man who treats me best in this world is you, without you, there would be no man who treats me better than you in this world.

She sees everything you do to me and keeps it in her heart. In the end, she herself was moved by your feelings for me, and from then on, she will never recover.

Shaojin, after you lied to me, you like to say sorry to me every time, but what I want is never sorry, I just want to live well..."