Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 119 A marriage that began in the previous life...

Pingcheng.

Bai Mingwei looked at the devastated Pingcheng, looked up at the scattered stars in the sky, and a complicated and unspeakable feeling arose spontaneously.

She climbed up the city wall "dong dong dong".

The cool breeze blew away the corners of the dark night, revealing a white streak in the eastern sky.

Bai Ming stared in the direction of Yinshan Mountain, quietly waiting for the morning light to hang on the top of the mountain, revealing a half-bright shadow in the valley.

She smiled, smiling but shedding tears: "Father, uncle, brother... have you seen it? Pingcheng has been taken, and Pingcheng belongs to Dongling again!"

She held her hand against the wall and cried. Suddenly her body felt warm and a cloak was wrapped around her.

She raised her eyes, her tears blurring everything in the world and the man's face.

She didn't wipe away her tears in a hurry, as if she didn't need to hide her tears in front of this invisible man.

But even though men's eyes can't see it.

This alert man still knew that she was crying.

Feng Qingchen "looked" at her: "How cold is it? Do you want to cry in my arms? My arms are very warm."

Bai Mingwei was speechless for a long time, and he opened his arms: "Every word is true, my arms are really warm, I won't lie to you. You will know after you try it."

Bai Mingwei wiped the tears from his face and returned to his calm and self-possessed look.

She looked at the man in front of her seriously again. Although she looked at him carefully, she knew nothing about him except his appearance.

But at this time, she noticed the white silk covering Feng Qingchen's eyes.

It seemed that no matter how many pieces Feng Qingchen changed, the white silk would always have a pear blossom embroidered on the end.

It's as white as snow, jade is as clear as ice.

Pear blossoms have always been her favorite flower.

So she would always apply pear blossom oil on her hair. This habit was developed since she was a child and has never changed since.

It’s not that the osmanthus is not fragrant enough, nor that the orchid is not sweet enough.

She really likes pear blossoms, so much that she would never want to replace them.

Inexplicably, she remembered a spring day many years ago.

It was the most beautiful spring day in the Vosges.

Under Chengtian's view, pear blossoms are blooming all over the mountains and plains, clusters in full bloom among the shrubs that have not yet returned to green.

How could she be willing to miss such a grand scene?

So she took medicine and food with her and lied to her master that she wanted to go out to practice kungfu, but secretly came to the foot of the mountain to enjoy the flowers.

The pear blossoms are flying like snow, and the sky is blue and clear.

She loved the view so much that she never left.

But this quiet moment was quickly interrupted by a young man.

The bruised boy suddenly broke into her little world and brought a group of assassins with him.

With the idea of ​​doing a good deed every day, she put the medicine and steamed buns in front of the young man, and then led the young man away from the pursuers.

In doing this kind thing, he even forgot to ask the young man's name.

I vaguely remember that he was a man with a face like a crown jewel, red lips and white teeth.

I imagine that if the boy was still alive, he would have grown into a handsome man by now, right?

In an instant, the man in front of him seemed to overlap with the boy whose appearance was blurred in his memory.

She couldn't help but ask: "Why is the end of the white silk covering your eyes embroidered with pear blossoms?"

Don't be too direct when making insinuating remarks.

So as not to appear to be asking for something in return.

Feng Qingchen was silent for a long time and answered truthfully: "Many, many years ago, I was reborn in a rain of pear blossoms." He sighed. He probably didn't remember, otherwise he wouldn't have asked him this.

The important thing is not the pear blossom, but the meaning behind the pear blossom.

The story of this pear blossom is by no means as simple as a life-saving grace.

That is salvation, the only salvation for countless days wandering in darkness.

It was also the only clean memory he had after being gradually eroded by hatred.

As white as snow, as pure as ice.

Don't people like him yearn for clean things?

After listening to Feng Qingchen's words, Bai Ming was slightly excited.

Could it be that the man who helped him in times of need was the boy she once saved?

So, she asked: "Can you tell me now why you want to help me?"

Feng Qingchen "looked" in the direction of Lu Mingyu.

He suddenly sighed: "Speaking of it, this is a marriage that started in a previous life..."

Isn't it that young man?
No matter how powerful Bai Mingwei was, he still couldn't listen to these ridiculous words.

She interrupted Feng Qingchen: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. There's no need to tell such wild lies."

Feng Qingchen felt very aggrieved: "Every word I say is true from the bottom of my heart. Little girl, I have never lied to you."

"I haven't mentioned anything I don't want to mention, but everything I say in front of you, not a word is false."

Bai Ming sighed slightly: "Frivolous man, not serious!"

Feng Qingchen "frozen" Bai Mingwei, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared.

He changed from his usual casualness and became extremely serious: "Weiwei, our fate has started since the previous life. In this life, I am here for you and I will live for you."

"So as long as you need it, as long as I can, I will not hesitate to lay down my life for you. If these words are false, I will strike five thunders that day..."

"Boom..." Feng Qingchen listened to Bai Mingwei's leaving footsteps with a lonely expression and continued what he had not finished.

Finally, a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "Why don't you believe what I said from the bottom of my heart?"

The little white ferret jumped on his shoulder, holding its little head in its two front paws, holding its forehead and sighing.

Feng Qingchen flicked its little head: "Xiaobai, what do you mean?"

The little white ferret spread its paws, revealing two big white teeth, as if to say: It's all because of the master's usual rudeness, no one would believe him even if he told the truth.

Feng Qingchen sighed for a long time: "Aren't you worried that confessing your feelings to the little girl in a serious manner will scare her?"

The little white ferret held its chubby little face, as if thinking deeply.

After a while, it grabbed Feng Qingchen's ear and called out.

Feng Qingchen grimaced: "What? You said that women like steady men. You told me not to be so frivolous in the future and to be as dignified and steady as possible."

The little white ferret nodded desperately, almost breaking his neck.

Feng Qingchen pinched its neck: "What is it? A bad idea! If you don't look frivolous, wouldn't it be embarrassing when you are rejected? As a mink, you don't understand my master's heart."

The little white ferret spread out its paws, as if to say: Women don't like stubborn men either, and the master must know how to correct his mistakes.If that doesn't work in the end, you still have my beautiful mink.

Feng Qingchen picked up its tail and lifted it up: "I have to remind you several times before you understand that there will never be anything between us."

The little white ferret bowed and hugged Feng Qingchen's finger, showing its big white teeth, as if trying to convince its master that age and gender were not issues, and that true feelings could transcend species.

Feng Qingchen raised his hand and threw it far away, listening carefully to the little girl's footsteps that were getting further away.

The morning light was slightly dew, and the cold wind blew on my face like drizzle, bringing with it a different kind of chill.

It was also such a cold day on that month and day of the year he died.

(End of this chapter)