Chapter 128 (2/2)
”Isn't there a general?” He rubbed her neck, showing a strong attachment, ”I am a loving father, the general is a strict mother, if Liancheng can not suppress, the general to save the field.”
”You are so cunning that the children are afraid of me, so that they can seek comfort from you?” Lin Lang pinched his nose and spoiled his face.
”Isn't that good? Only Liancheng can get close to the general. ”
”Even the vinegar of my own children. Am I married to a vinegar jar?”
”The general felt regret?”
”Well, I regret it.”
Lin Lang rubbed his cheek and wiped away his sweat. ”What I regret is that I didn't meet you earlier. In the 16 years after you were born, the best year, I couldn't witness your growth.”
”Sorry, it took so long to find you.”
Xie Liancheng's face climbed up a bit shy, eyes flowing with intoxicating feelings.
”It doesn't matter. We'll be together in the future.”
Lin Lang kisses him again and begins a new round of intimacy.
”Dong, Dong --”
the box shakes slightly and listens to the dull sound of impact.
If it's normal, it's easy to hear this level of sound.
However, for the lingering lovers, how can ”find” this is not right?
”Woo --”
the low whine is like the wind through the alley at night, mixed with the desperate cry of some creatures.
The noise is getting louder and louder.
Lin Lang stopped the action, ”Liancheng, do you hear the sound?”
”Here comes the general.” He shook his head helplessly, ”you said that before. Liancheng thought there was something hidden here, so he asked the servant to check it after cleaning, and found nothing. ”
”Not so much as this...”
He took a breath, his eyes did not mean, ”in fact, the general can't do it? Will always use this excuse to prevaricate Liancheng Wu... ”
His lips are blocked again.
Questioning a woman's ability often costs a lot.
The belly black husband and wife file unanimously ignored the sound of the box below.
The sound of the impact gradually faded.
Ear is a red heart beating small whispers, but Wenting did not have the anger at the beginning, leaving only infinite sadness. As the prisoner's time grew longer, his breath and heartbeat became slow, and his eyes did not have the strength to blink.
He was numb to the love talk outside.
Once upon a time, she said the same to him.
”What's the matter with you? The ink is on your face? It's ugly. ”
”Yes, I'm sorry, Lord.”
”Don't lose your face, Ben.”
”Lord...”
He looked like he was about to cry and looked at him at a loss.
She chuckled and wiped the ink on his face.
”Little fool, just for fun.”
”You'd better be my husband. It's OK to be stupid.”
At that time, the speaker was careless, but the listener was stupid and serious.
In fact, he is smarter than a knife. He is not so clever. He is in vain.
Wenting moved his stiff neck and turned his face to the other side. His vision was blurred and he could see something dark not far away.
It was amber given to him by the Lord.
It's good that she still remembers his birthday.
In a long time ago, he knew that Wang Ye had become another person. In order to let her stay, he deliberately lied about his birth date and his life experience, so that she could pity him.
She didn't know that he was careful. Instead, she asked him what he had made.
Up to now, he still clearly remembers the scene and all the expressions on her face.After tonight, he will be an adult of twenty.
In the state of Chu, only a man with twenty weak crown means ”formal adult”. He is an independent individual recognized by the government. He can choose to become an official in the dynasty, or he can choose to set up his own door and walk in the world in his own way within his ability.
An adult should look like an adult. Wenting has thought about his adult appearance for countless times: mature, rational and calm. Even if the sky falls, he will not change his face.
He will not cry for a long time because of a small matter like a child.
He will become so powerful that no one dares to bully him.
No more crying.
That's what he thinks all the time.
I think so.
However, tears are not obedient, salty, soaked in the corners of the mouth.
Later, Wenting found a perfect excuse for his weak tears.
It doesn't matter. He'll always be nineteen.
For children, tears are their exclusive right.
It's a child anyway. He doesn't have to be afraid of being laughed at.
Like a child who couldn't get candy cake, Wenting cried out of breath.
He didn't know what he was crying about.
Finally, in the narrow, cold box, he stopped breathing.
He was twenty years old, and he didn't arrive.