Fey Evolution Merchant Chapter 916: Stop crying, I’m fine.

Bamboo fragrant gives birth to color, and purple bamboo inherits Yin.

The gurgling stream runs through the purple bamboo forest like a clear jade belt. Any purple bamboo in the bamboo forest is thirty 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 stream.

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 of "Yun Xuan high place" silk and bamboo elegance.

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

Smalling stories that are warmer than the spring breeze.

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

Some of the hundreds of bamboos bear fruit, and the fruit is bent and fell to the ground.

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-golden carp eats bamboo fruit, its tail will stir the stream. Raising the clear stream in the bamboo forest is like a gift from the bamboo forest.

In the purple bamboo forest, we can't see the decay of vegetation throughout the year. In the depths of the bamboo forest is hidden a Zhai Xuan built of purple bamboo.

Several white cranes are flying in Zhaixuan.

White cranes waved their wings and set off a refreshing breeze, blowing away the incense burning in the two huge copper furnaces in front of Zhaixuan.

Occasionally, a few strands are blown into the Zhai Xuan.

At this time, there is a man and a woman sitting on the Zhaixuan Zhongzuo. The man uses a bamboo comb to gently comb the woman up to the waist 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 to her eyes.

As soon as the woman cried, the kind smile she had forced on her was no longer able to hold her back.

The man who was combing the woman's hair quietly saw the woman crying, and he took a light breath with the hand of the bamboo comb, but the movement of his hand did not stop.

The man's face is still always peaceful, but he can't bear to see the woman cry. The man Yu Xin can't bear to stretch out a pair of very nice hands to gently wipe the woman's falling teardrops.

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, and dripped along the fingertips onto the embroidered bamboo shadow.

The man said softly.

"Xiangxiang, 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 are clear, and there is a bit of determination 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 three times.

I sighed about my lack of knowledge, even if you are a five-star creator, you still can’t relieve the bad luck of your beloved.

Second, I sighed that I was not brave enough before. At the moment when I was around Wang Fuxiang, Jun Zhu did not regret that Wang Fuxiang caused him to suffer bad luck. 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?

Mr. 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.

The tears fell on Zhu Jun's clothes.

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

After 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 is loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger, and can fall off with a flick of his hand.

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

"The ring of Xiangxiang contains all my wealth. Now this ring is given to you, you said I will not regret it?"

Wang Fuxiang heard more tears in his eyes, like a little girl who has been wronged. The more the adults coax, the more tears will 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 his heart must be said at this time.

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

Mr Bamboo heard this and looked at Wang Fuxiang's eyes quietly for a long while without speaking, and then touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand, so that Wang Fuxiang's side face was leaning against his chest.

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

"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 Zhaixuan was like light when Zhu Jun talked, and it seemed as if the glitzy old things had disappeared in an instant.

The light and shadow of the stream are shining in the Zhai Xuan through the light smoke of the copper stove, reflecting on Wang Fuxiang and Zhu Jun.

Leave this moment of dependence.

Wang Fuxiang's throat choked when he heard Mr. Zhu's words, and he couldn't 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, this man chose to face death.

Moved and moved, but Wang Fuxiang understands that if only one person can live, then Jun Zhu is 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 seems to have expected this for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ But Mr. Bamboo didn't intend to pay attention to this sudden cicadas.

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

Xia Chen had been waiting at the entrance of Zizhuyuan early, when he heard the cicadas chirping, Xia Chen said softly.

"Congratulations to Master Chanming coming to Zizhu Garden, the teacher can only be interviewed by the younger generation if he is sick."

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

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

As a great apprentice of Mr. Zhu, Xia Chen has been helping Mr. Zhu to take care of Zizhu Garden for nearly ten years.

I can be regarded as the chief steward of Zizhu Garden, so I guessed the purpose of the cicada's hum.

First more.

(End of this chapter)