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Cloud brocade embroiders a way: "am I a very fond of joking person?"

Her eyes look at Jun dust, that pair of eyes, calm without waves.

It is a pair of eyes after countless storms, wise and smart, but also has the years of precipitation down the quiet.

Jun Chen's body is a little stiff.

Those dust laden things, suddenly opened, incredibly still so clear and distinct.

Jun dust way: "rich brocade, I change the name matter, you know."

"So you think that you have replaced Qingchen, occupied his identity, robbed his family, and married his wife is not enough, so we must let everyone forget him, right?"

Jun Chen's eyes were stagnant and could not say a word.

Cloud brocade embroiders a way: "I remember."

She remembered.

Even if everyone forgot the appearance of light dust, she was glad that she remembered it.

She didn't know why Qingchen had come to this stage and why she had to replace herself with an unrelated person, but she must have had to suffer?

Yunjinxiu takes out a scroll.

The scroll unfolds, like the jade childe lightly stands on the paper, between the frown and the smile, peerless startles the China.

Jun Chen's body trembled and staggered back a step.

Cloud brocade embroiders a way: "say, I want to listen to the truth."

Jun Chen opened his eyes wide.

He almost forgot Jun Qingchen's appearance.

That person was forgotten by his efforts in the back of his head, but inadvertently think of it, there is a kind of deep-rooted uneasiness.

That kind of uneasiness made him often feel ashamed, and once made him work hard to surpass.

But later found that no matter how hard they try, it is futile.

Jun Chen hopes that he will live and exist as king Qingchen. Maybe he will not have such heavy pressure.

But when the picture opened and the man reappeared in the field of vision, he found that he was so timid.

Jun dust retreated a few steps and whispered, "I have nothing to say."

He promised to keep it secret, and he couldn't say that until he died.

Otherwise, his departure would be meaningless.

Cloud brocade embroiders a way: "with my strength, forcibly steal your memory, not difficult."

She found out now that Qingchen had been away for such a long time.

At that time, Yi'er was still very young. In a twinkling of an eye, she had passed more than ten years.

Ten years of time, looking back like a dream, light dust has never appeared.

Jun Chen's eyes, like ghosts, stare at the cloud.

His eyes gradually show the color of pain: "rich, you don't ask how good."

Cloud brocade embroiders a way: "if I don't know then forget, since knew, then want to ask to the end."

Jun Chen said, "have you ever thought about him?"

Yun Jinxiu frowned slightly: "what do you mean?"

"Did you ever think that everything he did was for you?" Jun Chen shudders.

Yun Jinxiu's eyes trembled.

"Rich brocade, if you still have a little pity for him, don't ask him where he went. It's good for you or for himself if he doesn't show up. " Jun Chen looks unable to hide the pain.

Those words, let cloud rich brocade a word all can't say.

She slightly drooped her eyes, looking back on the past of Jun Qingchen.

She knows his feelings about her.

But she had no love for him.

Her heart, full of only one person.

But light dust to her, is enough to rely on life and death close friend, but now it seems, what kind of rely on is hurt, this is a difficult knot.

Cloud brocade will draw scroll to put up, then raise eyelash way: "good, I don't ask."

Jun Chen hung his head and did not speak.

Cloud brocade embroiders a way: "I just want to know, light dust lead good."

Jun Chen said: "as long as you have a good life, he has a good life."

Cloud brocade eye ground tiny some damp, but smile way: "that you help me tell him, I live very well, also very happy."

Also hope, light dust like her, a lifetime of worry free.

Even if I never see you again in this life, it's enough to know that the other person is very good.

I will tell the truth

Cloud rich brocade nodded, this just lifted a step to walk away.

Until he had gone far away, Jun Chen raised his eyes and looked at her far away figure.

"Is it a quarrel?"

Qu Huashang's voice came from behind.

Jun dust a meal, looking back to his wife, and then shook his head: "how can brocade quarrel with me?"

Even if she quarrels, she disputes with the worthy, right?

Qu Huashang said, "I actually know that you are not light dust."

At the beginning, which girl did not dream of marrying Qingchen.So the day she got married was like a dream, which was not true.

But later, everything became real.

Jun Chen looked at Qu Huashang in disbelief, and the expression on his face was unpredictable.

Qu Huashang said with a smile: "for me, it doesn't matter whether you are light dust or not. You are my husband and the person I depend on in my life."

"Huashang..."

Jun dust's eyes trembled, looking at his wife, that moment, unexpectedly found himself some choking.

Qu Huashang said: "when I was young, everyone had admiring people, but now I find that mutual help and mutual protection is more important than anything."

She gently leans in the gentleman dust bosom, the voice is full of attachment and deep feeling.

Jun dust hanging up that heart, finally gently put down.

"It's our secret." This secret, will no longer be his own to bear, and his wife!

Cloud brocade returned to God, only to find that he actually came to the cemetery of the king's home.

In front of her, is the wordless monument.

The tombstones were cleaned up. Before, she remembered that the weeds were spreading. Since xiner was a child, the jun family seems to be very concerned about all the tombstones.

Cloud brocade stands in front of that tombstone, in the mind is a blank.

At that moment, all the voices are far away from their own, only the gentle wind and static tomb.

She suddenly felt that her mood became strange calm. After a while, she went to the tombstone and said, "although I'm passing by, I'll send you a bunch of flowers."

She took a bouquet of flowers from a distance and put them in front of the tombstone. Then she sat directly in front of the tombstone and said in a soft voice, "I always thought that everything would have an end. Later, I found out that it was also a delusion."

"No matter how long you live, how long it is, but time is something that can't be returned."

She sat there alone and said a lot. The cemetery listened silently, but there was no answer.

Until sunset, cloud brocade square patted the corner of his clothes and said, "I'm gone."

She stood up. On a fine day, there was a gust of wind.

The wind rolled up her clothes and hair tips, and yunjinxiu gently patted her clothes, and then walked away.

The cemetery is still silent there, only the breeze rustling, blowing the bouquet, with a wisp of fragrance

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