The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 277 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 167

   "She has something to do, so she might arrive later." Xie Xun bent down, looked at Grandma, and smiled.

   Grandma squinted her eyes that were already hard to see, and sighed: "Wait a little longer, I will wait."

"Yes, I will."

  The old people in the town still remember him, greeted him enthusiastically, and asked why Meng Tangan was not there.

  Xie Xun patiently said over and over again that she might have to come later.

  The town is the same as it was three years ago. At that time, they were very in love. It was also the season of midsummer and August. They walked through every alley and caught the tail of the sunset.

  Xie Xun vaguely felt the wind of autumn. After all, it was almost the season for them to meet. Will they meet again this time?

   The sky in the distance is a light gray. He walks on the bluestone slab in the rain without an umbrella. He is very familiar with the streets and alleys and walks back along the footsteps of the past.

It was empty in my heart, it always seemed like something was missing, I couldn’t figure it out, I couldn’t say it, like a pair of hands grabbed his neck, and it lasted for three years. But gas, long and suffocating.

  ——"Really? We go to Jiangnan?"

  ——"It's the season of picking lotus pods, and the osmanthus wine in Jiangnan is also good."

  ——"I love you, I love you so much!"

  ——"In Tang Anxin, Xu Beihou will always be my king."

   At that time, I brought her to Jiangnan, and I was so happy.

   He suddenly lost control of her thinking about her.

   Heart throbbing.

   Once the feeling of lovesickness emerges, it can no longer be restrained, and the prairie fire is soaring!

  Xie Xun's eyes were slightly red, but he was smiling. He didn't stop walking, stepping on the pile of puddles, and the rain splashed everywhere, blurring his expression.

   I really miss that year when they listened to the rain in the attic together, and the lingering breath of last night remained on her body. She stretched out to catch the rain, and he looked at her profile.

   All of this, as long as I think of her name, I will repeat it again and again in my heart, from the cold alienation at the first meeting to the night of drowning.

   Xie Xun has always felt that he has seen through those means and will not be trapped by love, but until now, he is still guessing whether she has ever loved him.

   may have been in love, but it was too short-lived. After she left, his heart was always empty, just like thinking of summer that can never be returned on a snowy winter night.

   Die in the past, when she loved him the most.

   "It's agreed that we will come here when the Chang'an incident comes to an end... Why do you leave me alone again."

  Xie Xun looked at the azure sky in the distance and choked up with self-deprecation.

   He always wondered if she would suddenly remember him at a certain moment in the past three years, would she miss the year they spent together, even if it was only for a second, her heart pounded.

   Actually, Xie Xun knew it.

Will not.

  The story is over, and he is the only one who can't get out.

   Who will fall in love with someone like her in the future? Who will you be with for the rest of your life.

   She wants to meet someone better than him, listen to her broken thoughts, accompany her year after year, and live a lifetime.

   Then after the rain gradually stopped, just forget about him.

   This rain is in the heart, no one knows.

  The sound of the rain was pattering, knocking down the white petals and falling into the stagnant water. The children ran past, and accidentally bumped into Xie Xun!

   "Be careful." He lifted the child up and warned.

   "Brother, your hands are so cold." The little boy stared at him with black grape-like eyes, and said in a milky voice, "Mother told me that if you wear too few clothes, you will get sick."

   "Listen to my mother." Xie Xun squatted down half-squatting, rubbing his head with picturesque eyebrows, "Go ahead."

   The little boy ran away, turned back several times, and looked at the slender figure in the rain.

  In the town, the old man sat under the porch and chatted, and the young and young girl blushed silently while holding an oil-paper umbrella.

   And he came and went alone.

  The nursery rhymes sang Jiangnan, Xie Xun listened fascinatedly, and hummed the folk songs she sang to him that year from his throat, which added to his ears.

The sound of    drifted far away, and the white butterfly stopped at the top of the wall, flapping its wings gently.

   Just like that year, the butterfly perched on the woman's white dress.

  The rain hit the flowers, he reached out his hand and caught a broken petal.

   Like this, flowers and plants are loved by people, life and death follow people's wishes, and they are miserable and unremembered.

   She trapped him for a long time.

   He lived in the old attic again and planned to stay in the town for a while.

  Everyone in the town knows that the noble living in the attic has someone in his heart and has been waiting for her to come home.

   In the blink of an eye, it was September, the tenth day of the first lunar month, the day they met.

  Xie Xun was wearing a black robe, his back was deep in the light and shadow, he walked lazily and aimlessly on the long street, passing through the crowd, the noise had nothing to do with him, wandering outside the bustling, looking at every smiling face.

"Today is our 1096th day apart." He smiled, as if talking to someone, but also to himself, "Tangtang, the town hasn't changed much, it's still the same as before, everyone misses you... Li Jijia’s peach blossom cakes are still on sale, I have tasted them, and the taste is the same as before, no change.”

   "If you have a chance, you must try it. You liked it very much at the time, but it's not good if you eat too much, so I didn't let you eat too much, by the way, and..."

   never forget, no echo.

   Maybe God is helping her to leave him too.

pretty good.

  The sun in September is a bit dazzling, and it shines brightly, as if the tiles are glowing. The town's folk customs are simple, chattering in twos and threes, and the clamor of vendors.

   "Osmanthus wine, osmanthus wine!"

  Xie Xun stopped when he passed the wine stand, picked up the jar of osmanthus wine casually, and was stunned for two seconds.

   "Young Master, do you want to buy wine?" Grandpa asked while shaking the grass fan, looking up at him, squinting, "Why do you look familiar to me?"

  Xie Xun turned against the light with deep eyebrows and put the sweet-scented osmanthus wine back: "Maybe I have seen it before."

   Grandpa watched him walk away, hesitantly said, "Osmanthus wine is very good, why don't you come to two jars?"

   "No way."

   The clear voice came from a distance, as if the young man threw the silver out of the way, walking in the crowd is also the most dazzling, red-clothed arrogant, I don't know how high the sky is!

   He passed by the lake, someone was boating, the boatman on the Wu Peng boat was leisurely wearing a straw hat, singing Jiangnan tunes, paused for a moment, and didn't look again.

  I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine.

  In the end, it’s not like that, youth travel!

  …

   When Xie Xun returned to the attic, it was already the time of Hai.

In the past three years, a lot of things have been sent to the attic one after another, all of which are commonly used by Meng Tangan. No one has ever taken them away. They have been put aside until now, and they have become old things. Yes, year after year shipping.

  The frost-white moonlight shone in from the half-opened window, dappled all over the place.

  Xie Xun was quiet for a while, casually preparing to take a bath, unbuttoning his belt, suddenly realizing something, looking sideways, his voice was slightly harsh: "Come out!"

   There was no response in the house for a long time.

  Han sword was unsheathed, making a contention, slender fingers clasped the delicate hilt, and raised the curtain under the bed——!

   (end of this chapter)