Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

With a bosom friend, life suddenly becomes easier, and Ying Wumei and Shui Wuya are always seen together in the chrysanthemum garden. Shui Wuya has to admit that Ying Wumei is indeed a good friend , Knowing astronomy at the top, geography at the bottom, whether it is humanistic customs or folk allusions, they are equally comfortable when they are together or drinking tea, playing the piano, dancing swords, and talking about poetry. His unhappiness and dullness were swept away, and his whole being became clearer.

"Wumei...Wumei, look, this is the "On Poems" I just found, is this the book you mentioned a few days ago?" Shui Wuya happily held a Shu walked towards the gray-clothed figure sitting on the rattan chair under the big tree outside the study.

"What?" Ying Wumei raised her head, seeing the cheerful look of the visitor, she couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.

"This..." Shui Wuya handed over a somewhat damp and yellowed kraft paper book, "It seems to have been left out for a long time, and judging by the quality of the paper, it doesn't seem to be printed with ink, it looks like It's a manuscript." He pointed to some of the text that had been stained with moisture between the lines.

"Yes, it's a manuscript." Ying Wumei took the book, closing her eyes to hide the fleeting excitement.

"Why did you suddenly become interested in this book?" Shui Wuya sat down next to him, and flipped through the books piled up on the stone table, "I usually look for some rare classics to read, what's the matter this time?" Suddenly such a common book of poetry came?" asked with a smile, he just approached him so naturally, for some reason, he always felt more like a child in front of Wumei, the gentle and peaceful atmosphere naturally exuded by Wumei , is always reassuring to rely on.

"This...is the authentic work of Ling Luomei." While speaking, she felt the person leaning against her visibly stiffen, Ying Wumei lowered her eyebrows to cover the strangeness that flashed past her eyes.

"Really?" He wanted to smile naturally, but the corners of his lips were full of bitterness.

"Wumei, I... Do I really resemble Lingluomei?" He hesitated for a moment, but still asked the doubt hidden in his heart.

"It's very similar." Ying Wumei nodded honestly, "It can be said that if you are of the same age, you can almost be said to be exactly the same as Lingluomei."

"Really?" Shui Wuya lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was worry or joy.

"Actually, you don't need to be obsessed with whether you are similar to Lingluomei." Ying Wumei said suddenly, making Shui Wuya look at him in astonishment.

"What do you mean by that?"

Seeing his confused frown, Ying Wumei said, "Wu Ya is Wu Ya. You have been a well-known doctor in Jianghu for ten years. As for who you were before, what does it matter? Forget about the past, maybe this is God's will in the dark, let you put aside the past and become Shui Wuya, even so, you should cherish God's mercy and make Shui Wuya's life more complete and rich, right?"

"Shui Wuya's life?" Shui Wuya murmured these words.

Ying Wumei's words struck his foggy heart like a shocking lightning strike. Ever since he entered the Qidiao Mansion, he seemed to be trapped in a cage with thick fog. It disappeared, and what was replaced was just a weak man who was suffering and fascinated by love.

This wasn't his nature at all, it wasn't the Shui Wuya who has been unrestrained in the rivers and lakes for the past ten years, he... how come he forgot?

"That's right, I am Shui Wuya." Suddenly, he felt enlightened, and the fog that had plagued his heart for many days dissipated immediately, Shui Wuya couldn't help but smile.

Even if you fall in love with each other, you must own yourself. He is Shui Wuya, a famous doctor in the Jianghu.For Qi Diaoming, even if it is a deep love, he still loves and loves with Shui Wuya.No matter how similar they are, Lingluomei from back then has died and the dust has settled. If you suffer for the dead, you are not asking for trouble.

Seeing his sudden realization, Ying Wumei smiled faintly.

"Actually..." As if thinking of something, Shui Wuya lowered his head and smiled humbly, "A few days ago I heard that Ling Luomei's son would come out of the Forbidden Garden today, I originally planned to visit him, Thinking that even if it was fake, the child could still see his father's face, and then thought of Ming, and pitied himself for volunteering to be a substitute, hesitating in his heart.

But hearing what you said today, my heart is clearer.Trapping myself in the shadow of Ling Luomei, I am afraid that I will lose myself in this life, I care whether I am a substitute, and I always care about this face..." Suddenly, Shui Wuya's smiling face froze, She looked past Ying Wumei and looked not far behind him.

Seemingly aware of the reason for his change, Ying Wumei had a cold expression for an instant, and she turned back. As expected, she saw Qi Diaoming leaning against a big tree not far away with her arms folded, staring at them with dark and deep eyes.

With a cold face, Ying Wumei put down the book and went out of the chrysanthemum garden.

"Don't get close to Luomei." When passing by, the lacquer carving with a gloomy face warned in a deep voice.

"Luomei?" Ying Wumei sneered coldly, using a volume that only the two of them could hear, "Is he?"

"What do you think?" Qi Diaoming raised his eyebrows, meeting his condensed gaze.

"Hehe..." Laughing suddenly, Ying Wumei looked at him mockingly, completely ignoring the puzzled eyes of the two people beside her.

At the same time, outside the gate of Juyuan, a servant hurried in.

When passing by Ying Wumei's side, he saluted slightly, and he came to Qi Diaoming's side.

"Master, it's time for the young master to leave the Forbidden Garden."

"I see." Qi Diaoming waved his hand to signal him to step back.

"Let's go together." Ignoring the still cold person, Qi Diaoming turned around and walked to Shui Wuya and stretched out his hand.

"Uh..." He froze for a moment.

"Don't you want to see Lun'er?" He meant that he had heard what he just said.

Sighing almost silently, Shui Wuya smiled lightly, put his hand in his warm palm and let him hold it tightly.

When he was led past Wumei, he nodded humbly, and only left with peace of mind when he saw his eyes beckoning him to go first, leaving the faint figure of his descendants alone in the autumn wind...

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