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Chapter 655

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    Except peach blossoms.  Yunyang also brought Hua Rong, a favorite pastry from Study Room.  There are also some famous delicacies in the south of the Yangtze River.  And his favorite peach blossom stuffing.  All he likes.

    Arranged in a row, they sat in front of the Huangling and talked with Huarong.  Chat casually.  There is one and the other.  Speeding up my thoughts over the years.

    "I remember you before. I like to go to the Lantern Festival in Jiangnan the most. You said that it is the most interesting when there are many people. You like the lotus lantern there the most. I always like to buy one. Then put it in ginger water. Let it float away  .Shantou always has all kinds of wishes written on it.¡±

    "Whether it's setting off lotus lanterns or praying at the small temple in Nanshan. You always have only one wish. I hope that my brother will be happy every year. Everything will go well. It's a pity that my brother doesn't have such a good fortune. Bye bye, I wasted you so much  Many years of praying for blessings, there is no worry-free year, and everything goes smoothly. But there is no one who can always be by your side."

    "I'm sorry. Second brother, I shouldn't have forgotten you. Nor should I. I didn't come back to COSCO. You will blame my elder brother. I didn't take you to Nanshan. I didn't fulfill my promise to you. I didn't let you see the purchase  It looks like a bunch of peach blossoms in full bloom. Brother, I promised you. He won the war. When the second brother comes back, brother will take you to Nanshan. The place you want to go most."

    "It's a pity that I haven't realized it. I couldn't go before. I can't go now. I may not be able to go to Nanshan in my life. Brother, I'm afraid of seeing things and thinking about others. Brother, I'm afraid. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive."

    "You were noisy when you were young. You always cried. You can't be coaxed well. Do you know? The little princess can be noisy too. She also likes to cry. No one can coax her well? But my brother sang that song to her  Jiangnan's nursery rhyme. He doesn't cry or make trouble anymore. Just like you. Rong'er. You've obviously left. But brother's life is full of you. It's like being bewitched."

    "If you knew it was the ending like today, I would definitely not bring you to Chang'an. My brother is in Jiangnan. I will guard you in Jiangnan. I live a normal life. Everything is worry-free. I don't want to make contributions. I don't want to go either.  Stationed at the border. In fact, it¡¯s all my fault. Second brother, seeing you with the emperor, my chest felt tight, so I found an excuse. I have been stationed at the border. Brother, I¡¯m afraid to go back. Brother, I hope  You are happy. But I am afraid that that happiness is not given to you by me."

    Speaking of which.  Yunyang's eye sockets have turned red, and then turned red again.  Eye sockets moist.  The teardrops fell down.  His voice was a little choked.  But there was no crying.  Like a silent cry.

    Chest tightness is severe.  There is also a feeling of worry.  All the pictures of beautiful faces and smiling faces echoed in my mind.  more so.  The more he felt uncomfortable.  Obviously the girl who is close at hand.  But he couldn't protect her anymore.  Obviously within reach.  But far away.

    A person came over there.  Yunyang fried it a bit.  Hastily wiped away tears.  Forget about the past.  is a familiar person.  Wearing a nun's clothes.  Calm face.  It seems that there is no need.

    The eldest princess looked at Yunyang.  nodded.  He sat down anywhere.  "Are you here to see Rong'er?"

    Yunyang didn't speak.  No acknowledgment or rebuttal.  Just lowered his eyebrows.  I hope that no flaws will be exposed.

    The eldest princess didn't seem to care.  Say it for yourself.  "Many people came to see Rong'er. Look at the emperor. Everyone. Come here! I'm about to cry, my eyes. Finally. I left with tears in my eyes. You are not the first, although you are not the last."

    "Rong'er. She has done good deeds all her life. She has never been willing to argue with others. She always treats people kindly. Even me. He will choose to forgive. Because. She said that she has experienced so many things. She always wants to be good to everyone  .Accumulate virtue. Then give back to everyone around him. To his children. Her husband. Her elder brother."

    Yunyang is right.  Look at the eldest princess.

    The eldest princess turned her head and glanced at him.  Calm.  "I've heard from others. You are his elder brother. General Hua back then. I heard you lost your memory. I don't know if Hun Mo regained his memory. But it doesn't matter. The right is to commemorate a person who has passed away. Just chat casually  That's all."

    Yunyang was silent.

    The eldest princess has gentle eyebrows and eyes.  "You should recover your memory. Otherwise, it would be impossible to cry so sadly. They all say that Rong'er and his elder brother are inseparable. They grew up together. The relationship is very good. It is reasonable for you to cry for him.  of."

    Yunyang didn't speak.  Silence is the default.  He doesn't deny it.  He didn't admit it.  One is that they are still unwilling to recognize this reality.  The girl he holds on the tip of his hand.  left.

    The second is to take into account the situation in the world.  There must be competition among the five kingdoms.  The dynasties and states represented by individuals are different.  If the identity is too complicated.  It is inevitable that there will be more troubles.  So I avoided it as much as possible.

      The eldest princess was silent for a while.  Like someone who hasn't spoken for a long time.  Seeing someone who is like-minded.  He poured out all the words in his stomach.

    "Let's just treat it as you recovering your memory. If it's Rong'er, I hope it's his elder brother who is sitting here now. Not some Yunyang son-in-law. Rong'er, I always talk about you. In the past, your  My mother passed away. I was neglected by my father. You are always protecting her. Let him grow up freely. Don¡¯t give in to others, and don¡¯t have to be cold-hearted. Live a peaceful and happy life.¡±

    "No matter what happens. You will protect her. And you will trust him. He said. You are like. A candle lit at night. As long as he is afraid. When he sees you, he feels warm. Only when he sees you.  He will feel at ease. For him. You are all she can rely on."

    "He's always depended on you too. Wants to be a follower. Follows you every day. Wherever you go? It follows you. For a while. You're pretty much all of her. No? It's supposed to be his  It's all over."

    "She is a very kind girl. She has no evil intentions. She loves to laugh. She is clever. She is also cute. No matter what kind of suffering she suffers, she will bear it by herself. She never embarrasses others. But the suffering in this world is nothing the same.  Those who can let him go. Parting from life and death. Watching the people close to and loved one by one leave. There is nothing more painful than this."

    Yunyang sighed.  Had a few sips of wine.  Then hand it to the eldest princess.  Suddenly remembered the clothes of the eldest princess.  The current identity of the eldest princess.  Apologetically ready to take it back.

    I never wanted to be picked up by the eldest princess directly.  He drank a few gulps, "I haven't drunk for a long time. I forgot the taste of drinking. I used to think that if I convert to Buddhism, maybe I can let go of the pain and longing in my heart. In the end, it's not as good as a pot of wine." (  Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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