Two Ex-Husbands On One Stage

Chapter 47 Time pain?

Those eyes that were as clear as water to the almost barren and could not be reflected, but at this moment they stubbornly reflected the panic and frightened me into the eyes, as if they wanted to grab my soul, they were imprisoned in those eyes.

"Don't go, Miao'er, don't go!"

...

I looked at this person, and I just looked at it. In an instant, the biting pain in my memory woke up instantly, flooding my limbs, crawling over every inch of skin, every hair, every breath, and has been deeply eroded and corroded. Between the bone marrows, an invisible hand gripped my internal organs firmly, and told me to die, but only tears rushed out, washed my face weakly, slipped the man's front, slipped across the front of the man.

why? Why do you want to catch me? What else can I have? What else does he want from me?

"Miao'er, are you crying?" He touched my face helplessly, and his voice was so broken that he choked, "Don't cry..."

I tried not to open my face hard, and said stiffly coldly: "Your Lord, please take care of yourself! There is no more Shen Miao in the world, and the name of the girl is Xu Mingsheng."

The man paused and the wind stopped, "Xu Sheng... Xu... born?"

"Let go of my mother! You are not allowed to touch her!" Suddenly, Xiaoer chased from somewhere, and a steel needle in her hand was stuck in the bend of the man's arm.

The man, without any slight shock, put me in his arms more closely, and said in my ears: "Miaoer, if it were not for me to die, this life, I will never let you go. You, me and our Xiaoer , We are a family!"

Xiaoer...yeah! The last baby I have! He must have arrested me this time to **** back Xiaoer!

"Xia'er, run!" I started to beat him again, biting him and pushing him away, regardless of everything, but all the actions were futile in the shackles of the man's shackles, like a rod. Throwing the dying fish on the shore, only to suffocate dehydration.

Xiaoer was also extremely stubborn. She refused to move. She ran out of steel needles. She leaned over and picked up a huge pomegranate to confront the man.

I stopped struggling suddenly, raised my head coldly in his ear and said: "Where is the family? The prince is absurd. I don't dare to wait for the civilians to climb high, even if the father of Xiaoer is a half-brother of the prince, but the prince is not alone. Just a distant relative."

The man couldn't help but suffocate, his face was as pale as ashes, a bleak smile, like a bile bitterly swallowed, "Miao'er, why are you suffering... two years... a full seven hundred and thirty-sixth day..."

"Little Uncle—" Xiaoer actually knelt straight down in front of him, a pair of small hands tightened the man's robe, "Yue'er is good, Xiaoer doesn't run around listening to Little Uncle's words...you let my mother go, OK? Mother, she is afraid of her uncle, she is very afraid..."

Hearing the words, the man's figure was swaying, as if it was hit by a hammer with a hammer, and the door was broken. The moment he was thinking about it was not a trance, I separated his arm and took the next step. Squatted, escaped from under his arm, leaned over and hugged Xiaoer and ran down the hill in a panic.

I don't know when Tiangong changed his face. Thick dark clouds cascaded to cover the sky and covered the sky. There were few raindrops under the dense sieve of the big soybeans, splashing a lot of dust. A sharp lightning pierced the sky, chopping straight at the top of a spruce tree five steps away in front of my eyes, a fire broke out immediately, and a muffled thunder followed the roaring roar.

I was so startled that I fell to the side of the stone path, and in a panic, I only remember to hold Xiao Er tightly in front of my chest and protect it.

"The donor stays!"

I hurriedly looked back in the overwhelming torrential rain, but I saw the regent king who was about to be followed by two monks from the left and the right. "The donor stays! The monastery is clean, why do you bother the young women and children?"

The man's face was cold, and he seemed to be in a rush of fire. He was lucky to break away from the suppression of the two masters. A bright red rose from the corner of his mouth, and he came after the rain curtain.

I clenched my teeth and supported the stone wall with one hand to get up, limping with one hand and limping down the mountain.

Another flash of lightning struck the top of my head and went straight behind me. A crisp sound caused me to look back again. I saw a towering ginkgo cut across the waist, cut and collapsed, and was rubbing the tip of the man's nose before hitting him. , He stumbled and fell to the ground, "Miaoer! Don't go! Xiaoer~"

The man seemed to lose his direction in a muddy muddle, grabbing hands in the void indiscriminately, ignoring the east and the south, and Ling's momentum was suddenly wiped out by the heavy rain. In an instant, there was nothing in the firelight that night Wandering again and again, children are generally vulnerable and helpless...

Can't listen! Can not watch! I stretched my hand over my ears and shook my head desperately, forcing myself to turn my eyes closed and go down firmly.

