Chapter 916： Stop crying, I'm fine.

The fragrance of bamboo produces color, and the purple bamboo inherits the Yin.

The gurgling stream is like a clear jade belt that shuttles between the purple bamboo forests. Any one of the purple bamboos in the bamboo forest is 30 meters high.

But these thirty-meter-high purple bamboo poles are very thin.

However, the thin bamboo poles will not be shaken by the wind in the wind, but the bamboo poles will comb a gust of wind into a soft wind like a comb.

Let the wind and purple bamboo forest shuttle the wrinkled and dynamic streams.

Occasionally, there are a few phoenix sounds from the depths of the bamboo forest, and the sound of the huangming clanging accompanied by the scattered bamboo leaves is a bit like a "high place in Yunxuan".

The early spring of the Huiyao Federation was a little late this year, but even if the spring was not coming, Zhuxiang and Huangming accompanied by the sky full of Yunxiu slowly wrote verses.

Smudged with stories that are warmer than the spring breeze.

In addition to the purple bamboo and the golden silk imperial bamboo, there are hundreds of bamboos planted in the purple bamboo forest.

Among the hundreds of bamboos, some of them bear fruit, and the fruit falls to the ground by bending the bamboo stalk.

Occasionally, a few fell in the stream and splashed with water, and a few purple-gold carps in the stream were shocked to rise above the water.

After the purple-gold carp eats bamboo fruit, its tail will stir the stream, and raising a scoop of clear stream in the bamboo forest is like a gift from the bamboo forest.

In the purple bamboo forest, there is no decay of vegetation throughout the year. In the depth of the bamboo forest is hidden a Zhai Xuan built with purple bamboo.

In Zhai Xuan, there are several white cranes flying in the sky.

The white crane waved its wings and set off the breeze, blowing away the incense burning in the two huge copper furnaces in front of Zhaixuan.

Occasionally a few strands were blown into Zhai Xuan.

At this time, Zhai Xuan Zhong was sitting on the top of a man and a woman, and the man gently combed the woman with a bamboo comb as long as ink.

Although the man seemed to be less than 30 years old last year, the hair on his head had turned gray.

Like an old man about to die.

The woman touched the thin mirror in front of her with her hand, and watched the man's gray hair clearly overflowed with a happy smile on her face, but her tears could no longer help falling down her eyes.

As soon as the woman cried, the kind smile she had forced her to play could no longer hold her back.

The man who was combing the woman's hair quietly saw the woman weeping, and he lightly paused with the hand holding the bamboo comb, but the movement of the hand did not stop.

The man's face is still always peaceful, but when he sees the woman weeping, Yu Xin couldn't bear to stretch out a pair of very nice hands to gently wipe the woman's falling tears.

All women are made of water, and the tears from the woman wet this beautiful hand.

After wiping the beautiful hand on the woman's cheek, the tears returned to wet the fingertips, dripping along the fingertips onto the embroidered bamboo shadow.

The man said softly.

"Xiang Xiang, don't cry, I'm fine."

"I intend to leave everything in Zizhulin to Shen'er. After welcoming the deceased, we will take a good look at the wonderful rivers and mountains."

Looking at the woman in front of him, the man's eyes were clear, and there was a bit of firmness in the clarity.

Fortunately in this life, I met someone by chance and stayed together for a moment.

Why should love last forever?

Feeling the warmth of the teardrops at the fingertips, Jun Jun sighed softly three times.

I sighed that I was short of learning, even if I was a five-star creator, I still couldn't relieve the bad luck of my beloved.

Er sighed that he was not brave enough before, and Jun Zhu didn't regret that Wang Fuxiang caused him to suffer bad luck at the moment when he surrounded Wang Fuxiang. But I regretted not wading to ask Wang Fuxiang's name earlier.

The third sigh, Jun Zhu is not sighing himself, but sighing why Wang Fuxiang is so cloudy in his life?

Jun Zhu's three sighs are like three questions, but these three questions are destined to be answered by no one.

Wang Fuxiang turned his head and looked at Jun Jun's eyes tightly.

Tears rustled on Zhu Jun's clothes.

"Fu Wenzhu, is it worth it because of me?"

Hearing this, Jun Zhu gently took off the ring he was wearing on his finger, and then put the ring on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger.

But Wang Fuxiang is a woman, her fingers are too thin.

The ring was loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger and could fall off with a flick of his hand.

Jun Zhu grinned awkwardly, and then solemnly put the ring engraved with bamboo patterns on Wang Fuxiang's thumb.

"Xiangxiang has all my wealth in this ring. Now this ring is given to you. You said I won't regret it?"

Wang Fuxiang heard that more tears welled up in his eyes, like a little girl who was wronged. The more the adults coaxed, the more tears would flow out.

Wang Fuxiang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zhu Jun's cheek, and then hooked his fingers to a strand of Zhu Jun's gray hair.

Looking at this strand of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that at this time his heart must be said.

"Fu Wenzhu, I promised to be with you, but I have a request."

After hearing this, Jun Zhu quietly looked at Wang Fuxiang's eyes without speaking for a long time, and then touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand, so that Wang Fuxiang's side face was resting on his chest.

"I can't imagine the future without you, so don't force me to think."

"If you really want to choose, I hope you can go on wearing the ring left to me when you can't distinguish the long years of return."

The gurgling stream outside the Zhaixuan was like light while Zhujun spoke, and it seemed as if the flashy old things had been dazzled in an instant.

The light and shadow of the stream shone in Zhai Xuan through the light smoke from the copper stove, and reflected on Wang Fuxiang and Zhu Jun.

Leaving this moment of dependence.

Wang Fuxiang's throat choked upon hearing Jun Zhu's words, and could not say anything.

Only the tears in the eyes cherished the solemn promise of the man beside him.

A man gave you his wealth and is willing to sacrifice his life for you, but because of his own reasons, the man chose to face death.

Moved, moved, but Wang Fuxiang understood that if only one person could live, then Jun Zhu would be the best choice for Huiyao.

It is also the best choice for yourself.

Wang Fuxiang whispered softly.

"Fu Wenzhu, don't forget me in this life."

Wang Fuxiang's whisper was extremely small, and Wang Fuxiang suppressed the whisper between his lips and teeth, but Jun Zhu didn't hear it clearly.

At this moment, several abrupt cicadas resounded in the peaceful Zizhu Garden.

Mr. Bamboo seemed to have anticipated this a long time ago. UU read www.uukanshu.com, but Mr. Bamboo didn't intend to pay attention to the sudden cicadas.

Continue to slide the bamboo comb in his hand to help the person in front of him gently comb up the blue silk.

Xia Chen had been waiting at the entrance of the Zizhu Courtyard a long time ago, and heard the cicada chirping, Xia Chen said softly.

"Congratulations on Master Chanming's arrival at Zizhu Garden, and the teacher can only be met by the younger generation who is suffering from illness."

"If there is any inadequate care, I hope Master Chanming will have a lot of Haihan."

Xia Chen said so, but he didn't mean to induce the cicadas to enter the Zizhu Garden.

As Mr. Zhu's great apprentice, Xia Chen has been helping Mr. Zhu manage the ups and downs of Zizhu Garden for nearly ten years.

He can be regarded as the chief steward of Zizhu Garden, so he naturally guessed the purpose of the cicada's croaking.

First more.

(End of this chapter)