Heavenly Star

Ye Wuchen and Hua Zhentian traveled by car and headed for Huajia. If not, the onlookers would surely confuse the entire street. URL

In the car, Hua Zhentian glanced at the wooden wheelchair that Ye Wuchen refused to leave. He couldn’t help but ask: "Boy, how did you live? You really did it with your own hands." Already?"

When the rumors spread throughout the mainland, the number of people who saw it was countless. Now, in retrospect, he still can't believe it. It’s too hard to believe that he spent the last half of the day knowing Ye Wuchen’s people.

"It's good to be able to come back. As for how to come back, it doesn't really matter." Ye Wuchen replied casually, then looked up and looked at the situation: "The wind is really killing me, he is really dead. And I have come alive. Since there is no end to me, then I will let this day change."

change of weather! ?

The dull voice made Hua Zhentian’s heart slammed.

With the feeling of Ye Wei, the feeling that Ye Wuchen gave him was very different from that of three years ago. His body is now weak, but in the faint, he releases a kind of temperament that makes him feel awkward. Seeing that he doesn't seem to want to explain more to himself. The ambiguous hints of the past are already his limits. Hua Zhentian resisted not asking again, but turned to sinful and said: "No matter what you do, the most important thing. I still have to keep my life. When you died that year, you can know how many people are hurting. Remember what Laozi said in the past! If you can’t afford to toss now, I really want to dismantle your bones. It!"

"I understand." Ye Wuchen smiled and nodded: "Reassured, no one can take my life in the future."

The sound is still dull, but there is a huge confidence in the plain that is released from the bottom of my heart. Hua Zhentian’s heart is even more doubtful. What happened to his body during these three years? What is the embarrassment between life and death that made him realize?

Ye Wuchen did not let Ningxue and his heart follow, but let them accompany Ye Shuiyao and got off the carriage. Hua Zhentian pushed the wheelchair into the door with one hand. His technique is naturally impossible to be so careful and gentle, and the leaves of the wheelchair are almost shattered. When I first entered the flower house, everyone’s eyes were “brushed” and concentrated on Ye Wuchen’s body. The eyes were big and surprising, and the mouth was greatly open. However, because the flowers were on the side, these people were afraid. Slamming.

Hua Zhentian always pushed Ye Wuchen to the front of Huashui soft room, knocked on the door, shouted "乖 daughter", then pushed the door open, pushed Ye Wuchen into it, and then quickly closed the door. I walked away from my own hands and walked out for more than ten meters. Only after a long sigh of relief, Yang Tian whispered: "Great... children, his mother, have you seen it? God sent our daughter's happiness again. came back……"

Hua Shui is 19 years old this year. It is no longer the girl who is still childish and shy. The original softness has already been set up, and it is behind the scenes. Even the casual dress is no longer a waiting. The unmarried girl, like a homeless woman, but the tenderness in the deep bones has not changed, even the figure is still so delicate and petite.

At this time, she is embroidering his favorite pattern on a thick coat that has already been done. The technique is skillful, his eyes are focused, his eyes are faint and sorrowful, and he is vaguely accompanied by a sentimental pleasure. When she heard the noise, she looked up and suddenly she was on the eyes of Ye Wuchen, who was full of guilt and pity. She blinked in her mind, and the knitting fell from her hands and then fell off her legs.

She is crazy, stupid, and her mind becomes blank. In the line of sight, there is only the shadow of the front leaf, and even his figure becomes foggy. The line of sight begins to blur, and the more The more blurred it is, the world is no longer colored.

In front of the huge impact, she fainted directly.

When she woke up, she was squatting in the arms of a person, her nose, the smell of her dreaming man, she looked up, looked at his eyes, reached out and touched him. Face, said softly: "I am dreaming... Even if I am dreaming, every time I can see my husband in my dreams, it will be my happiest time. It’s just my hope, can this dream wake up? , there will be no end..."

Ye Wuchen put her hand on her face, and felt pity and pain in her heart. She said softly: "This is certainly not a dream. I am not willing to be my little soft and secretly coming back. It’s just that I came back too late. Let you suffer too much wrongedness. There is no sound in the dream, no feeling, no smell. You must hear me, touch my body, and smell my breath, right?"

