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Chapter 917 Don't cry, I'm fine.

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    The fragrance of bamboo produces color, and the purple bamboo bears the yin.

    The gurgling stream runs through the purple bamboo forest like a clear jade belt, and any one of the purple bamboos in the bamboo forest is 30 meters high.

    But these 30-meter-high purple bamboo poles are very thin.

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

    Let the wind blow the wrinkled and lively streams in the purple bamboo forest.

    Occasionally, there are a few phoenix sounds from the depths of the bamboo forest. The clang of phoenix sounds accompanied by the sound of scattered bamboo leaves is a bit of the elegance of silk and bamboo in "the height of Yunxuan".

    The early spring of Huiyao Federation this year came a bit late, but even if the spring did not come, the fragrance of bamboo and the sound of phoenixes accompanied by the clouds filled the sky were slowly written into poems.

    Smudged with stories warmer than the spring breeze.

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

    Some of these hundreds of kinds of bamboo bear bamboo fruit, and the bamboo fruit bends the bamboo stem and falls to the ground.

    Occasionally, a few of them landed in the stream and splashed, which surprised a few purple-gold carp in the stream to jump out of the water.

    After the big purple-gold carp feeds on the bamboo fruit, its tail will stir up the stream water. Raising a ladle of the clear stream into the bamboo forest is like repaying the gift of the bamboo forest.

    In the purple bamboo forest, we can't see the decline of vegetation all year round. In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a Zhai Xuan built with purple bamboo standing gracefully.

    Several graceful white cranes are flying in the Zhaixuan.

    The white crane waved its wings to stir up a breeze, blowing away the incense burning in the two huge copper furnaces in front of the Zhaixuan.

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

    At this time, a man and a woman were sitting on the bench in the Zhaixuan. The man used a bamboo comb to gently comb the woman's waist-length hair like ink.

    Although the man appeared to be only in his thirties, the hair on his head had turned gray.

    Just like an old man who is dying.

    The woman touched the thin mirror in front of her lightly with her hand, and looked at the man's gray hair with a happy smile on her face, but she could no longer hold back the tears that fell down her eyes.

    As soon as the woman cried, the warm smile that she had forced to pretend could no longer hold on.

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

    The man's face was still peaceful as usual, but he couldn't bear to see the woman crying. The man stretched out a pair of very beautiful hands and gently wiped the woman's rolling tears.

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

    After wiping the woman's cheeks with her pretty hands, the tears returned and wet the fingertips, dripping down the fingertips onto the seat embroidered with bamboo shadows.

    The man said softly.

    "Xiangxiang don't cry, I'm fine."

    "I'm going to leave everything about Zizhu Forest to Shen Er. After welcoming the old man, let's take a good look at the glorious 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 clear.

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

    Why does it have to last forever if you really love each other?

    Feeling the warmth of the teardrops on his fingertips, Mr. Zhu sighed three times.

    Sighing that I have little talent and learning, even if you are a five-star creator, you still can't get rid of the bad luck physique of your loved one.

    Second, he sighed that he was not brave enough before, but at the moment when he was surrounded by Wang Fuxiang, Mr. Zhu did not regret that Wang Fuxiang caused him bad luck.  But he regretted that he hadn't waded across the water earlier to ask Wang Fuxiang's name.

    The third sigh Mr. Zhu is not sighing himself, but why Wang Fuxiang's life is so cloudy?

    Mr. Zhu's three sighs are like three questions, but these three questions are destined to be unanswered.

    Wang Fuxiang turned her head and looked closely at Mr. Zhu's eyes.

    Tears fell down on Mr. Zhu's clothes.

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

    Zhu Jun heard the words and gently took off the ring on his finger, and then put the ring on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger.

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

    The ring looked loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger, and it could fall off with a flick of the hand.

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

    "Xiangxiang is all my wealth in this ring, now thisI gave you all the rings, you said I won't regret it later?  "

    When Wang Fuxiang heard this, more tears welled up in her eyes, like a little girl who had been wronged, the more the adults coaxed her tears, the more she shed.

    Wang Fuxiang stretched out her hand and gently caressed Mr. Zhu's cheek, and with a hook of her finger, a strand of Mr. Zhu's gray hair came over.

    Looking at this strand of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that at this moment, she must speak out what was on her mind.

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

    Zhu Jun heard Wang Fuxiang's eyes quietly and did not speak for a while, then touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand, letting Wang Fuxiang's side face lean on his chest.

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

    "If you really have to choose, I hope that you can wear the ring left for me and walk on in the boundless years when you can't tell the return date."

    When Mr. Zhu spoke, the gurgling stream outside the Zhaixuan was like light, as if the glitzy old things were all over in an instant.

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

    Leaving this moment of dependence.

    When Wang Fuxiang heard Mr. Zhu's words, his throat choked up, and he couldn't say anything.

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

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

    Touched is moved, but Wang Fuxiang understands that if there is really only one person who can survive, then Mr. Zhu's survival 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 murmur was extremely small, and Wang Fuxiang suppressed the murmur between his lips and teeth, and Mr. Zhu didn't hear it clearly.

    Just at this moment, several abrupt cicadas rang through the quiet purple bamboo garden.

    Mr. Zhu seemed to have expected this a long time ago, but Mr. Zhu didn't intend to pay attention to the sudden cicada singing.

    Continue to slide the bamboo comb in your hand to help the person in front of you gently comb the black hair.

    Xia Chen had been waiting at the entrance of the Purple Bamboo Courtyard for a long time, when he heard the sound of cicadas, Xia Chen said softly.

    "Congratulations to Mr. Cicada for coming to Zizhu Garden. If the teacher is sick, he can only be received by the younger generation."

    "If there is a lack of care, I hope Master Cicada will forgive me a lot."

    Xia Chen said so, but he didn't mean to lead the cicadas into the Purple Bamboo Garden.

    ?As Mr. Zhu's big apprentice, Xia Chen has been helping Mr. Zhu manage 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 cicadas singing at this time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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