MTL - The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World-Chapter 1 let him be his home

  Chapter 1 Let him be his homecoming

   died at the scene, in a big winter with goose feathers and snow.

   She had a hunch.

   Arrange everything in advance before leaving.

   And the letter that was never sent.

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  Yingshan has a good scenery, is located in a remote area, and is sparsely populated.

   There was an extra touch of red on the stairs of the half-mountain road today, and we walked slowly.

   The hand of the woman holding the wooden stick trembled a little, and a thin layer of sweat oozes out from her forehead, and beads of sweat slid down the side of her face.

   looked up at the stairs with more than a hundred steps.

   pulled the corners of his lips.

   still stubbornly climbed up.

   The sound of the heartbeat is also getting louder.

   The little monk who was sweeping the floor saw her throw away the broom in his hand and trot a few steps to the front, holding her cuff and helping her to the main hall.

   "It was snowing heavily in the imperial capital for several days, and there was thick snow on the plank road. Are you here alone?"

   Ying Jing tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Seng, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the snow is just fine. In a few days, it won't be easy to go after the heavy snow blocks the mountain road."

   She took a few steps forward alone, looking back at Xiao Seng after thinking of something. "Ten years, you are taller than me now." Although she smiled, the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

   This reminiscence did not last long, and Yingjing saw the abbot in the side hall.

   Yingjing went straight to the Buddha, knelt down on his knees, and folded his hands reverently.

  Ten years ago, she had no intention of dying from the real world into a novel, and became a female supporting role who had to die without going through the plot. In the past ten years, in order to become a stumbling block for the hero and heroine to be together, she has done a lot of death.

   She has resisted the plot, but she still can't escape her predetermined fate.

   finally succeeded in killing himself.

   Ying's family is gone, her parents are gone, and her brother was put in jail because of her confrontation with the male protagonist.

   In the real world, Yingjing died in an air crash.

   She is an orphan, and she is carefree.

   It was Yingjia who gave her warmth and all her care.

  Unfortunately, she is a female supporting role and was forced to walk the plot.

   Who knew ten years would be the end of her life.

   Ten years have worn her temperament a lot, and she no longer has the bright and squeamishness of her twenties, and a strong sense of sadness is accumulated in her eyes.

   But she is still very beautiful, standing in the turbulent entertainment circle for ten years. Years did not take back her beauty because of the passage of time.

  Rao is today, when it comes to beauty.

  Global fans only admire the beauty and acting skills of the occasion.

   When I touched the position of my heart, it was a little hot.

   There is a secret for ten years.

  The abbot in the temple added some oil to the ever-bright lamp in the temple.

   "Master, where do you say people go after death?" The world is not as simple as a book for her.

   All the people around her are the most real beings with flesh and blood.

   "Where Miss Ying wants to go is the final destination."

Is it really?

   She smiled.

   After going through so much, Yingjing still left the cleanest place in my heart, retaining the last trace of beautiful fantasy.

"I think, I'll do it all over again. There's no plot constraints, only a sincerity. I can tell him the words I like to say to him." She said the words of love, like the little girl who saw his heart in that year. .

   Listening to the muttering behind him, the master walked out of the hall, his eyes fell a little far.

   At this time, there was a little black on the stairs of the hillside, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

  …

   Yingjing came out of the main hall and walked towards the inner courtyard. This was the only clean place that was not covered by snow. Looking up, a towering tree supports a small world below.

   She was sitting on the bench under the tree.

   I don't know if I sensed the breath of death, but the snow stopped flying at a certain moment.

   reached out his hand and received a few falling snowflakes.

   The brief setting sun broke through the sky, reflecting a crimson.

  The sun shines warmly from the gaps in the treetops.

   She reached out to catch the warmth.

   There was no pain on her face, she was smiling.

   Looking back on her short life, until her vision gradually blurred, she seemed to see a familiar figure at the end of the road.

  The man came in the wind and snow, but his body was not warm.

   He carefully took her into his arms.

  Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to be able to catch him anymore.

   "On the occasion." He called out her name in a low voice and stroked her hair over and over again.

   "Well, where am I?" She responded to him, he was her ten-year dream, and she liked it even though she gritted her teeth.

   In this life, she has regretted too many people.

   She squeezed his hand firmly. "My brother, he is innocent. Please save him."

  The handsome man with haggard eyes gently stroked her cheek over and over again, agreeing to all her requests.

That's good.

   That's the only thing she can do.

  No, there is one more important thing.

   "Wen Fucheng, have I never told you that I like you very much!" From the first book, I don't know when those cold words began to come to life, jumping in her life. "It's not that you don't exist, you've always been there." It was all in her heart. "If this is a dream, can you stay in my dream for a little longer?"

   She regrets it, she has been regretting it for so many years.

  It was impossible for him to go abroad for so many years.

   He quietly guarded her in a foreign country for so many years.

   She knew that he would always be watching her from a distance, so she desperately climbed up to the place with the highest starlight.

  I want him to know that although we can't be together, Yingjing has always been standing where he can see at a glance.

   He held her in his arms, kissed the woman's delicate eyebrows over and over again, and told her over and over that this was not a dream.

   She knows.

   However, she was going to find her dream.

   If there is an afterlife. There is no forced plot, and the road she wants to go must lead to his side.

   Unobstructed.

   She is like a butterfly, thinking that she will not be deeply immersed in flowers, but in the end she chooses to die under the flowers.

   Let him be his own home.

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  The most legendary actress in China is known to everyone. Yingjing likes Lu Zishu from the Lu family. After chasing for ten years, he has not changed his mind. Finally, he married her while watching Lu Zishu. He committed suicide when he was 30 years old.

   Since the end of this generation of legends.

  Everyone was sighing.

   What a pity.

   This is what happened because of love.

   Later, I heard an eminent monk from a temple say!

   "That one! Those who don't love Lu Zishu have never loved him."

   The words of a monk cannot be heard.

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  Three years later, Wen Fucheng, the richest man in China, abdicated to his nephew.

   Donate all your wealth to the society.

   was forty-three years old when he disappeared.

   Speaking of this, the only person who can be called a legend is the deceased actress.

   A year later, a new grave was added beside the lonely grave.

   One reads: Beloved, suitable for the occasion.

  The other one reads: Wen Fucheng.

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  I met Wen Fucheng once when I was young, and missed ten years for life.

  The 20-year-old pretty girl rushed back home, raised her hand and pushed open the heavy doors.

   Before she could say the words, the man standing in front of the courtyard looked back at her.

  The afternoon sun shines on him.

   is the warmth that penetrates time, and it also came to her heart.

   She looked at him blankly.

   Yingjing always remembers that summer, even the wind blowing is sweet.

   He said his name was Wen Fucheng.

   She told all her love to the only person who knew the past.

  As the oil runs out, all the past will be buried in time.

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  ding~

   The countdown to respawn starts.

ten

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Nine

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Eight

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   (end of this chapter)