Chapter 254

Ye Wuchen and Hua Zhentian drive to the flower house by car. If not, the onlookers will jam the whole street. website

On the bus, Hua Zhentian glanced at the wooden wheelchair ye Wuchen refused to leave, and couldn't help asking, "boy, how on earth did you survive? Did you really cut the wind and the sun with your own sword? "

In those days, rumors spread all over the mainland, and there were countless people he saw with his own eyes. Now looking back, he still can't believe it. It's hard to believe that he spent the first half of his life knowing ye Wuchen.

"It's good to come back. As for how to come back, it doesn't matter." Ye Wuchen replied casually, then looked up and looked melancholy: "I did kill fengchaoyang. He really died, but I came back to life. Since the sky never stops me, I'll let it change. "

Weather change!?

That insipid voice made Hua Zhentian's heart thump fiercely.

With Ye Wei's feeling, ye Wuchen's feeling to him is very different from that of three years ago. His body is weak now, but vaguely, there is a temperament that makes his heart creepy. Seeing that he didn't seem to want to explain more to himself, the vague hint just now was his limit. Hua Zhentian refrained from asking again and said fiercely: "no matter what you do, the most important thing is to keep your life. You know how many people you hurt when you died that year. Do you remember what I said back then! If you can't stand the toss now, I really want to tear down your bones! "

"I understand." Ye Wuchen smiled and nodded: "don't worry, no one can take my life in the future."

The voice is still plain, but there is a huge confidence released from the bottom of my heart. Hua Zhentian's doubts are even more creepy in her heart. What happened to him in these three years? What did the wandering between life and death make him realize?

Ye Wuchen didn't let Ning Xue and Tong Xin follow, but asked them to accompany ye Shuiyao, got off the carriage, and Hua Zhentian pushed the wheelchair into the door with one hand. Naturally, his technique could not be as careful and gentle as Ning Xue Tong's heart, shaking the leaves on the wheelchair almost to pieces. Just after entering the flower house, everyone's eyes "brush" focused on ye Wuchen. Their eyes were wide and surprisingly large, and their mouths were wide open. However, because Hua Zhentian was on the side, these servants simply didn't dare to say a word.

Hua Zhentian pushed ye Wuchen to the door of huashuirou's room, knocked on the door, shouted "good daughter", then pushed the door open, pushed ye Wuchen in, then hurriedly closed the door, walked away quietly, walked out more than ten meters away, took a long sigh of relief, looked up and whispered, "great... Son, mother, do you see it, God sent our daughter's happiness back again... "

Hua shuirou is 19 years old this year. She is no longer the young girl who was still childish and shy at that time. The originally scattered Rou has been tied up behind her head. Even her casual dress is no longer like an unmarried girl waiting for a boudoir, but like a young woman at home, but her tenderness buried in her bones has not changed. Even her body is still so delicate and petite.

At this time, she was embroidering her favorite patterns on a thick coat that had been made. She was skillful and focused, with a touch of sadness and a touch of sentimental pleasure in her eyes. When she heard the noise, she raised her head and immediately looked at ye Wuchen's guilty and loving eyes. Her mind was confused. The knitting fell from her hands and then from her legs.

She was crazy, silly, and her brain became blank. In her sight, only ye Wuchen's figure was left in front of her. Then, even his figure became foggy, and her sight began to blur and become more and more blurred until the world in front of her had no color anymore.

She fainted directly in front of the huge impact.

When she woke up, she was snuggling in a man's arms, and the smell of a man she dreamed of came from her nose. She raised her head, looked at his eyes, stretched out her hand, touched his face, and gently said, "am I dreaming... Even in a dream, every time I can see my husband in a dream, it will be my happiest time, but I hope, Can this dream wake up, there will be no end... "

Ye Wuchen put his hand on her face. He felt pity and pain in his heart and said softly, "of course, this is not a dream. I didn't give up my little softness and came back secretly. It's just that I came back too late, which makes you suffer too many grievances. There is no sound, feeling or smell in my dream. You must hear me, touch my body and smell my breath, right? "

