Huaijiao MTL

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☆ 52. Chapter 51
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Chapter 51

The shopkeeper saw Xue Li sitting down and noticed the presence of Wei Jie. First he was shocked by his appearance and noble demeanor, and then realized that he had probably said the wrong thing and was embarrassed. He didn't dare to say anything, for fear that the noble man would be in a bad mood and his stall would be overturned.

Xue Li didn't dare to look at Wei Jie, but she felt eyes falling on her. She was on pins and needles for a while, and then he hesitated for a while: "I've... been with him before."

Wei Jie calmly said "hmm", It counts as a response, and people can't hear the joy or anger in it.

Two steaming bowls of sweet wine soup were brought to the table. The white wine was garnished with some red beans. In order to cover up his embarrassment, Xue Li took a bite immediately. His face changed due to the burning, and he resisted spitting it out. I can’t remember what the sweet soup tasted like, all I could feel was that it was hot.

Wei Jie doesn't like sweets at all, so it's extremely difficult for him to sit here. Xue Li has no intention of forcing him to eat. In order to accompany her, Wei Jie took a sip even though he hesitated in his heart, and then put it down and stopped touching it.

He didn't understand what fun there was in this kind of thing. Sweet wine soup was not a rare thing. There were countless delicacies and wines in the house, so making a bowl of sweet wine soup was no problem. But Liang Yan and Xue Li would still smile and not feel bored at all when doing such boring things together.

He used to think that Liang Yan and Xue Li spent most of their time wasting their time together, but now he realizes the fun of it. Human life is short, and only he knows whether it is worth it. He hopes that everything in Xue Li's life will be closely connected to him, and so will he. Even in the morning dew, he hopes to be with her all the time and turn into dust together after death.

The tip of Xue Li's tongue was numb from the burning, and she still had the appetite to eat. In addition, the store owner's casual mention reminded her of Liang Yan who was far away in Shangjun. No matter how delicious the food was, it tasted like nothing in her mouth.

"Mother Oriole," Wei Jie suddenly called her, and Xue Li turned her head guiltily.

"When you come here in the future, I hope the only person you think of is me." He looked calm and had no intention of arguing with her.

Xue Li nodded hurriedly. "I only remember my cousin in my heart."

She lost her appetite, and as the number of people gradually increased, they were too conspicuous here, so Xue Li pulled him away.

The weather was cold, and beggars in ragged clothes occasionally wailed on the roadside, and the pedestrians all looked in a hurry. After the war, more and more people fled to Luoyang. Now in winter, there are people freezing to death on the roadside every morning, and the patrolling guards will drag their bodies away and bury them.

When the gorgeous carriage and the cart carrying the corpse passed by each other, Xue Li's footsteps froze for a moment.

Wei Jie glanced at it and said calmly: "Let's go."

As if aware of what Xue Li was thinking, he said slowly: "Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work; Yin and Yang are charcoal, and all things are copper. Life is like a mayfly, Living temporarily between heaven and earth, there is nothing to resist being reunited and separated. As long as you are still alive, you cannot escape all kinds of suffering."