C36 (1/2)

Qing Jue felt a headache coming on, he didn't know why, he just came out to drink, why did this street always remind him of Ah Jun!

For example, the stall to his right was a mud seller. He was obviously a man, and the boss kept yelling at him to buy one.

Just as he was about to kick down that person's stall, he suddenly saw a pair of clay dolls on the stall.

Why were they so similar to him and Ah Jun?

Looking at Qing Jue's silly eyes, the boss warmly greeted him: ”Young master, buy this couple. Look how beautiful they are, if you give them to your lover, I will take care of the girl who is smiling! Hehe … Buy it! Buy it! ”

He took out a silver ingot and threw it to the boss without even looking at its size. The owner was grinning from ear to ear as he wrapped the clay doll with paper and handed it over to the owner respectfully.

He didn't wait for Qing Jue to turn around; instead, he used his teeth to bite the silver, and then his face turned into a blossoming smile.

The people on the surrounding stalls saw how heroic Qing Jue was. They gave him a pair of clay dolls for a tael of silver and all of their eyes were red with envy. They fought over the items and shouted in an attempt to attract his attention.

He threw away the wine pot that was almost finished and was about to reach the end.

He took the clay doll, looked at the candied flakes in his hand, and turned around in disappointment.

As he aimlessly walked, he slowly put the candied fruits into his mouth.

”Huh?!” Shouldn't candied fruits be sweet to the point of being greasy? Why was the string of candied fruits in his hand bitter?

Oh, it shouldn't be the candied flakes and the bitter taste in his mouth, as he already couldn't remember how long he had been eating for! His mouth was filled with bitterness!

Teng Jue thought to himself.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a young woman singing softly.

Jian Jia was pale, and the white dew was frost.

The so-called ”Yi” was on the side of the water.

From there, the path was blocked and long.

Travelling from here, in the middle of the water.

Jianjia Xinghe, white dew not Xi.

So-called lover, in the water of the plum.

From there, the path obstructs and rises.

From there, they would swim in the water.

Jian Jia harvested, the dew is not there.

The so-called ”Yi”, in the water.

The path was blocked and the right side was blocked.

Go back to where you came from, into the water.

The melodious melody caused Qing Jue to be unable to step forward. At some point, his eyes had already turned moist.

This ”Jian Jia” was his favorite chant for his Ah Jun when he was in a good mood.

She did not know once that she had once said that she loved the male protagonist of this poem the most. Even though her hopes were slim, she still did not give up for the sake of her beloved lover, never giving up!

That's right! Like the men in the poems, she was obsessed with love, crazy about love, and desperate for love.

In her heart, she clearly loved her to the point where she couldn't control herself, but she could only watch helplessly as she let go of her noble figure for another man.

Every time he saw her submissively fawning on a man who didn't even love her, his heart would always be bleeding.

However, that lucky man didn't care about her love at all.

But she still refused to give up. She tried to get close to him.

Even though she knew he didn't love her, she still ignored the objections of everyone and stubbornly chose to marry him after he died. She guarded his spirit for three years and even died for him!