Sheng Shian

Later, he made his fortune with spices, and weaved a lot of touching stories about his incense, all of which were sold out of stock, and became a wealthy Meng pilgrim.

One of the most famous stories is Yuan Meng.

But the strange thing is that Meng Xiangke has never sold the incense "Yuanmeng".

The more confused you are, the more fascinating you will be.

Everyone gradually took the story of "Yuanmeng" as the truth, and the story told was mysterious and mysterious, and they thought that some fairy in the painting was born and brought a beautiful dream, and then they walked away.There was only an infatuated person left, who went to the poor and fell to the underworld. He searched for decades but failed. In the end, his obsession became a piece of fragrant soul, which passed between the person's eyebrows, and disappeared without a trace.

This is a fragrance that cannot be found.

It cannot be copied, but it will be passed on forever.

For a time, it was hard to find a gram of Meng Xiang's daughter.

Meng Yang made a comeback with his fame, and cleaned up the scumbags who betrayed him in the past. Not only did he get back his old business, but he also opened up contacts in the aristocratic family through noble and elegant skills such as incense making.

He was finally more than just a money-smelling businessman.

But he no longer loves money.

He felt the days were long, regrettable and uninteresting.

He met more and more people, and it turned out that the hairpin nobles were just as vulgar as the mountain peasants, even Xu Qingjun couldn't compare.

He never met another person who would treat him like a child.

Yu Shuyuan and Xu Qingjun produced another plum vase with blue and white broken branches and peach pattern, which was finally auctioned by him at a sky-high price.

"Is Boss Meng still anonymous?"

"Ah."

He tried every means to find Yu Shuyuan's whereabouts, but there was no news.

If he hadn't seen these two people with his own eyes, he might have thought it was a nonsense fabricated for the purpose of reselling the works.

Didn't Yu Shuyuan say goodbye by fate?

fraud.

Now he is taller than Xu Qingjun, he is much more famous than Xu Qingjun in terms of talent, and his arty demeanor is even worse than that of the Minister of Rites Chang Yu.

Where is Yu Shuyuan?

Every day that passes, Meng Yang realizes more clearly than the day before that this person will no longer exist in his life.

"Master, Yu Shuyuan has come to Xiashan Mountain."

This is the first time in three years that I have received definite news from Yu Shuyuan.

Meng Yang stood up in shock, and he walked out in a hurry. When he reached the threshold, one of his feet was hanging above it, and he didn't fall down for a long time.

He suddenly returned to the starry night three years ago.

"Child, the peace talisman I prayed for you in the temple just now, keep it."

"I hope sister Yu and brother Xu are doing well."

"Never see me."

He didn't have a peace talisman in his hand, but for some reason he always felt the Sanskrit mantra pressing down on him.

He withdrew his foot, turned his back and walked inside, he said: "Remove everyone."

Meng Yang didn't expect that he would one day be a gentleman in his lifetime.

Jianghu Express, Yu Shuyuan and Xu Qingjun are going to hold a wedding banquet, and there is no shame in the old couple who still do this.

Meng Yang smashed the porcelain all night.

Then went beyond the Great Wall.

But the frontier fortress was full of wars, and there was no wind and grass to see the heroic and unrestrained cattle and sheep, only the tragedy of wailing everywhere. When Meng Yang returned to Xiashan, he felt more tired than the days when he was a little maid by Yu Shuyuan's side.

It should be married.

Meng Yang took a long-lost Yuanmeng Pillow flower petal bath to comfort him. After this battle, Meng Yang felt that he could not treat himself badly anymore. He could enjoy himself while he was alive, and maybe one day he would be gone.

He walked to the empty pottery room, everything was as dead as yesterday.

Is it hard to make money?Isn't beauty fragrant?Meng Yang has too many choices.

"Go to Qingyuanchun and call Qingguan Huakui here."

……

"Get out."

Meng Yang became angry.

He was actually not angry with these Yingyingyanyans, he was angry with himself, a worthless thing that died at the hands of a woman.

If it doesn't work in three years, then it will be ten years, if it won't work in ten years, then it will be 20 years, 30 years, or so in this life, he only loves money.

What kind of thing is Yu Shuyuan?

"Master, just now on the door beam of the lobby, a Luan Shu Feng Jian was sent by a dart..."

The string in Meng Yang's mind broke instantly, and he grabbed it immediately.

On the red batik paper, there are four big characters "Please tell me a story" written in Wang Xizhi's cursive script.

This is a wedding invitation.

He laughed loudly, his smiling face was deformed, ferocious and painful, the wedding card in his hand was crushed into a ball of waste paper, his fingernails pierced through the red paper and pierced into his flesh, dyeing the red paper even more bright red.

There was a fishy-sweet taste in his throat.

Put such a big address on it, Yu Shuyuan, do you think I'm dead?

Trembling, he took the candle and burned the ball of red paper, the ashes and candle tears were entangled together, and one hot teardrop fell down.

He can't forget...

Meng Yang was powerless to support his forehead with his hands. Those words were burned in his mind like iron lumps scalded with hot oil. They festered and blistered and finally condensed into scars, which would never fade away in a lifetime.

Yu Shuyuan, you invited me today.

Remember, you invited me.

I have already done my best.

Meng Yang couldn't remember how he locked up Xu Qingjun that day, pretended to be the bridegroom's hall, and how he used Xu Qingjun's life to force her to commit himself to him. He only remembered regretting it.

