To Dijun from beginning to end chaotic and finally abandoned

Hearing this, Wang Tong looked at Lu He in confusion, as if wondering what a stupid question this was.

Being stabbed again by Wang Tong's face of course, Lu He took a small step back as if he was unsteady, his pale face was full of persistence, and he still did not give up and asked:

"Cousin, do you admire Erniang Cui?"

Wang Tong showed a gentle smile subconsciously, as if thinking of something, he came back to his senses and answered:

"My slender lady, the gentleman is so arrogant."

"Am I not a lady?"

The collapse came unexpectedly, Lu He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Wang Tong's hanging hem, raised his head, and looked at him cautiously and full of hope.

His eyes were full of fragility and pleading.

Wang Tong didn't expect that Lu He would step forward suddenly, and the force on the hem made him frown.

The cold wind blows through the forest, and the wine is completely awake.

He coughed lightly, trying to pull out the hem of his clothes, but Lu He held it so tightly that Wang Tong had no choice but to answer:

"Cousin is a lady, but she is not a sweetheart."

A line of clear tears flowed down instantly, like a lotus in the wind, I feel pity for it.

"Yes...what's wrong with me?"

Lu He is still not reconciled.

Seeing this, Wang Tong no longer hesitated, pulled out the hem of his clothes vigorously, and then took two steps back, his voice condensed:

"My cousin is very nice, but I just don't like it!"

After a pause, seeing that Lu He was still relentless, Wang Tong finally couldn't help but added:

"Today is a happy day, and my uncle and aunt are still here, so my cousin should not break the atmosphere by crying."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Lu He, walked around her and strode away.

As the footsteps behind her gradually disappeared, Lu He slumped on the ground as if she was exhausted, with a half-smile on her face, and her eyes were a little crazy. She sat there quietly, motionless.

There was another gust of wind, which seemed to disturb her dream, and the tears were already dried by the wind. She raised her eyes to look at the clouds in the sky, and was stung by the sun again. embroidered handkerchief.

Wang Tong's last vicious words were still in his ears, and his impatient expression was vividly in his memory. Lu He held his head tightly and kept shaking, whispering a sentence over and over in his mouth.

Yiqian was curious and couldn't help but stepped forward, only to hear the repeated repetition as if trying to convince herself:

"My cousin loves me, and his loves me."

After a long time, Lu He finally stopped. She hugged her curled legs, her eyes were firm, as if she had finally succeeded in persuading her, she said affirmatively:

"My cousin loves me!"

The voice was full of firmness.

I didn't expect Wang Tong to be so unkind in the end just now, and later I didn't expect Lu He to be so stubborn.

As if in a trance, she only wants to believe what she believes, even if it doesn't match the facts, she will tell herself over and over again what she wants to believe.

Obstructing the body becomes a ghost, and obstructing the mind becomes a demon.

Stubborn in the heart, unable to see the light around me, deeply trapped in the vortex of desire, deeply trapped in muddy feet, unable to extricate themselves.

Lu Ho fell into a magic way.

Yiqian sighed regretfully.

*

After returning from the bamboo forest, Lu He had a fever that night, he was in a daze, his condition was capricious, and he did not recover for several days.

I heard people say that Lu He came back from meeting Wang Tong with a very bad complexion that day. Lu Shi didn't want to make more troubles, but seeing her niece's flushed face, distress finally prevailed. When she found her son, she subconsciously open question:

"Tong'er, what did you tell your cousin that day?"

Wang Tong was extremely puzzled by his mother's behavior:

"I didn't say anything."

Seeing the impatience on her son's face, Lu Shi sighed as if admitting defeat, and she persuaded her earnestly:

"Tong'er, He'er just admires you, if you offend you, please be more tolerant."

As if hearing some incredible words, Wang Tong retorted as if unconvinced:

"Her admiration is her business, why should I tolerate it!"

Lu Shi is also puzzled:

"Mother really doesn't understand why you are so harsh on He'er?"

Wang Tong sneered:

"Cousin's stubborn, domineering and vicious temperament, I can tolerate it until today, I have cultivated it!"

With a "slap", Wang Tong's face was slapped to one side, and a red five-fingerprint soon appeared on his fair face.

Lu shivered and pointed at Wang Tong:

"How vicious is He'er?"

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Completion ~ pen refill