In huashuirou's room, there was a loud cry of falling waves and landslides. Her cry was too loud and sad. It spread far and far. Most people in Huajia's yard heard it clearly, and their hearts followed with pain and sadness. The eldest lady, who is usually extremely soft, doesn't know how much sadness and tears she has accumulated before she can release such a sad and heartbreaking cry. Hua Zhentian felt painful and comfortable. Even when she got the bad news of Ye Wuchen's death, she didn't cry so bitterly. He hammered his chest, stared at those who were all there, and shouted, "what are you doing? Work for me! Little three, go and call me old eight and let him go to the library and get a hundred thunderbolts. I see * * * who dares to hurt my son-in-law again! "

After roaring, he hurried to the inner yard, because he really couldn't bear to listen to his daughter's cry.

"Well, stop crying. Do you want to break your husband's heart?" Ye Wuchen's hand stroked her face and stained it with water. He looked at his hand as if it had just been immersed in the water, smiled and said, "my little Rourou loves to cry so much. It must be made of water."

Hua shuirou has been crying. She has too much sadness and heartache to release. She can't even talk to ye Wuchen. Until she held him in his arms for a long time, cried for a long time, cried tired, and too many tears were released, her cry gradually decreased, but there were still child like sobs in her mouth from time to time, and her slender shoulders were constantly shaking.

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

"The one who makes you cry is the biggest villain in the world." Ye Wuchen endured heartache, wiped the tears on her face little by little with his sleeves, and soon wetted the whole sleeves.

"It's not..." she sobbed and whispered for him: "he's the best man in the world."

"If you are a good man, how can it make you cry."

"Because he came back, I'm really happy and happy..." she held her body close to him. Although there was no cry, tears still kept falling from the corners of her eyes: "great, really great, it's like a dream. I thought I'd never see you again in this life."

"How can I be willing to die if I haven't married my little Rourou." Ye Wuchen said softly. He was very glad that he miraculously found a life in the situation of ten deaths and no life. Otherwise, the infatuated girl's life would be destroyed by himself and would be lonely and helpless all her life.

That's really a great sin.

"Husband..."

"Yes!"

"Husband..."

"Well, I'm here."

"Husband. Husband... "

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

"Well... Husband, I really want to call you that every day."

"For three years, my little Rourou has grown up, but she still likes to cry like a child."

"I... only my husband can make me cry." Hua shuirou twisted her body and whispered.

"So your husband is the biggest villain in the world."

"No..."

Ye Wuchen smiled lightly, and his eyes fell on her incense. Next to her pillow, he was impressively lying on a cloth doll with a height of half a person. From his angle, he could clearly see that the cloth doll was embroidered with five beautiful small characters: "dead husband ye Wuchen".

Ye Wuchen's heart was sour again. Perhaps this villain became a little sustenance for her to talk about comfort when she was sad.

Hua shuirou just looked up. She subconsciously followed his stunned eyes and suddenly saw the cloth doll she embroidered and would hold it to sleep every day. Her face was a little red. Then she thought of something and got a little flustered. She quickly got up and hid the big cloth doll under the quilt with a red face, He said nervously, "I... I'm so stupid. My husband obviously has nothing to do, but I... I..."

She couldn't help but panic. The word "dead husband" now seems to be an disrespect to her husband.

With that, she hurried to the opposite side of Xiangpi, picked up a wooden card on the table and put it in the drawer. Although she moved quickly, ye Wuchen still saw that it said "the position of late husband ye Wuchen".

She put her memorial tablet in her bedroom.

Her subconscious actions always touched his heart again and again. In order to refuse to marry, she did not hesitate to let her father swear to the emperor instead of her that she would always be the Ye family in this life and would never marry anyone again. This is not the impulse of an immature girl, but her stubbornness derived from her deep-rooted love.

"Little Rourou, don't throw them away, will you?"

"But they... I..."

"You can't throw it away," ye Wuchen shook his head gently, "because they are all my little soft love. I think it's my proof. I'm not willing. Will you stay? I want to see them often so that I can always remember xiaorourou's love for me. "

Hua shuirou stayed for a while, then nodded hard and smiled happily. A smiling face full of tears is as beautiful as a pear after the rain.

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