C167 A kiss to see old love 8

The Qu’s Mansion was abnormally quiet.

In these five years, they had long since lost the luxurious lineup of their former servants, and also lost the bustling atmosphere that they had when Jiang Yueming entered and left that year.

Qu Cunzi stood at the doorway. It had been five years and he had never come back here.

He suddenly realized that even the gate chain had changed. In the past, the antique copper locks were replaced with top modern infrared devices. As soon as a person approached, an automatic device would activate to alarm them.

The door opened and he saw the fat and skinny monk.

"Good morning, Mr. Qu."

The two of them bowed respectfully, but they did not flatter each other.

The difference was that he was not prevented from going home as he had been five years ago.

Beyond the lake and the rockery, the ginkgo tree was bare and had not yet escaped the cold of winter. Not far ahead was Luo Mei Xuan, and further ahead was Wutong Xuan.

He stopped far away and was surprised to smell an extremely rich aroma.

He did not dare to believe it. He stood still and looked ahead.

Where was the Fallen Plum Pavilion?

The small ancient building had been completely demolished.

That was not the main point. The main point was that behind the Plum Blossom House, there was a large field of Plum Blossom Forest — — Oh my god, there was not even a Plum Blossom Tree left. All that entered his sight was actually roses.

The rosebush, continuously undulating, bloomed in the deep winter with great care and care. The roses were all red, without any other colors. They were about the size of a fist, and they rose and fell continuously, giving off an imposing aura.

The red plum was good, but it had no fragrance.

But the red roses, that rich fragrance, almost covered the sky and covered the earth. As the wind blew, these sprite's blooming in winter were not affected by the wind at all.

It was only after a long time that Qu Cunzi took a deep breath — he actually didn't know that the winter of roses would also blossom.

Isn't the rose open in April or May?

Why did it become such a resplendent sea of flowers in winter?

Now, not even the shadow of Lo Mei Xuan could be seen.

Back then!

Back then!

He walked slowly forward.

The Wutong Xuan was in a different situation.

The most common trees here were the plane tree and the ginkgo tree. However, the winter was harsh. These two trees had already become barren. There was nothing in the surroundings. Only a house was left, and it seemed abnormally desolate and desolate. Lonely.

He went in.

The interior was already covered in a layer of dust.

All the furniture was covered with a white cloth.

In the closet were rows of new clothes, many of which were not even tagged. And lots of bags, shoes... A box of jewelry, jewelry...

These were all from a woman.

is the price she has to pay for being a "love."

She helped him take care of him, and he rewarded her.

However, in the end, she quietly left without taking anything with her.

She had lost so much — saved his life, stayed with him through the worst days of his life, cooked for him, took care of his meals … When he was happy, she listened quietly to his boasts; when he was depressed, she patiently pressed his hand. Moyuz … (TL: Moyu = Moyu = Moyu = Moyu = Moyu = Moyu = Moyu = Moyu In the past, she had served him so comfortably.

It had happened, it had happened …. To have children for him — yes — just a little more!

I almost gave birth to a child for him.

However, in the end, she left empty-handed.

He left with wounds all over his body and a heart full of exhaustion. He had nothing to lose.

She didn't even give him the chance to look for her.

He took off the cover. The bed was still new, but when he touched the quilt, he found that it had become very hard due to the lack of human life over a long period of time. Hard.