In the room where the flowers were soft, there was a big cry from the landslide. Her crying was too loud and too far, and it was far and far away. Most of the people in the flower garden heard it clearly. The heart is followed by pain and sorrow. This young lady who is usually soft to the extreme, does not know how much sadness and tears accumulated to release such a crying cry. Hua Zhentian’s heart was painful and comfortable. Even when she was blinded by Ye Wuchen’s death, she did not cry so fiercely. He hammered his chest and smashed the people who were all there, and said, "What are you doing, give me work! Xiaosan, call the old eight and let him go to Curry. One hundred thunderstorms came out, I see who would dare to harm my son-in-law!"

After he finished, he walked to the inner court in a hurry, because he couldn't bear to listen to his daughter's cry.

"Well, don't cry, do you want to cry your husband's heart?" Ye Wuchen's hand stroking her face, stained with a handful of water. He looked at the hand that had just been soaked in the water and smiled. "My little softness is so crying, it must be made of water."

Hua Shuirou has been crying, she has too much sadness and heartache to release, and she can't even talk to Ye Wuchen in crying. It wasn't until he held him in his arms for a long time, crying for a long time, crying tired, too many tears were released, her crying gradually faded down, but the child still whimpered from time to time. The delicate shoulders are also constantly swaying.

The eyes were crying red, the face was stained with tears, and even the clothes were wet with tears. Even the strength seemed to vent with tears. The body was soft and only wanted to lean on him, never to get up again. .

"The one who makes you cry, is the biggest wicked person in the world." Ye Wuchen endured heartache, wiping the tears on her face with her sleeves, and quickly swollen the entire sleeves. wet.

"Not..." She sobbed and whispered to him: "He is the best person in the world."

"If it is a good person, how can it make you cry?"

"Because he is back, I am really happy, so happy..." She put her body in close contact with him. Although there was no crying, the tears continued to slide from her eyes: "Great, Really great, just like dreaming, I thought that in this life and in this world, I will never see you again."

"How come, I haven't gotten married with my little softness, how can I die?" Ye Wuchen softly said. He was fortunate that he had miraculously returned to his life in the original situation of death and death. Otherwise, the life of this infatuated girl would be ruined by herself, and she would be lonely and unruly in her life.

That is really a big sin.

"Fu Jun..."

"Ok!"

"Fu Jun..."

"Well, I am."

"Fr. Jun. Fujun..."

"Well, I will never leave you again, I will make you the happiest wife in the world..."

"Well... my husband, I really want to call you every day."

"Three years, my little softness has grown up, but I still love to cry like a child."

"I... only the husband will make me cry." Hua Shui softly twisted his body and whispered.

"So, your husband is the biggest bad guy in the world."

"would not……"

Ye Wuchen smiled lightly, her eyes fell on her fragrant scent, next to her pillow, lying on a tall ragdoll with half a person. From his perspective, I can clearly see the rag doll. There are five beautiful little characters embroidered on the body: "The dead husband Ye Wuchen."

Ye Wuchen’s heart was sore again, perhaps, this little man became such a solace for her grief.

Hua Shui is just looking up, she subconsciously followed his gaze, and suddenly saw the doll that she embroidered in the past, holding it to sleep every day, her face was slightly red, then she thought of it. What, and some flustered, she quickly got up, hid the big rag doll under the quilt, blushing, nervous and said: "I... I am so stupid, the husband clearly has nothing, I am... ...I am..."

She couldn't panic. The word "dead husband" is now a disrespect to her husband.

When she finished, she ran to the opposite side of the camphor, and took a wooden sign on the table and put it in the drawer. Although her movements are very fast, Ye Wuchen still sees that it reads "The position of the late husband Ye Wuchen."

She actually put her tablet in her bedroom.

Her subconscious actions can always bring him to touch the heart again and again. In order to refuse to give her a marriage, she refused to let her father take the oath of her to the emperor. This life will always be the Ye family, and will never marry others. This is not an impulsive act of an immature girl, but a lyrical place in her deep bones. Derived from her reluctance.

"Small and gentle, don't throw them away?"

"But, they... I..."

"You can't throw it away," Ye Wuchen shook his head gently. "Because they are my little soft love, I want to prove my proof, I am not willing. Stay here? I want to see them often, I can always be Remember the little softness that affects me."

Hua Shui stayed for a little while, then nodded hard and smiled happily. A smile filled with tears, beautiful as a pear after the rain.

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