Chapter 691: Final Farewell
"Besides, I've tried, but I haven't found a plant that's suitable for stretching."
Listening to Song Wushao's words, Xu Miaomiao nodded, but then shook her head, looked at Song Wushao, and said seriously: "Don't you still believe me?"
Looking at Xu Miaomiao's bright eyes, as if there was a pool of clear water in them, trying to attract people in, Song Wushao nodded woodenly: "Believe it."
"Why don't you let me handle it, magistrate?"
Xu Miaomiao looked at Song Wushao with shining eyes. The expectation in her eyes was extremely clear, but Song Wushao's focus was on what she had just said, "Sir, the county magistrate."
Xu Miaomiao had never called her like this before, which made Song Wushao feel a little strange. The look in his eyes when he looked at Xu Miaomiao became more and more ambiguous.
Xu Miaomiao, who was the first to realize something was wrong, was about to leave, but Song Wushao restrained her waist first, preventing her from escaping: "My lady, it's time to rest."
Xu Miaomiao looked at the sky outside the house which had just darkened slightly, swallowed her saliva, and stared at the beauty in front of her. Well, no matter how many times, Xu Miaomiao would be moved by Song Wushao. After all, the big boss was so beautiful that she was a feast for the eyes. So Xu Miaomiao could only betray herself again and again.
The house was peaceful and the moonlight outside was particularly eye-catching today.
In the courtyard, Song Weiwei was alone, holding a wine cup. She took a deep breath, placed the cup on the table next to her, and walked out in a mighty manner.
Today is New Year's Eve, and every household has turned on the lights to celebrate the new year. Looking at her reflection in the window, Song Weiwei is wandering on the street like a wandering soul.
The streets were empty, as everyone was spending the New Year at home. The place seemed so desolate. If it weren't for the reflection in the window, I would have thought he was sick.
A ball of paper suddenly fell from the roof. Song Weiwei was startled. She looked up and saw a man standing on the high roof with his arms folded across his chest and a mask on his face.
Although there was no one on the street, there were some in every house, so Song Weiwei was not afraid. The man flew down from the eaves and landed steadily in front of Song Weiwei. He looked at her and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, why don't you stay home to celebrate the New Year?"
"My brother and sister-in-law are so loving at home, why should I stand out there? But why is this husband also wandering around in this street?"
Song Weiwei was still a little drunk, but suddenly she came to her senses, looked at the man in front of her, and spoke mercilessly.
Being asked this question suddenly, the man was not at all flustered: "I am not from the south, but this."
"Then I know it's curiosity."
Song Weiwei grinned in the most despicable way, and said with a hint of mockery: "People in the South attach the most importance to this festival, but you just don't celebrate it. Why is that? Are you from Liang? Now the two countries are eyeing you covetously. If you are, I will arrest you and take you to the government to pay you back."
Song Weiwei said this very seriously, without any intention of deceiving, because it was rare to see people from Liang Country in the South Country nowadays.
The man opposite smiled when he heard Song Weiwei's words, and immediately said, "Madam, are you sure you can beat me? Take me to the government office."
Looking at the man opposite, Song Weiwei looked at her own thin body, smiled, and shook her head.
"You are not happy."
The man opposite suddenly spoke, not a question, but an affirmation, affirming that she was unhappy.
Such a certain tone made Xu Miaomiao very unhappy, so she looked at him and said, "We just met by chance, my husband, who am I to you? What does my happiness have to do with you?"
The person on the other side was obviously stunned, and did not make any further movement or speak.
Song Weiwei smiled and was about to open the door immediately, but someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Feeling the sensation on her wrist, Song Weiwei subconsciously looked up at the man, wanting to reach out and tear off the mask on his face, but her slowly rising hand stopped at a very close distance, and she just said: "Why did you come back?"
The person opposite immediately let go of Song Weiwei's hand, changed the subject and said, "Since you are unhappy, I will take you somewhere."
Looking at the hand the man extended to her, Song Weiwei stopped when she was about to take it, and just stared blankly at the person opposite her.
The street was extremely empty, but the two of them were holding hands and looking at each other in silence.
After a long while, Song Weiwei immediately looked away, trying hard not to let her tears fall, and held them back. She looked at him for a long time and said, "Since this husband is from Liang, can you help me pass on a message to Yu Huaijin?"
"This lady is joking. Yu is the emperor's surname. How can I go to see him?"
Song Weiwei also smiled. The follower didn't want to expose the man in front of her, so she just took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and naturally held it in her hand and fumbled with it for a long time.
This was the handkerchief that she and Yu Huaijin gave to each other when they got engaged. She had been willing to wait for such a long time for a promise that would never come true, but now she doesn't want to wait anymore.
Although she tried her best to restrain herself, tears still flowed from her eyes. Song Weiwei suppressed her choking emotions and said, "My old friend is safe and sound now. I am just a commoner and have no intention of getting close to you. But you are not here. There is a huge difference between us. I know I am ashamed. Now I return this handkerchief. I wish you a smooth journey in the future and that you can do whatever you want. We will never meet again."
Song Weiwei half-raised her hand in the air, but the man opposite her was reluctant to take it. His eyes staring at Song Weiwei were already a little bloodshot, and his hands, which were originally hanging by his side, began to clench, as if he could tear everything apart in the next second.
Although she appeared calm on the surface, her heart was in turmoil. If she hadn't figured out who this person was at first, she now understood everything. He refused to see her, but still came to see her wearing a mask. Unfortunately, she had waited too long and didn't want to wait any longer.
Song Weiwei said cruel words, but she was afraid in her heart. She was afraid that he would say yes and also afraid that he would say no, so she just half-raised her hand in the air.
After a long while, the man finally took the handkerchief and tied it to Song Weiwei's hand: "Since my lady has decided to wait for someone, you can't go back on your word. Besides, I don't know the person you mentioned. I won't agree to this matter."
In just one sentence, it seemed that thousands of black shadows flashed in front of him, and the person opposite him disappeared. Looking at the handkerchief in Song Weiwei's hand, he could only smile helplessly: When did Yu Huaijin become such a rogue.
(End of this chapter)
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