Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Mrs. Wang's chest felt sore and tears burst into her eyes. But I saw the person in front of me, wearing a purple robe and a flower belt. Although he was not very old, the wrinkles on his face were vaguely visible, and a few hairs were faintly visible among the black hair on his head. However, in his fair hair and pale face, the demeanor of that handsome young man from Dali Kingdom could clearly be seen.

Through the hazy tears, the past events emerged in my mind one by one like auspicious light. In an instant, time and space changed, and the watery Jiangnan suddenly turned into Dali, which is like spring all year round, and the bricks, tiles, plants and trees in front of me also transformed into the Wuliang Mountain that was filled with camellias for more than ten years.

With the flick of a finger, beauty grows old in an instant.

Mrs. Wang's temper was as fierce as fire, and her thoughts were ups and downs. The lover she longed for was right in front of her, making her heart surge and her heart fluctuate. She subconsciously took two steps forward, and then seemed to realize something, and shouted: "Duan Duan. You .Hello!"

"So you two are old friends? I don't need to introduce you. In that case, I'll go find Yu Yan. Please ask my aunt to entertain this distinguished guest from Dali for a while."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Murong Fu knew that he should leave. If he stood here any longer, he would be in the way. He was not the kind of reckless man who didn't understand the charm.

"Okay, very good. Reinstatement. You can go down first. Yu Yan is practicing martial arts in the back garden. You can go find her. I will chat with Mr. Duan here for a while."

Mrs. Wang was both happy and shy at the same time. She was nearly forty years old, but at this moment she showed a trace of the coquettishness of a young girl who was just beginning to have a love interest. She looked embarrassed, as if someone had discovered her first love. She was deeply afraid that Murong Fu would see the clues, so she tried her best to hide it, but her demeanor at this time had already exposed everything. Even a blind person could tell that there must be a problem between the two. That is why Murong Fu, a professional player who maximizes his self-cultivation as an actor, can turn a blind eye and remain calm.

Murong Fu silently mourned for a moment of silence in his heart for his cheap uncle whom he had never met before. Presumably, this elder's grave must have green grass and towering trees at this time. However, he was not a pretentious person. After a while, he put all this matter behind him, got up and walked to the back garden, leaving room for the old lovers, who had not seen each other for more than ten years, to express themselves in order to escape quickly. In this embarrassing situation, Qinggong was used.

Although Duan Zhengchun is not professional in his feelings, he treats every lover sincerely. Even if you lose your life for it, you won't hesitate. Previously in Xiaojing Lake, in order not to lose face in front of Ruan Xingzhu, he insisted on fighting Duan Yanqing alone even though he knew he was losing. When I saw Mrs. Wang in front of me, all the bad things she had done in the past had long since melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and all I could think about was the tenderness and sweetness of the past.

Before, Murong Fu was at the side and it was inconvenient to talk. Now that Murong Fu left, he could no longer hold back the emotions in his heart. He took three steps at a time and came to Li Qingluo. He grasped the beauty's catkins and looked at her affectionately. He looked at her with endless longing in his eyes: "A'luo, A'luo, how have you been in these years?"

Having been a widow for many years, a look of sorrow and anger appeared in this affectionate look, and she had long since passed away with the wind after a few calls. Instead, there is endless softness and endless affection.

With tears streaming down her face, Mrs. Wang reached out a hand to brush her old lover's cheek: "Mr. Duan, you are old."

This ordinary greeting is worth thousands of words. It is heavier and more affectionate than any words packed with rhetoric, snow, moon, wind and flowers.

What Duan Zhengchun saw along the way was the blooming camellias and the dense fragrance of flowers, which he had long thought about. The arrangement of those camellias is exactly the same as the garden Li Qingluo had when they stayed and flew together in Dali.

"It turns out that you always remember it." Duan Zhengchun choked.

"Remember, I haven't forgotten a moment for more than ten years." Mrs. Wang whispered.

The next moment, Mrs. Wang seemed to have thought of something. She took out the hand held by Duan Zhengchun, flicked her sleeve, and said angrily: "Humph, you remember, you just remember! Have you ever had a moment in the past ten years? Have you ever thought about me? You have your Zhennan Princess, and countless foxy girls are having fun outside, and you have long forgotten about me, who is as good as a pupil or a willow. We are orphans and widowed mothers. We don’t have to worry about Zhennan King, so please leave. Bar!"

As he spoke, he turned his back and hid his bare hands in his sleeves, trembling slightly.

Duan Zhengchun just wanted to express his true feelings, but the next moment he realized that there was something wrong in Mrs. Wang's words, and he was shocked and said: "A Luo, you mean..."

Mrs. Wang turned around and stared angrily at the betrayer in front of her. The look in her eyes clearly confirmed Duan Zhengchun's suspicion.

"That's it, that's it!"

Duan Zhengchun said: "I saw the girl next to Murong Fu in the Deaf and Mute Valley that day and became suspicious. It turns out that she is indeed A Luo's daughter! This is true."

He paused, then seemed to realize something, and looked at Mrs. Wang with questioning eyes. Under the gaze of her lover, Mrs. Wang Xiafei nodded slowly with her cheeks.

Although this pair of old lovers have been separated for many years, their past affection has not faded at all. Many things can be understood with just one look. After all, the distance between the two was once so close that it could not be any closer.

"Yu Yan, Yu Yan, what a good name. Has this child ever been married to someone else?" Duan Zhengchun asked. "Wait a minute, could it be that the daughter of the Wang family that Murong Fu said is me, Yu Yanhai'er?"

Mrs. Wang said: "Yuyan, a child, has been rubbing shoulders with her cousin since she was a child, so it is natural for her to fall in love with her cousin. Although I have tried to persuade her, the child just didn't listen, so I left her alone."

Suddenly, Mrs. Wang seemed to realize that there was something wrong in Duan Zhengchun's words. Out of a woman's keen intuition, Mrs. Wang asked doubtfully: "That's not right, Mr. Duan, why did he mention Yu Yan to you when he was reinstated?"

In fact, Duan Zhengchun only needed to tell a lie to get through at this time, but he knew that one lie required countless lies to make up for it. In addition, he had not reunited with Mrs. Wang for a long time, so how could he bear to lie to her?

So he hesitated for a long time, and then said carefully: "I wanted to betroth one of my daughters to him, but he refused. He said that he already has a sweetheart."

When Mrs. Wang heard Duan Zhengchun mentioning his daughter, she knew that the daughter must be the daughter of him and another woman. She felt angry and unhappy. She heard that Murong Fu rejected Duan Zhengchun's kindness and only loved his own girl. I felt a little better.

Then he snorted coldly: "Huh? I didn't expect that woman Dao Baifeng also gave birth to a daughter for you? But I don't know what it looks like?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled awkwardly and muttered: "She is not Phoenix's daughter."

"Not Dao Baifeng's daughter?" Mrs. Wang said in shock, then realized the truth of the matter and said angrily: "Then was it your philandering and the vixen who gave birth to her?"