MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 246 [Irregular serial number]

When I heard this word, Wang Xuan was a stiff.

His face is a bit blue. Taking advantage of his little girl, he licked his lips tightly and said seriously: "Hey, the big brother is the husband."

After spitting out these words, he squinted and stuffed the baby into Chen Rong’s arms.

This time, the baby did not struggle, she quietly fell in the mother's arms, staring at the big brother.

In the carriage, she flattened her mouth and flattened her mouth, then lowered her head.

Feeling that my daughter's breath in the neck is a bit boring, Chen tolerated and laughed: "Isn't you happy?"

The baby was next to her clothes, but she did not answer.

Chen Rong reached up and lifted her chin and squinted at her daughter's face.

Just a glimpse, the baby slammed her hand and continued to stick it honestly in her neck.

For a while, the baby’s milk screamed, “Big brother.”

Seeing this sullen baby turned out to take the initiative, Chen Rong and Wang Xuan were shocked. Wang Xuan smiled and said: "Don't worry about my older brother?"

The baby said, "Well," said: "They are standing on the ground, not annoying for beauty!"

As soon as the sound fell, Wang Xuan’s beautiful face brushed the subway, and the twins listening to the outside ears laughed with the same voice.

The laughter stirred, and there was a mountain of valleys between heaven and earth.

At this time, it was the intersection of the three official roads. The laughter from the team attracted frequent passers-by.

In the rest of the pavilion outside the 50 steps, a man wearing a fight snorted.

This is the embarrassment, he is a glimpse.

Staring at the slow-moving team logo, his low-mute magnetic voice slowly came, "Wang Wang Hong?" The voice is complicated and inexplicable.

Standing behind him, a thin young man dressed as a scribe was heard and looked at the team carefully. He whispered and said, "It’s Wang Hong, I heard that Wang is unstable and invited him down the mountain."

Speaking of this, the scribes smiled and said: "The Lord's public is arrogant, and I am afraid that I have never paid attention to the little celebrities of these Jin people." In the voice, there is no such thing as pride.

The man under the fight did not seem to hear the general. He quietly looked at the carriage that was getting closer and closer, low and low, hoarse and asked: "Wang Hong goes down? That his wife and children?"

"Son?" The scribe's voice was more hoar. He repeated lowly and said: "Her son?"

Looking at the carriage that was getting closer and closer, the man suddenly lifted up and jumped onto the horse.

As soon as he moved, more than a dozen men in the pavilion stood up at the same time.

The man did not return, but said faintly: "You stay here."

After all, he rushed out.

Seeing him rushing straight toward the Wang’s team, the scribe screamed. Road: "Not good, the Lord can not!" He said here, but also turned over the horse, hurried to follow.

Saying that the man came to the roadside, he did not know what to expect, he stopped.

Over the side, he was motionless and there, as if there was a thousand years of loneliness.

It was not until the team passed that he slowly turned back.

It was such a slight side, and he looked intently at the middle of the team.

In the middle, there are several expensive carriages.

Next to the carriage, Wang Hong, who is in the snow, wins the snow, and the two handsomes are more than his twins, and they follow suit and talk and laugh.

As for the carriage around them, there was a beautiful boy sitting on the shoulder of a woman, and her stubborn expression was heavily dependent.

The woman’s hand is still holding a beautiful little boy.

The man gently lifted the bucket and looked at the woman.

Seventeen years.

It’s been seventeen years.

She is still so beautiful, as if she was the most popular rose. Towards the sun, toward the spring, unveiled her Hua and Mei.

What is different from the past is that there is no trace of greenness on her face and body. She is already familiar with it.

Her demeanor is serene, and the pair is always swaying and not sharp.

On her face, in her eyes, there is only peace, only peace, only a kind of cat that is spoiled is lazy.

It seems that she has not seen the darkness for many years, she has forgotten her claws, and she no longer has her sharpness.

It seems that she only remembers to stretch her beauty and freedom towards the sun. It seems that she has died in such a life, and she has gone far in her life. The rest is only sunshine and happiness.

Looking at it, the man found himself in a bit awkward.

This is a strange thing, how many years? He thought that he would not have tears and would not have the feelings of mediocrity.

He wanted to pass the horse.

But looking at it, he suddenly didn't want to go.

How can this woman be so comfortable and beautiful? In this world, chaos, stifling, pain and death are the main voices of the world, failure and sorrow, flooding the whole earth. How many Han people lined up, and the whole coat of clothes was thrown into the river.

How is all this suffering and suffering no longer relevant to her?

How can she live so beautifully? Does she have the only pure land in this world?

Thinking about it, the man couldn't help but look at Wang Hong.

For seventeen years, the young and handsome boy of the past is still handsome, but mature.

Looking at him, the man slowly and slowly lowered his head.

Standing on the roadside like this, I stood in a place where no one could see it. The man gave a tribute to Wang Hong and said with a low voice that he could hear:

"Are you full of sorrow, you have great talents, but you turn a blind eye, but I still want to respect you. You have finally protected this woman and gave her a pure land."

In this world, can you be a peaceful and lazy meditator, how much happiness and love can you enjoy?

This world can make a sharp and awkward woman, put away her claws and whip, standing behind her behind the wind, how strong and short-sighted man?

At this moment, Wang Hong, who was in front of the horse, felt a little bit, and he turned his head slowly.

At the moment he turned his head, the man pressed the fight and left the horse.

What he saw was only the back of the man.

This back is so familiar and so strange. It has a **** smattering from thousands of horses, and there is a kind of glory above the world.

Looking at it, Wang Hongyi raised his brow. At this time, Chen Rong’s gentle and curious voice came, "Siluo, what are you looking at?"

Wang Hong turned his head.

To his wife and the children who leaned on his wife, he smiled and said softly, "Nothing."