The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 45 When We Are All Old - Group Portrait

Speaking of which, many things happened later, but the person who has been causing all these results has disappeared.

But it doesn't hurt the ending.

It is also a good thing that everyone has a happy ending. Compared with the miserable endings in the original book, how can it not be called good.

If they find out, they will also be happy in their hearts.

On the sea, Zhang San's boat is as strong as ever.

Now, Chu Liuxiang was lying comfortably on the deck, her white clothes fluttering, and the sea breeze blew through, bringing with it some salty and damp smell.

His jet-black hair fluttered accordingly, his solid arms stretched out in front of him, his slender and strong fingers held a glass of wine, his eyes seemed to be half-closed, with a lazy demeanor, very much like a nobleman.

People are good people.

The boat is a wonderful boat.

This is an exquisite three-masted ship, with white sails, a long and narrow hull, and solid and smooth wood, giving people a sense of stability, speed, and luxury.

It is early summer, the sun is shining, the sea is blue, and the seagulls glide lightly between the masts. Life is colorful and full of youthful joy.

The sea and the sky are vast, and there is only a hazy gray shadow left on the distant horizon. This is his own world, and there will never be any visitors he hates.

So the people on the boat are all his favorite people, and this place is far away from the dangers of the rivers and lakes, and everything feels a little happier.

The lingering sound on the boat curled up, bringing some holiness.

He smiled slightly and was in a happy mood. It's great that everyone he likes is there.

The voice next to his ear pleased him greatly.

Song Tian'er, Li Hongxiu, Su Rongrong.

Hu Tiehua.

no flowers.

Jiangnan.

The building is full of flowers.

Full of flowers.

Huamanlou has always had a strong love for flowers, just as he loves all life.

At dusk, he always likes to sit in front of the window under the setting sun, stroking the soft petals like his lover's lips, and enjoying the wonderful fragrance of flowers like his lover's breath.It was dusk now, the setting sun was warm and the evening wind was soft.

The small upstairs was peaceful and quiet. He sat alone in front of the window, full of gratitude in his heart, thanking God for giving him such a wonderful life, allowing him to enjoy such a wonderful life.

It is not a wonderful life to meet someone you like and stay together.

The sound of that person's breathing was next to his ear, he was already asleep, and he always slept more soundly with him, because he was definitely the number one person among the most reassuring people in the world.

Lu Xiaofeng.

He read it silently in his heart.

Others said how boring he must be as a blind man, but they didn't know that as long as Lu Xiaofeng was around, he would probably never die of boredom in his life.

Because Lu Xiaofeng is here, this phoenix always likes to fly around, and along with it, he can also see those wonderful scenes and meet some interesting things.

He doesn't need to look with his eyes, but only with his heart, and he already knows how good this person is.

And this person treats himself with the same mood as him, and he is even more happy in his heart.

Life is so beautiful.

Why not take it seriously.

Miao Jiang.

A tender little girl ran over bouncing and shouted sweetly: "Abba, Aunt told you to come over."

"What's the matter?" The handsome man raised his head, and the foreign costumes on his body gave him a strange and evil beauty.

The little girl said: "I don't know either, I went to play with Tieshou."

The man got up, and he went back into the house, where there was only an ugly old lady.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

She replied: "I don't know, I just want to see you."

Then he smiled, very softly.

After a long time, I waited until the sky darkened inch by inch.

Only then did she speak: "I've thought for a long time whether I should let go of you, it's fine to let go, but I still feel unwilling."

He touched her head affectionately: "That's fine, if you don't feel at ease, tie it up."

She shook her head: "I'm going to believe you again. If I believe you wrong again, it can only be regarded as blind and mistaken."

He hugged her and said with a gentle smile, "No."

He is a child with a fragile heart, no matter how strong he is, he is very nostalgic in his heart.

I always want to go back to the past, be with my family, and live happily together, but in fact it is impossible.

However, fortunately, he already has a family now, and it is more important to spend every day in the future well than to keep indulging in the past.

He no longer needs to look for a substitute for his family members in the world at a loss, and no longer needs to search for the shadows of his past relatives in hopelessness.

This man in front of him will give him a home.

Save him the pain of being displaced, and save him the pain of having nothing to love.

As for whether it is a good match in the eyes of outsiders, what's the point?

He is not a person who loves looks, he is already the most beautiful person in the world, no matter how good-looking he is, he can't see where he is. What he has always wanted is a woman who really loves him.

All he wanted was a family with someone who loved him enough and their children.

He used to be ruthless and ungrateful to cause her to become what she is now. He will never shirk, but will only admit that he is such a ruthless and ungrateful person who cares about everything, but fortunately she is there.

He offered his emotions fiercely, all his love was sincerely offered, burning her bones and flesh, all his hesitation in the past disappeared because of the burning of the fire, leaving only a piece of sincerity.

He is such a person, he has to be loved by others to give him ten points, but this point alone is worth ten, one hundred and thousand points of others, and he is also an affectionate person.

She loved him with all her heart, and he might not be able to return her.

It might be lucky for him to be able to do it all over again.

For He Hongyao, it's not like this. Those self-deceptions in those hard years finally determined the man's heart today, and the man also has her in his heart, so why not make her happy.

Her love for him, He Hongyao's love for Xia Xueyi, is deeply hidden in the memory, flowing in the body, blood, and bone marrow.

It's there and it never goes away.

From then on, they raised the case and raised their eyebrows, and had children.

Let's look at the flowing water together, and count the fallen flowers together.

Life and death depend on each other, willingly.

She bent down and removed the gleaming silver chain around his ankles.

In the tomb of the living dead, more than ten years had passed by the time Linghu Chong found that person. How many decades are there in a life?

Linghu Chong didn't know, but it didn't matter, it took him a long time to see his heart clearly, so it wouldn't be a problem if he took a longer time to find someone who loved him.

Every day, every year, every year, he looked at him, and he was happy with the company of strong wine. The pain and struggle in the past seemed to have become a thing of the past. , there is nothing in Huashan Mountain, each pile, one piece, I think of it like the morning fog, so illusory that I can't figure it out.

So he smiled, took a sip of wine, and played Dugu Nine Swords again.

The days pass.

By the time the man forgave him, they were already gray-haired old men.

(End of this chapter)