Chapter 219 (1/2)

On the Bank of Bibo lake, near the water bank of the lake.

The weeping willow has long faded from the thick green at the end of August. Now it can only hang its bare and jagged branches to the water floating with thin ice.

On the contrary, the familiar Pavilion, the century old tree that has been extracted and exhausted its vitality, does not look much different except for the ice jade covered with snow.

”How comfortable!”

”It's much more comfortable to come out. You don't know. I've been annoyed by those people these days. I follow wherever I go!”

”Yes, it's new year's day soon. I heard that the school will also have a holiday. Are there any arrangements?”

Walking along the Waterfront Road with a plum branch in his hand, Liu Qingcheng looked relaxed and smiled.

The plum branches are folded by Lin Hao. One branch, two branches and three branches are full of blooming Chimonanthus chinensis, cold and fragrant, in full swing.

Lin Hao shook his head, thought about it, nodded and said, ”maybe I'll go to Yunzhou!”

”Yunzhou?” Liu Qingcheng was stunned and quickly reacted. He looked nervously and asked carefully, ”Zhangjia's wedding?”

Zhang Jia can't reach the level of the Liu family. The Liu family has never sent an invitation to Zhang Jia for this dinner.

Even so, with the status of the Liu family today, unless you don't want to know, there are some things you can't hide at all.

In fact, she didn't have to pay attention to it. Someone had a heart to spread the news.

The fundamental reason is the reception at Zijin villa in Yunzhou.

At the reception at that time, Lin Hao clashed with Zhang Jia. Many people saw the identity of Lin Hao and Zhang's illegitimate son at that time.

At that time, not many people cared, but now, with Lin Hao's reputation, he has the potential to take a seat in the south of the Yangtze River and look at China, the situation is very different.

Knowing each other and drawing a clear line with Zhangjia, while secretly paying attention to the movements of Zhangjia, is what many Yunzhou bosses are doing now.

Under such circumstances, it is natural for Liu Qingcheng to learn the news of the wedding of Zhang Jia in Yunzhou.

But she didn't expect that Zhang Jia would send an invitation to Lin Hao after all. That's why she asked.

Lin Hao didn't answer, but he didn't deny it.

Liu Qingcheng didn't beat around the Bush and said with a smile, ”do you want me to go with you?”

She wants to go.

She wanted to see the people in Zhangjia surprised and regretful.

Lin Hao shook his head: ”no!”

The voice was cold, the look was calm, and there seemed to be no resentment.

Liu Qingcheng didn't make a sound, so he looked at him with doubts and exploration in his eyes.

After half a ring, she couldn't resist and asked, ”don't you hate them?”

”Why hate?”

Slightly frowned, thought for a while, Liu Qingcheng asked, ”you don't want them to know you're fine now. Don't you want to see them regret?”

”No!”

He looked calm and had no waves in his heart.

If there is no love, how can you hate?

Since there is no hate, why should people know that they are doing well, and why should they regret it?

In the final analysis, for him, some people and some things have long become the past.

To really let go is to completely forget the Jianghu and meet strangers, not to forget the hatred, nor to deliberate to prove anything.

What Liu Qingcheng said is not unreasonable. If the time goes back ten thousand years, he will not only take her, but also appear as master Lin, stirring up the wind and clouds, so that the whole Zhang family is frightened, trembling and kneeling in front of him to repent.

But over the past 10000 years

”Hate, they don't deserve it!”

”Remember, the reason why a strong man is a strong man lies not in his strong cultivation strength, but in his invincible and open-minded state of mind and in his eyes overlooking the heavens!”

Two sentences are the answer and advice.

That's what Liu Qingcheng vaguely understood. She pondered for a long time. She said with a smile: ”well, since you don't care, I won't follow...”