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Chapter 1095 Gu Nanjue¡¯s heart is so wet

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    Maybe it¡¯s late at night in the middle of winter!

    It may be snowing heavily!

    Maybe the new year is approaching!

    Maybe it¡¯s the bustling and lonely street corner, the street that was originally Chang¡¯an Street. At this moment, covered with wind and frost, covered with dim light, empty and deserted, the street suddenly became blurry and hazy in the eyes.

    Gu Nanjue walked slowly on the street that had been covered with a thick layer of snow. His footprints were covered by the wind and snow, until he reached the end of the long street. His black windbreaker had turned white and his body was cold.  There was no warmth in her body anymore, only the uncontrollable soreness in her chest flowed wildly.

    It took him an hour to walk the ten miles of Chang'an Street.

    Xiaoliu said that on the day they received the certificate, they walked hand in hand along Chang'an Street.

    Gu Nanjue couldn't help but wonder, what was his and her mood like at that time?

    It should be happy and sweet.

    His whole body was stiff from the wind and snow. He rubbed his hands subconsciously and then suddenly remembered a very substantial question.

    He doesn't have a wedding ring.

    He has never seen a wedding ring belonging to Sheng Qianqian on her hand.

    But according to what Xiaoliu said, his and her wedding was a high-profile wedding that attracted worldwide attention, so why didn¡¯t they have a wedding ring?

    So, where did his wedding ring go?  And where did she hide her wedding ring?

    Gu Nanjue was eager to know the answer. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called Xiaoliu, but the battery was dead.

    In the dead of night, there are no cars, no people, just ice and snow.

    He had never felt so at a loss, not even when Sheng Qianqian went to court to accuse him of his crimes before the judge.

    He didn¡¯t know how long he had been walking on the snowy long street. Maybe he never paid attention to the time, or maybe he was thinking about something. When he raised his head again, he saw himself standing under an ancient archway.

    In the dim light, the old gate archway is lit, the cold wind blows over, and the sound of wind chimes is heard.

    He stopped and looked up at the place where the pleasant sound came from.

    Someone pushed open the window at this moment, revealing a wrinkled smile on his face that had been weathered by vicissitudes of life.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know if it seems familiar, but Gu Nanjue feels very kind to this octogenarian old man.

    He nodded politely to the old man, "Old man, are you still asleep?"

    At this time, the old man found his presbyopic eyes and hurriedly put them on. He looked at him with eyes full of embarrassment, as if he was sure of something. Suddenly he shouted happily into the room, "Old man, go down and open the door quickly. It's the young master."

    "Which young master?"

    "What other young master can I have? I, an old woman, have served only one mistress in my life."

    "Ohah, are you talking about the eldest son of the Gu family?"

    "What nonsense are you talking about? Go quicklyopen the door!"

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    Five minutes later, the old lady made a bowl of tofu curd for Gu Nanjue, "My eldest son, I didn't expect that ten years have passed and we can still see each other at this time."

    Gu Nanjue looked at the steaming tofu pudding in front of him, which was sprinkled with beautiful chopped green onions and dried shrimps. It felt a bit heart-warming just looking at it.

    He stirred the bean curd twice with his spoon, then took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. It melted in his mouth.

    ¡°Compared to the delicacies from the mountains and seas that he ate, this kind of bean curd made him feel inexplicably well-hydrated and extremely moist in the dead of night.

    It may be that he couldn¡¯t recall the taste in his memory, so he thought it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life.

    He finished eating gracefully and then looked at the place carefully.

    It is a small workshop selling breakfast. The workshop is not big, with retro furniture, a few rectangular tables, and a few long brown benches.

    Thinking about it, this is probably where the elderly make a living.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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