At the next moment, Xiaoer in my arms struggled to get rid of my arm and slid down to the ground. In the rain, a pair of phoenix eyes lingered and looked at me, and the voice of milk whispered: "My mother, my uncle sees nothing, Xiaoer can't leave him..."

Watching Xiaoer ran towards the man in the rain curtain, the strength I put together for him was pumped clean, and could no longer hold the weight of my heart. His feet were like meridians, and he fell to the ground, hurting. Bone biting fingers curled up.

I want to cry, but I don’t know how to shed tears. I am separated between despair and fear, the only feeling is hurt! hurt! ! hurt! ! !

Desperate one's own heart softens, fearing that he has to pause... How can he be as hard-hearted as a rock? Pei Yanzhen! You are too deceiving!

My colic was black in my eyes, and I became unconscious.

...

When I woke up again, the surroundings were still, and the oil lamp outside the account was very weak like a bean. I only felt that my forehead was running over and I felt pain. I stretched my hand to touch the forehead, but I couldn’t pull it out. Only then did I see clearly, a person was soaked and drenched that I was holding my hand by the bed, and my forehead was lying on the overlapping hands, seemingly petrified and immobile.

My hand was almost paralyzed, and I had to extend the other hand to push it, but the man still remained motionless, but the touch was hot... Was it syncope?

I sat up and was waiting for someone to call, and I heard two "de" knocks. It was originally a small master in the temple who came to give Jiang Tang, and when I saw my hand reaching for the man's finger, he shook his head and said, "Female The donor does not have to do useless work, and the two martial arts brothers in the Fangcai Temple failed to pull the donor apart, and the abbot came to persuade him. In front of the couch."

"He... he fainted." I interrupted the teacher.

When the young monk stepped forward, he hurriedly went out to call two masters, and the two of them spent the effort of nine cows and two tigers and failed to break their fingers apart. The slender white fingers seemed to be conscious in a faint, and they were firmly Hold my hand tight, my arms are tight, and I don't slack.

No, it’s always hard to see the Master in the temple embarrassed. I got up and got off the couch, and let the two masters lift him on the couch. I could not break free, so I could only lean on the bamboo bench beside him by holding the hand.

The abbot gave him a pulse and cut off: "This donor's pulse is unstable, and should have suffered from severe illness. A little wind and rain will get cold and have to be quiet. More heart and blood stagnation and stagnation, twelve meridians are blocked, heart disease Seriously, he is ill, and the medicine is not effective. Lao Qun now has a prescription for the purpose of relieving fever and fever. The symptoms can not be cured, and the symptoms can only be cured.

I heard nothing, the old abbot sighed, and copied a recipe to Master Xiao.

After the person on the couch was infused with the medicine, the man who had touched a joss stick began to sweat, turned his back, and his brows were wrinkled and whispered. Afterwards, I didn't know what I had dreamed about, and my complexion became paler. I held my hand tighter and tighter. The strength was almost like grinding my finger bones into powder.

I cry out in pain.

He woke up and sat up at once, then blurted out, "Miaoer!"

I took advantage of the situation, but was shocked by that force and took a few steps back to the door.

But seeing him awaken from a dream, he shook his empty palm, his face was blank, the only trace of blood faded quickly, a pair of painted eyes were empty and sad, and the next moment, he jumped from the couch, I stomped on the ground, knocked over the table and chairs, and the medicine bowl was in a state of wolf.

"Miao'er, where are you?"

I shouldn't move around curling up beside the door, burying my head between my knees.

Until a pair of cold hands carefully touched my spine, but it seemed to be burned by boiling water. He shrank quickly, and he suffocated his breath. At the next moment, I was taken into his arms.

"Miao'er, you're still... still..." The sentence was too long for the rest of the life.

why? Why can't we pretend to be strangers from now on? Since it is no longer visible, then it should be ignorance, ignorance, recognition, and never see each other again. Why do you force me like this, to force me to retreat into the corner of nowhere?

It became gray in the old years and dusted over the years. Those frozen times are released from the box, and the years are overflowing all over the place, lightly written down, reaching out, and the fingertips are barren.

A few hot drops of water landed on my back, wetting the wet clothes.

"Miao'er, don't ever leave me again, okay? Two years, a full 736th day...Dream desperate at midnight every day, with all my heart and blood...I can get used to loneliness, get used to suffering, Used to miss, but never used to see you..."

I looked straight into the distance, and said to myself: "I have nothing, nothing, really. You don’t have to pretend to have a deep affection for me, I used to be stupid, everything is serious...just , I have used my life to please you, what do you think I can do? Well, what do you want now? Xiaoer? My only thought, do you want to take it?"

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