Chongmen Huan felt like his head had exploded all of a sudden.
This sentence was all too familiar in her memory.
I don't know how many years ago, time was already a little blurry in her mind, and what she remembered most clearly was the back that flew like fire.
The young man was flamboyant and enthusiastic, and his unruly eyebrows and eyes gradually became clear in her memory.
That is a noble son who is loved by thousands of people, inevitably perverse and arrogant, too proud, and never forgiving people under his poisonous tongue.
He has always been decisive and domineering in doing things.
Like a fire, it is scorching in this thin and cool world, with extremely tenacious vitality.
He is arrogant and domineering, unruly, but she knows that his heart is extremely weak, and under his arrogant and flying appearance, there is a kind heart.
In her memory, the last time she saw him was in the winter of one year.
The snow fell strangely heavy that year, and the entire imperial capital was covered with heavy snow, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the entire imperial city was covered in silver.
The young man was still dressed in red, carrying his bags to say goodbye to her, and the dazzling smile in the past turned into a faint melancholy.
He was a head taller than her, reached over and touched her hair, and rarely heard the soft words not to raise the bar with her, and said softly: "Qiqi, I'm leaving!"
” He said go, and he did.
Once gone, there was no trace.
She didn't know where he had gone, but she had heard him say that her father didn't know what was crazy, and he had to go to live with relatives in the countryside for a while.
He is an arrogant and perverse son-in-law.
He has always been clothed and stretched out to open his mouth, and he resisted the poor life in the countryside.
But his father was determined to let him go, and under the useless struggle, he could only leave.
She stood in the snow and watched as the young man dressed in bright red stepped on the thick snow one by one, leaving a long row of footprints.
The snow gradually overwhelmed his figure.
The young man walked into the wind and snow and did not look back.
He is a fire, she always feels that no matter how heavy the wind and snow, he can't extinguish him, he will always be so dazzling, he is the first noble son of the imperial capital.
Only later, she never saw it again.
Not long after he left, she heard from Yan Yue on Yin Yang Mountain that the Shen family, a first-class physiognomy master, had fornicated with the empire and was beheaded by all over the house, and none of them were spared.
The emperor ordered the Shen family to be pursued and captured in a farmhouse in the countryside.
Killed on the spot.
When the news reached her ears, it was more than a month later.
For the first time in her life, she cried terribly.
The master persuaded her: "This is the way things happen in this world, people come and go, all on the same fate, some people have no chance to see each other again, bento yes, he has cut off his fate with you." ” She always remembered it.
Roughly speaking, there is no fate.
Only when I dream back at midnight, I will remember that there is a teenager who likes to raise the bar with her, likes to quarrel with her, likes to bully her, and speaks cheaply and poisonously.
As soon as she cried, he immediately disarmed and surrendered.
Later, she always wondered, what does such a passionate and flying teenager look like in this world in the end?
How could a man so proud of him tolerate being trampled under his feet and his robe stained with blood!
The unruly and wild boy with no one in his eyes.
He is Shen Changan!