Chapter 1091 (1/2)

In the glittering water spray, Qu minqiu is like a delicate Mermaid, with a silver bell like laugh that almost never stops, as if to melt the layers of clouds in the sky.

The four little maids are also extremely happy. Although they dare not fully release their own happiness like Qu minqiu, their pretty smile is always on their faces.

Looking at the white and ethereal, but extremely real and clear faces in the water, Li Yuanqing's mood is also indescribable pleasure.

Sometimes, life is so simple.

However, for a long time before, he paid too much attention to gain and loss, and instead, he lost his original heart to the clouds.

The summer heat stroke is almost smooth, and Li's cigar is still on the side of the hot water pool.

Qu minqiu was also a little tired at this time. Shi shilanjiao swam to Li Yuanqing with a smile. Her white hands were like lanolin and white jade. She stroked her long wet hair with a smile and said, ”Yuanqing, why don't you swim? What are you thinking? ”

With a smile, Li Yuanqing held Qu minqiu in his arms, and waved to the four little maidens to follow him. He went to the big stone to warm himself and said with a smile, ”minqiu, I suddenly think of a song.”

”Song? What song? ”

Qu minqiu couldn't help giggling: ”Yuanqing, I never knew you could sing.”

Li Yuanqing smiles: ”I didn't sing before because I didn't have the capital to sing and didn't have so much time to relax. But now ~ ~ ”

Li Yuanqing smiles and kisses Qu minqiu's cool face, ”minqiu, listen to me.”

With that, Li Yuanqing cleared his throat. His voice was a little hoarse, but he sang freely: ”if I didn't meet you, where would I be? How are you doing? Should life be cherished? Maybe meet someone... ”

At the beginning of singing, Li Yuanqing was still a little astringent, but with the singing, he completely let go of his heart, and performed this little love song in the most primitive, craziest and most sincere way.

At the beginning, Qu minqiu still had a sweet smile on his pretty face. But after listening to Li Yuanqing's first singing and performing the second time with a more intense and more violent and hoarse voice, Qu minqiu's small hands could not help but grasp Li Yuanqing's big hand tightly. The right long fingernails have been deeply trapped in Li Yuanqing's flesh.

Originally bright big eyes, murmuring tears, just like a broken line of bead curtain, can not stop, drop by drop, slowly converge into a small stream, can not stop to drip outside.

”If I didn't meet you, where would I be? How are you doing? Do you want to cherish life... ”

Although Li Yuanqing's singing is rough and violent, full of violent evil spirit, but at this time, Qu minqiu has already understood the meaning of the song, as if with Li Yuanqing's singing, back to the distant past

That year, she was only 15 years old, just like a delicate and bright little flower, has been growing in the high wall mansion of Shanxi hometown.

Suddenly one day, her aunt said to her that she had been ordered a marriage.

A man should marry a woman.

This was also human nature. Although Qu minqiu was young at that time, he already had a girl's mind. He dreamed that he could marry a good husband in the future and change the cage in his family.

When she got the news at the first time, she was very happy. She naively thought that she had found her conscience and wanted to find a good home for her.

Because ~, her fiance, is a famous talented person in Liao area.

From receiving this news to getting married for more than half a year, Qu minqiu's heart completely set her ideal of a girl free.

She has countless fantasies about how to live in the future, what kind of house to live in, what kind of bed to sleep in, what kind of flowers to plant and what kind of paintings to draw.

She must protect herself and make herself strong. She must never let her son and daughter, like her, suffer from the loss of her mother since childhood.

But ~, dream ~ ~ ~, after all, can only be a dream.

Whether you are a Chinese dream, an American dream, or an African dream, in the end, it can only be a dream

It was not until the bridegroom of Guangning's Zhangjia family came to her home that she was about to be carried into a sedan chair. Qu minqiu heard from the slaves who raised the sedan chair. The talented young master of their family had an accident on his way home as early as half a year ago. He was almost half dead and was bedridden all the time. At this time, he was afraid that the time limit was approaching.

Even if she got on the sedan chair, the servants still murmured: ”pity the beautiful little girl of the Qu family, ma'am.”

Until then, Qu minqiu realized that her fiance had never come to Shanxi.

She had been naive to think that the reason why the young master of Zhangjia proposed to her was because he admired her beauty and talent. But at this time, she really understood that she was just a poor, humble and worthless ”happy head”.It's just to give the young master joy!

After that, she was escorted into the carriage and traveled thousands of miles to Guangning

During the period after her marriage, Qu minqiu hardly knew how she came to live.

Who can imagine that a 15-year-old girl who has not been married for a few days will live with a big coffin every day. She will be stabbed on the back every day, saying that she is a coquette and a fox. It seems that she will add the most vicious language and the most vicious curse to her.

But Is this really her fault?