"Mother!"
The little tree demon pounced over and hugged Xihe.
In order to avoid trouble, Xihe cast an illusion before entering the town, and now he has the same face as Qingle.
Uncle Zhong also looked anxious: "Young Madam, where have you been? The young master and the young master are very worried... Who is this?" He was startled when he saw the identical, cold face.
Xihe explained with a smile: "This is my sister."
Uncle Zhong quickly saluted, then bustled around nervously, inviting his masters to eat.
Fan Xiu was uneasy and went forward to help. The little tree demon felt an inexplicable fear when he saw Qingle and huddled tightly in Xihe's arms. Qingle glanced at him coldly and sat down on the stone bench in the yard.
The dinner was very sumptuous, and Uncle Zhong added some clean leftovers from the afternoon.
Fan Xiu suddenly remembered: "Madam, no, that is, Brother Liang and others..."
Xihe ate his meal: "No, they won't remember."
"oh."
Fan Xiu shut up and ate in silence.
The little tree demon also held his small bowl and ate with big mouthfuls. He was also not affected. Fan Xiu looked at his son, feeling lost. He turned around and saw the woman meditating in the yard, and his heart was even more tired.
Good days, suddenly...
After a quick meal, the group began to wash up and rest.
Qingle refused the request to go into the house and continued to meditate in the yard.
"Mom, the baby is so sleepy and wants to sleep."
The little tree demon hugged Xihe's thigh, his eyelids were drooping and he could hardly open them.
Xihe picked him up and walked towards the bed: "Okay, it's time to sleep." After putting him on the bed, the little guy started looking for his daddy again. Fan Xiu pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't refuse.
"Hey, hey, sleep, baby needs to sleep."
One hand held another's hand, and soon they fell asleep.
The moonlight was as bright as water, and the cold moonlight shone in from the window. Outside the house, everything was silent except for the sound of the night wind. The two people were separated by the little tree demon and were in great silence for a while.
Xihe turned his head and fell into the shadows, only a vague outline could be seen.
"Fan Xiu."
She spoke.
Fan Xiu turned his head and said nothing.
Xihe said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."
She knew it wasn't easy for him to accept all this all of a sudden, but when he suddenly turned cold, she felt uncomfortable too, always having the illusion that she was too late.
Xihe turned his face away: "There is one thing I didn't say. We are independent and free from each other."
"Whatever you want to do is entirely up to you. You don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to feel constrained. I respect all your choices. If you feel that with your current experience and outlook on life, you can't face me, then tell me."
Fan Xiu looked at her: "And then."
Xihe: "You live your life well, I will go find my next life."
The wind whistled, the window lattices fluttered, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and the view suddenly became dark. Fan Xiu suddenly laughed out loud: "You love me, do you love me, Fan Xiu, or do you love your reincarnated lover?"
My heart felt sour and bitter: "Am I me, or am I him?"
Is he a puppet?
He has an independent personality and complete values, and he loves her...
After the initial excitement, these problems began to emerge little by little, along with some others.
Xihe looked at him: "You are him, he is you, you are one, you just lost a part of the past, the memory that belonged to us."
Fan Xiu: "Why do you still remember? What happened between us?"
He asked the question very naturally, but Xihe was stunned.
Fan Xiu emerged from the shadows, his face handsome. "From what I've learned, I lost my memory and almost married someone else, and you...you came to find me."
"If I weren't so miserable, if she didn't resist me, you, understand?"
You, do you understand?
This kind of relationship is very dangerous and can lead to big mistakes if you are not careful.
Fan Xiu looked at Xi He seriously. "Does he really, no, should I say, love you? Don't you feel uncomfortable? Aren't you tired? Aren't you wronged?"
Xihe was speechless for a moment.
She was aware of these problems, but always subconsciously avoided them.
Fan Xiu looked at the sleeping little tree demon and analyzed his own thoughts for the first time: "I am very sure that I loved her and wanted to marry her at that time. Xiaobao is very cute. Although she ignored me, I didn't mind at all. I was willing to give everything for her and work hard for this family."
He smiled and said, "I even thought about studying hard for the imperial examination in the future to give her a better life."
Xihe froze in place, his body growing colder and colder.
Fan Xiu looked at her and said, "I roughly know when you came. You didn't hide your passion for me. You were frank and sincere. You put your heart in front of me and were afraid that I wouldn't notice your love."
"Have you done this kind of thing many times?"
Xihe's throat tightened, and he said hoarsely, "I'm fine."
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it had always been like this. Xihe suddenly felt a little confused.
Fan Xiu: "I have no memory, so I don't know what happened, but I love you and I can't bear to do this. I can't bear to see you suffer any injustice."
Gouzi: “…”
Yelling, "He's spreading rumors, he's spreading rumors, Xihe, don't listen to him! This guy... woooo."
A strong wind came from nowhere and blew it over and over, and it suddenly couldn't care about anything.
Xihe looked at Fan Xiu without saying anything.
Fan Xiu curled his lips and said, "I feel like I've been fooled. My feelings for you, my growing concern for you... all of these things are challenging my bottom line and my values."
Xihe curled up his fingertips and gradually buttoned his cuffs.
She didn't want to listen anymore, but Fan Xiu's words were pervasive: "Read the books of sages, establish the character of a gentleman, and be a virtuous person."
"Even though Qingle is cruel and ruthless, she is my legally married wife. But you... you replaced her. Even though I love you and can tell you apart, my purest and most passionate feelings are gone. She has enjoyed all my goodness."
"You know it's me, so you're sincere."
"You are not willful, you don't lose your temper, you tolerate all my imperfections, time and time again."
Fan Xiu asked her, "Are you really not aggrieved?"
Xihe froze in place, his head buzzing and his breathing almost stopped.
The window lattice was wide open, the trees in the yard were swaying, and the person meditating had long since disappeared. Fan Xiu walked over and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice clear: "I'm sorry to have made you sad."
Xihe shook his head, avoided him and stepped back.
Fan Xiu pulled her arm and hugged her tightly. "I just don't want you to suffer so much. You should be loved well. Why is this happening?"
He buried his head in her hair and cried like rain.
Fan Xiu took a deep breath. "I can't find him, and maybe I'll lose my memory in the next world, so I can only tell you these words. I hope you'll always be happy and free, and always be loved. You deserve the best in the world."
"I wish I were the one to love you."
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