He regretted that the moment Yu Shuyuan untied his belt, he gave Yu Shuyuan the knife, and hissed at her like a dark, wet poisonous snake, spitting out bright red and slender snake letters, "Do you hate me? Then do it."

He thought that he had passed a night of extreme satiety.

When he woke up, he saw the neat knife marks on Yu Shuyuan's wrist and the blood on half of the bed.

Yu Shuyuan said coldly: "If you don't want to die, it's okay to cut off your hands."

That knife didn't penetrate his heart, but it was better than piercing his heart.

He knew that Yu Shuyuan was a very scheming woman, and she destroyed his most perfect memory without any effort.

Thoroughly.

Whenever he thinks about it, Meng Yang can feel the pain of Ling Chi.

The pity for those peerless hands, the cruel hatred for Yu Shuyuan.

Do you feel that if you have failed Xu Qingjun, you are not worthy of painting?What a fairy couple.

Meng Yang applied the medicine to her hand very gently, but her eyes were red and bloodshot.

It's okay, I can't understand what you drew anyway.

I do not care.

I do not care!

Dou Da's tears fell silently on Yu Shuyuan's wrist, blooming red marks on the white gauze, like plum blossoms.

It's a blend of tears and blood.

It hurts.

The scent of Yuanmeng pillow would make him ache.

From that moment on, everything about Yu Shuyuan hurts.

Every step closer was like walking barefoot in a brazier, but he had only one way, either to the end, or to ashes in the middle.

He cut off the beginning and cut off the end of Tong Shen's talk, and there was no trace of Xu Qingjun's deletion. It was all those happy, moving, and peaceful times.

One cup of tea is cold, another cup, and the boiling water is replaced by one pot, and another pot.

Even the anti-fetal drug Meng Yang said he forgot.

He is like a lonely soul haunted by the past, day after day, year after year, he lingers on the sweetness in his obsession.

After searching Dali Temple, Shen Shi left.

Yu Shuyuan and Meng Yang were left in the elegant room.

Meng Yang was suddenly very quiet. He was in a daze for two hours by himself, but his hands were still relaxing Yu Shuyuan's wrist.

Talking about the past, Yu Shuyuan was also dazed. She really regarded Meng Yang as her younger brother. Those joys and emotions were not fake. That young man with a timid face and timid mouth was once her relative.

Now it has fallen to such a point.

"Meng Yang." Yu Shuyuan said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"You don't like me." She said firmly.

Meng Yang didn't understand, so he turned his head stiffly. He thought for a while, and then expressed doubts out of the situation from his throat.

"is it?"

Yu Shuyuan turned on the censer, put a piece of Yuanmeng pillow on it, and the smoke wafted up. She realized an even more absurd thing. What if all this should not have happened?

There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, "I'm the only one who treats you well."

Meng Yang raised his eyes, and nodded after a while.

"You are greedy for the care and warmth I gave you in the past, Meng Yang, you are so ridiculous. Even if it wasn't you that day, I would save him, treat him well, and..."

"Will you also ask for a peace talisman for him?" Meng Yang asked.

"meeting."

Meng Yang let go of Yu Shuyuan's hand.

He felt like a hedgehog whose barbs had been pulled out, turned into a pool of soft pink flesh curled up in a corner, fragile and ugly, and would be riddled with holes if poked casually.

"That's good." Meng Yang rubbed a piece of skin under Yu Shuyuan's eyes with his fingertips, he leaned forward, bit the tip of her ear, and said coolly in the most vicious tone: "I don't like you .”

Yu Shuyuan clung tightly to the hem of her clothes, making unsightly wrinkles. This was the answer she expected, but when it came out of Meng Yang's mouth, she subconsciously tightened her heart, and then suddenly became angry, as if she had been slapped by someone. The crowd slapped everyone in the face.

She said: "I have never regretted it in my life, the only exception is that I saved you."

Meng Yang's eyes darkened, and his eyes showed bloodthirsty madness. His hands tore off Yu Shuyuan's belt, and penetrated into the silky fabric.

"Even so, you can only be my wife for the rest of your life."

Yu Shuyuan shed tears, but she was silent and wept numbly.

Meng Yang's kiss became softer and softer. He was always like this, the angrier he was, the sadder he was, and his movements were so gentle that he would drown.

He kissed every tear.

Yu Shuyuan's pain made him happy, and it was an emotion that belonged entirely to him.

Meng Yang clung to her frail body like a poisonous snake, and every inch of skin that he walked over was traced with coldness and dampness. He suddenly stopped on Yu Shuyuan's lower abdomen, and gently bit her through the white gauze.

Then he sighed and pulled away.

"I don't like you, and you don't like me either, maybe they are a perfect match."

Meng Yang covered her with his robe and left with a smile.

That looks really crazy.

Yu Shuyuan has no heart.

Meng Yang didn't expect that the things between them could be summed up in one sentence, which is quite funny.

Yu Shuyuan really thinks highly of him. If a self-interested businessman like him had a choice, would he rush up like a cheap man and be humiliated?

Meng Yang couldn't help laughing again, his sad stomach convulsed one after another, he is the richest man in the capital, young and promising, and his appearance is also top-notch, yet no one really treats him well?

Meng Yang's soft flesh was covered with wounds from Yu Shuyuan's pokes, but he still hadn't learned to dodge. Even when a dog was beaten, he knew how to detour three feet, but he could only slam his head against the south wall to death.

"If he could choose, he would rather never meet Yu Shuyuan."

Don't receive that peace talisman and be tied up for a lifetime.

It was just something she could casually give to a stranger.