Dulun Qizhen couldn't bear to have her abuse again, so he pointed her sleepy pussy to calm her mood. Inability to have children is a cruel sentence for any woman who wants to be a good wife and mother. Unless he is a non-mainstream girl in the 21st century, who is a non-mainstream girl who has been aborted countless people.

Of course, this is the Qing Dynasty, so there shouldn't be such a beautiful girl with advanced non-mainstream ideas. Dulun Qizhen arranged a few maids to take care of Lin Qingdai's daily life and went back with Gulun Lanxin.

Gulun Lanxin was a little depressed all the way. Perhaps Lin Qingdai's experience also aroused some of her own feelings. He was nearly thirty years old and had no motherhood. It was definitely rare in this era.

Perhaps only Gulun Lanxin can feel Lin Qingdai's feeling of being ashamed.

The improvement of cheongsam and entering the capital has also been put on the agenda. In the middle of this month, Dulun Qizhen will go to the capital with Gulun Lanxin to promote the new cheongsam of the Dulun family.

The night is as cool as water and the lights are dim. Dulun Qizhen wanders on this ancient street. Soon the Chinese Valentine's Day, some businesses began to prepare red lanterns and riddles in sporadic ways.

Eastern Valentine's Day - Chinese Valentine's Day. At that time, the Altius in the sky would cross the Milky Way and gather with Vega. What a sad and moving story.

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world. If the two loves last for a long time, they will not be together day and night. Qin Shaoyou's poems are always the most touching of a woman's heart.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet again once a year, but he met Nalan Yuning, Martai Ruoxi and Xiao Muxue one after another, but none of them stayed for him. They were alone and hungry. They were inexplicably sad.

I remember when I didn’t meet my ex-girlfriend Xu Hui before, Valentine’s Day never happened. It was even more difficult to control the sadness of looking at the lover who was holding his fingers on the street. That was when he would comfort himself, it was not that simple to sing a song.

It’s not that simple. Meeting the right person in the vast sea of ​​people is difficult! Meeting a person who is as simple as loving you is not that simple.

In the past, when Valentine's Day came, he would go online, and he could temporarily forget everything in the virtual world. On Singles' Day, he would sing with a group of bad friends. He was drunk and drunk, and he would sing and chat. Such decadence could paralyze fragile nerves and satisfy the loneliness and emptiness. It is worth mentioning that his own birthday is November 11th, which is Singles' Day. The probability of this one-in-one of the three hundred and sixty-fifths fell on him. He laughed at himself whether he could buy the Double Color Ball Lottery.

It was not until he met the right person in his life that Valentine's Day officially entered his life. The sudden outbreak of warmth and sweetness that he had never experienced for many years made him feel a little overwhelmed, worried about gains and losses, and that hot and beating heart rose and fell with Xu Hui's every frown and smile.

Warmth and sweetness coexist; loss and bitterness coexist. The love between men and women is really a wonderful and complex contradiction.

I still remember that I once told Xu Hui that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl actually meet every day, not once a year.

She opened her eyes wide and asked him in confusion why. He said, "It's one day in the sky and one year in the ground. We feel that they meet once a year, but in fact they're meeting every day."

At that time, she suddenly felt a little emotional and said, "We will be together every day and never be separated." She slowly leaned her little head against his shoulder, and a crescent moon on the lake seemed to witness all this, dispersing with the wind, rippling with the light spots, and then condensed again."

He was deeply in love with her, but time passed and changed a lot. Just when he was about to propose, just when he was excited and sleepless, on that drizzling day, she refused resolutely and walked into the rich second-generation Porsche without looking back.

A heart seems to be torn apart bloodily, and the wound is difficult to heal, even today.

She always accidentally jumped into his heart and into his mind, unable to wield or erase it.

Tonight, at such a moment, she emerged again. Slowly he walked into a tavern and chose a seat by the window to sit down alone.

Wine is indeed a good thing. It anesthetizes people's body and affects people. If you are drunk, you will never think about anything. You will relieve your worries after getting drunk!

This was the first time he drank ancient wine, and the alcohol content was naturally not as high as that of modern times. One cup after another, like drinking boiled water. He did not care about his body, but no one felt sorry for him at this moment.

Seeing the pedestrians on the street still, the tavern is still lively, but his heart is cold. In a hazy way, a pair of drunken eyes saw a blurry figure walking towards him, a graceful woman.

"Will you have any unhappy times? From the first day I saw you, I thought you were an optimistic person."

"It's not good to drink alone, I'll accompany you." She ignored Dulun Qi Zhen's gaze at all, picked up the wine pot and poured a porcelain cup for herself. "Jiu~~Jiu~~" The sound of the wine hitting the small porcelain cup was intoxicating.

"Why are you here?" asked Dulun Qizhen.

"Why can't I be here?" she asked without answering.

Dulun Qizhen smiled slightly and said nothing more: "Drink." He raised his neck and drank a glass of sleep.

She was also as good as a man, and her eyes were circulating, and she slowly drank a cup of mellow wine. Both of them didn't say anything and drank mellow wine on their own. In a blink of an eye, a pot of wine had already reached the bottom, and then it was only three or two drops, all of which were clean.

Her pretty face showed an intoxicating redness, like a lotus that was so shy that the cool breeze was.

"When are you... when will you leave?" asked Dulun Qizhen. Somehow the sadness became even stronger.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked indifferently.

"Don't I want you to stay?"

Silence, a sudden silence, they looked at each other's eyes and searched for the answer in each other's eyes. After a long time, a sigh broke the suppressed silence.

"We are powerless to make the day when you are leaving. Let's have a good time tonight and just say I'll say goodbye to you."

The two of them called another jar of daughter Hong and opened the jar seal. The wine was filled with fragrance, and the daughter Hong was a man's taste.

"This daughter is pretty good! But Shaoxing's famous wine, also known as Huadiao. Shaoxing people buried this daughter in the ground from the day their daughter was born, and when they were married, they brought it to the man's house and let her husband taste it first."

Dulun Qizhen poured two bowls of daughter red, the wine was light red, and under the candlelight, it was like flowing red glass.

The fallen red spots fell on the carved mahogany table, like blooming plum blossoms, and like the tears of Xiaoxiang concubine.

Ruoxi remained silent for a long time, staring at her daughter Hong, who was swaying in the wine bowl. The beautiful face reflected in the wine will soon be someone else's bride.

Her daughter Hong, but she cannot leave her character to the loved ones.

A drop of crystal tears reflected white light and emerged from the corners of his eyes.
Chapter completed!