The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 276 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 166

  Xie Xun's smile faded: "I put it down early."

   "Don't plan to marry in the future?"

   "Look at it, it's good to be alone." Xie Xun said easily, "What kind of wife do you marry, I will live in the frontier in my life, so I won't delay other girls."

   Pei Yanzhi looked at his face, the night was dark, he spoke several times, but he didn't dare to ask.

   You keep saying how much you are letting go, how much is hidden... I can't forget it.

Xie Xun only stayed in the capital for one day, and stayed in the bamboo garden at night. The bamboo garden was cleaned day and night, as if the owner had never left. name.

   "Tangtang, I'm home."

   He was silent and gentle to the whole room alone.

  The peach tree planted in the courtyard has already bloomed, but the person who planted the peach tree together and said that he would drink under the March tree in Yangchun is no longer there.

On the day    left Beijing, many people came to see him off.

  The capital is more prosperous than three years ago. Every family is safe, children are chasing and making trouble, and everyone has a smile on their face, which is the expectation of a prosperous world.

   Liu Zhucao guards Xu Beihou's mansion, Zhang Nuanyan has not married yet, Xie Quyan began to focus on official business, Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao got married and gave birth to a big fat boy.

  Everything is going in a good direction.

   What about Xie Xun?

  Relief is an illusion, how can you let go.

   It is he who is immersed in love, it is he who does not let himself go.

   "Brother, are you going directly back to the frontier?" Xie Quyan asked.

   "I plan to go to Jiangnan." Xie Xun stood in the August sunshine, leading a horse.

  What are you going to do in Jiangnan?

   No one asked.

   is clear in my heart.

   They all said, "Go home early."

   After leaving Beijing, Xie Xun went to Wuzhuo Temple. He has come to the temple countless times. No matter how many times he can't get away from the battlefield, he will find time to find the nearest temple to pray for blessings.

   He was offering incense in the main hall, secretly begging for Meng Tangan's safety countless times in his heart, the world did not know, only the Buddha knew.

After walking out of the main hall, Xie Xun went under the thousand-year-old locust tree again. The red ribbon fluttered. Just like in the past, there were many new wooden signs. He slowly found the wooden sign of Meng Tangan and looked up for a long time. , eyes full of tenderness.

  ——I only wish your heart to be like mine.

   Time flies so fast.

   It seems that in the blink of an eye, she can still see her smiling and leaning in his arms.

   After three years of lovesickness, she still refused to give up, so she wanted to ask her when she would pay her back.

   "Every year, every year, be safe." For a long time, he didn't ask any questions, just said a few words, his voice drifting in the midsummer wind.

  The word is calm, and the word is acacia.

   "Donor." Someone behind him gave a salute and said gently, "You have to read a lot of books, walk a long way, and have seen spring, summer, autumn and winter, and you will put it down."

Not anymore.

  Xie Xun lives in that memory and will never let go.

   "Thank you." He still said the same.

Grandmaster Konghui was stunned for a moment, looking at the wooden sign in the distance, with a complicated expression, the love of a young man is always sincere and open, and he was a little curious and puzzled: "You said that, you haven't put it down yet, thinking about the past, will Are you sorry? Will you regret it?"

   "I have regrets, but I don't regret it." He answered earnestly, "It must be that I am not sincere enough, so we have no fate. I will study hard."

  Learn, never miss it.

   "What if you are missing your whole life?"

   "I want to wait for her, why should I be afraid of a spring or two?"

   "I don't know if she wants to." The wooden sign collided with a crisp sound, followed by a long sigh, "Let's go to spring, don't rot in the past and dreams."

   Someone got stuck in that year, year after year.

  Xie Xun left Chang'an City, rode a horse all the way, and walked slowly and leisurely on the road, the same road they used to go to Jiangnan together.

   Everywhere along the way, I personally posted a new missing person notice. The woman on the portrait is lifelike, and it is an inexhaustible memory of pen and ink.

   also holds a portrait and asks from day to night.

   "Excuse me, have you met her?"

"thanks."

   "Have you seen her?"

"Excuse me……"

   The answer is loss after loss.

got used to.

   but still looking forward to it.

   "Who is she?"

   "She is my... an old friend."

  Thinking of an old person, thinking is thinking, so it is a person who will never be seen again.

   In the evening, Xie Xun found a place to stay at random and drank by himself.

   "Tangtang, am I just not worth your return?"

   After saying that, he smiled to himself.

   The sound of seven-point drunkenness drifted in the air.

   He never approached Shangqingjiang, not because he was afraid, but because Meng Tangan didn't want to see him, Xie Xun was afraid that he would go and she would not show up.

   He watched from a distance.

   In the first year, when Meng Tangan was not found, Xie Xun thought that she just didn't want to see him and was avoiding him.

   In the second year, Meng Tangan was still not found, Xie Xun thought, what did he do wrong, and what should he do to ask her to be safe.

   This year is the third year.

   No audio.

  She has a sweet temperament and loves to play with her temper.

   Xie Xun only hoped that the people she met would treat her well.

  Be kind to her.

  Sometimes Xie Xun would also think, it would be nice if he didn't meet him.

   So is she still alive now?

   We must be safe every year, even if we do not see each other.

The   bone whistle was clear and superior, and as the cold night drifted far away, it rang all night.

  Falcon came after hearing the news, stopped in front of the window, stared at Xie Xun with dark eyes without blinking, quietly accompanying him.

  Xie Xun leaned against the window, his brows and eyes were languid and quiet, and with the faint light of the sky, he finally put down his bone whistle.

   The original bone whistle was given to Meng Tangan by Xie Xun, and it was the only relic left to him by his father.

  Xie Xun's character was taken by Xie Zida himself - Huaijing.

   Actually, he had no impression of his father. After all, he had never seen him before. The first time he knew of his father was when he heard the news of his death from the battlefield.

   Liu Zhu cried so hard that day!

The moment    handed the bone whistle to Meng Tangan, Xie Xun recognized her for the rest of his life.

   He was afraid that Meng Tangan would accidentally lose the bone whistle, so he strung it up with a red string and put it on her neck.

The    bone whistle sounded, and the falcon was dispatched.

   No matter how far, Xie Xun will come to her.

   He wished that the distant bone whistle would sound again, just like three years ago.

  But for three years, Xie Xun blew the bone whistle all night long without a single response.

   It was only later that I realized that some people can’t stay if they want to stay.

   When some people meet, they are already on the sign.

  The sun sets in the west, the green hills are vast in the distance, and the afterglow of dusk shrouds the earth.

Xie Xun rode on horseback and walked lazily across the mountain road, the light wind blew his sleeves, the horse's hoofs stepped on the fallen leaves and made a creaking sound, and occasionally stopped to eat grass, no matter how Xie Xun dragged it, it would not go away, Angrily kicked the horse's ass.

   From a distance, the silhouette is outlined by golden lines, like a picture scroll.

  A misty rain in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River continued, with white walls and black tiles, raindrops dripping from the eaves in a string, and the nursery rhymes were immature.

   "Midsummer is here, flowers and branches are noisy,

   Butterfly chasing the baby.

  The cold winter comes, the stove burns,

  Snowflakes covered with white heads to…”

   Grandma was sitting in front of the house, and when she saw Xie Xun, she recognized him at a glance, and waved with a smile, with hunched waist and silver hair, she was also old, and her voice was still kind: "Young master is here, why don't you see Tang An."

   (end of this chapter)