Chapter 724
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Longing to paint the most beautiful picture in the world
Waiting for thousands of years for a sentence to say, "Do you love me?"
Don't say that we missed the most beautiful years
The sound of the zither drifted down to the people
Envious of the pair of childhood sweethearts …
The sound of the flute was quiet. Although the singing was slightly hoarse, it had its own charm.
After the song, Long Siye's eyes lit up. He raised his hand and held her hand. "Xijiu, I have been looking for you. It is not a lie. We will not miss the most beautiful years …"
Gu Xijiu smiled gently and finally took the initiative to lean her head on his shoulder. "Silly!"
Although their love was not considered as childhood sweethearts, it was still a long time.
Even if they could not have a wedding, it was enough for her to be with him. Why should she care about the ceremony?
She closed her eyes and seemed to hear a voice in her ears. "Little Xijiu, you have fallen in love with me …"
Her heart felt like it was being pierced by something!
At that time, she was very calm, but her heart still beat a few times.
Of course, it was just a few times because she knew that he was not serious.
Even if he was serious, so what? She did not want to be his cinnabar mole, nor did she want to be his white moonlight …
She only wanted to drink one ladle of water.
Now that she had found her ladle, the rest would just be thrown away …
…
On a big tree not far away, Di Fuyi was sitting on a red maple tree. He looked down at the couple who were snuggling together and listening to her singing.
Her voice was good, but in the eyes of Di Fuyi, who pursued perfection, there was still a little flaw.
He remembered that when she sang for him, he picked out a lot of flaws and gave her a lot of medicine …
After all, she was injured now, so her voice was even worse. It was a little hoarse and a little out of breath. Some of her words were not clear …
He could pick out more flaws for her, but she did not sing for him. She sang for Long Siye.
She had always liked Long Siye. She liked him in her previous life, and she could not forget him in this life. Finally, she got what she wanted. Was it? Was it?
Di Fuyi took out a small pot of wine from nowhere. He held a cup in his left hand and the pot in his right hand and drank one cup after another.
The wind lifted the corner of his robe and his black hair. His hair covered his eyes, and he pushed it aside.
He knew that he should separate them and question Long Siye for not keeping his promise.
But he didn't want to go down. He didn't want her to hate him anymore …
Everything he had done recently seemed to incur her hatred …
He had done a lot of hateful things in his life. He didn't know how many people hated him behind his back. There were also countless people who stabbed him in the back, but he didn't take it to heart.
So what if the world slandered him?
His identity and responsibility were there. As long as the ultimate goal was right, he would not be afraid to use any means, and he was not afraid of being condemned by everyone.
Therefore, when he did things, he never looked at others' faces. As long as it was something that he should do, he would immediately do it without hesitation.
But now, even though he knew what he had to do, he hesitated and couldn't bear to do it …
The two of them finally got up and left, walking hand in hand.
Her silhouette was beautiful yet glaring as she gradually disappeared into the distance.
Di Fuyi did not get up but took another sip of wine. He choked on the wine and started coughing.
After a while, he stopped coughing and felt that there was a bloody smell in his mouth. He wiped his mouth, and there was a strand of bright red on his white handkerchief.
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