Chapter 339

"Fortunately, it's not the bearded Yan Chixia, hehe." Yang Yu smiles and doesn't take it seriously at all. But when looking at the bride's face, Yang Yu couldn't smile. He added, "are you kidding?"

"Do you remember me?" When the bride said these words, a tear ran down her cheek. It was so clear, like the flawless world from the angel.

Yang Yu really can't laugh.

The bride cried.

"Don't cry, what did I say wrong? "Don't you" Yang Yu is most afraid of girls crying. He wants to help the bride wipe her tears, but he doesn't think it's suitable. This is the bride in a red coat and a phoenix crown.

"Don't you really remember me?" The tone of the bride's voice is very soft, soft with a kind of sadness, this kind of sadness is very deep, as if sent out from the bone.

"Have we met before?" Yang Yu couldn't figure out what he and the bride had in common except on the other side of the reservoir. Yang Yu thought to himself: what is she crying for? Did I fall in love with her and dump her? And then I lost my memory? Don't you remember her? She married someone else? This is not a Korean drama.

"I'm waiting for someone." The bride stood up, went to the painting, reached out and stroked the man's face.

"I'm waiting for Ning caichen." The bride turned around, looked at Yang Yu and continued, "I've been waiting for him for 400 years, but I'm going to reincarnate again in this life. I still haven't waited for him."

Yang Yu heard that the bride really didn't seem to be joking. No wonder she said that she was mentally ill. Maybe that's why councillor he locked up her daughter or didn't let her see anyone. How embarrassing it would be if it was spread.

The son is a fool, the woman has become a mental patient, he Yuanwai is also pitiful enough, why not accumulate some virtue?

"But what does this matter to me?" Yang Yu still doesn't understand.

There are so many things I don't understand.

Leng Xiaoxue wants to learn from Zixia. The one who can pull out the Ziqing sword is her destiny. Now that she hasn't found the destiny, she is played by Yang Yu. Pan caier has the same surname as Pan Jinlian, and her fate seems to be so similar. Her husband Liu Anguo has been murdered, and the murderer doesn't know if it is her. Nie Qian said that he has been waiting for the bride for four hundred years?

Your family Ning caichen may be holding someone else's wife now.

"I thought you were Ning caichen." The eyes of the new lady looking at Yang Yu are full of love, so gentle, so eager, so affectionate, but Yang Yu is not Ning caichen.

"I don't remember any previous life. I guess I was a pig killer." Yang Yu self irony way.

"When I first saw you in the reservoir, I really thought you were Ning caichen. You are very similar to him, but you are not, because Ning caichen must remember this painting, this poem and me." The bride stroked the painted man's face, tears swirling in her eyes.

The fool doesn't understand the withered and glorious things. His heart is here, but his body is not dead.

This kind of mood, where can Yang Yu experience?

"You go. "The bride, with her back to Yang Yu, looks at the painting dead and dead. She just looks at it like she's seen it all her life, but she can't see it enough.

I also want to know why the councillor called me here to open your eyes. Who knows, it's such a thing. What's the matter.

Yang Yu didn't know what to say, so he had to say a polite word: "I'll go first. I'm happy to get married. I think Ning caichen will bless you, too. "

with that, the bride cried even more. She was in tears. The cry was really heartbreaking. Yang Yu listened to it and couldn't bear to leave. This kind of heartrending cry came to Yang Yu's heart.

Yang Yu was at a loss for a moment. He wanted to appease him, but he didn't dare. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't dare. So he had to retreat quietly.

Out of the wooden room, Yang Yu carefully closed the door, but his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

When I got to the second floor, I found Mr. he waiting there.

"How's it going? "Councillor he asked in a hurry.

"Uncle he, what's going on? "Yang Yu asked anxiously. People are still crying on it. It's not Yang Yu's turn to coax him.

"Well, it's a long story, and it's hard to say. I hope village head Yang can keep this secret. "He Yuanwai is sad and happy. Sad is that he is not happy to see his daughter like this. Happy is that Yang Yu is not Ning caichen, which is more accurate: there is something wrong with his daughter's spirit, and it is still very serious.

"Don't worry, I won't talk about it. I have an alumnus in my university who studies psychology. Would you like to introduce him? I think that makes Qianjin have a big knot. If this knot can't be solved, I'm afraid, "Yang Yu said. Now that he is the village head, he has to help anyone who can help.

"That's not necessary. You have to tie the bell. "He said.Yang Yu said a few more polite words, and he saw off the guests. Just as he stepped out of the door, Yang Yu suddenly felt a look in his eyes, as if he was looking at the room in the inner room. He didn't think much and left.

On the dark night road, Yang Yu looked up again at the wooden house where the bride lived. He felt that he could not tell the truth.

Every psychotic has his own clear logical view and world outlook. Yang Yu can only say that it's a pity that he looks so beautiful, but he is not in a normal state of mind. When he first saw her, he really couldn't see it.

However, the sad cry has been echoing in Yang Yu's mind, just stuck in Yang Yu's heart.

Wooden house.

The candle went out and it was so dark that it seemed that even the moonlight didn't dare shine in. It's hot, but the bride wears a lot.

A woman wants to knock on the door, but she doesn't knock after all. Tears are rolling in her eyes. She is the mother of the bride. She is pregnant for ten months and comes out of her belly. Only she knows whether her daughter is mentally ill.

In the house, the bride is still in a daze, and the man in the painting is already sobbing. Some unforgettable love is firmly imprinted in her heart. With the passage of time, not only does it not die out, but it intensifies the love.

Tonight, a lot of people can't sleep.

Hua Yuyan can't sleep, and she still thinks about the embarrassing scene of splitting her legs and being watched by Yang Yu; her aunt can't sleep, and her hand has been caressing her flower buds, making a groan; Leng Xiaoxue can't sleep, because the most important treasure that can pull out the purple sword hasn't appeared; Lin Weixiao can't sleep, and she wants to sneak into her cousin's room to sleep.

Yang Yu couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned all the time. The bride's cry was still in his heart. He didn't know why. If he hadn't experienced it personally, no one could have cried so miserably.

"Does she really remember her past life? Nie Xiaoqian. "Yang Yu muttered.