Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

All-powerful for decades, Patriarch Su, who did many absurd things because of feelings when he was young, was seriously ill.

Su Jingshu, who just passed her sixtieth year, handed over the Su family to the responsible children of the family, and moved to Sujiayuan in the suburbs of Beijing.

The weather was fine that day, Su Jingshu drove away the medical team invited by the new ruler of the Su family, and refused to continue the treatment.

Even when she is old, she is still the delicate and elegant Miss Su.

Su Jingshu's hair was neatly arranged, and she tied up her long hair with a white jade hairpin. She put on a light green cheongsam, and with the help of her servant, she came to the flower room in the courtyard.

She didn't want to die with tubes all over her body and leave in a mess.

Staying away from the bloody killings of the past, tainted with a scent of fragrant flowers, and passed away with regret in her heart, was the last dignity she gave herself.

Su Jingshu slowly sat on a recliner covered with a thin blanket, leaned back, and waved feebly to the servant standing beside her: "Go."

"Yes, miss."

The servant beside her was about the same age as Su Jingshu, and was an old man who always took care of her.

Because Su Jingshu never married in her whole life, the group of old people who are still alive still call her Miss.

After the servant left, Su Jingshu, whose eyes were covered with fine wrinkles, slowly closed her eyes, sniffing the rich fragrance of flowers in the air, and cared for her who seemed to be about fifty years old, with a satisfied expression on her face that was left by the years .

Su Jingshu gently held the hand on the armrest of the rattan chair, her eyelids trembled slightly, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

She has been looking for the person all her life, but in the end there is no trace.

Decades ago, the big and small figures she saw in the bar will always be the regret in her heart and the hope of her life.

Perhaps in this life, her hands were stained with too much blood, and the killing was too heavy, and the heavens would not see her get what she wanted.

"Static book."

The young and magnetic voice sounded in Su Jingshu's ears, the voice was still so vicious, with an easily detectable malice.

She thought she was hallucinating, and the tears in her closed eyes couldn't stop.

A vigorous hand touched the corner of her eyes, and gently wiped away the tears on her face. The movements were not gentle, but somewhat awkward and unfamiliar.

The warm touch was so real, Su Jingshu opened her tear-filled eyes.

Seeing the familiar handsome face with a smile in front of her, she stretched out her hand in disbelief, her weak hands trembling slightly to caress the other's face.

Su Jingshu's voice was hoarse: "Ah Chang?"

"It's me." The hostility in Nangong Chang's eyes dissipated as early as after returning to the throne, and that always sullen face also softened, exuding the arrogance and arrogance inherent in the gods.

The tears in Su Jingshu's eyes were like rain, and the hand holding Nangong Chang's handsome young face fell helplessly.

She cried silently, her eyes were sad, and her whole body was full of sadness.

Nangong Chang showed a helpless smile, raised his hand to wipe her tears, and said with a smile: "I didn't realize that you cry so much before, don't cry, your body can't bear such agitation."

Su Jingshu covered her face with her hands, and cried even more sadly: "Why are you so young, I'm too old to read."

What saddens her is that with the flick of a finger for decades, her face has grown old and the appearance of the person in front of her has not changed.

Her short life is just a moment in the other party's years.

What she got for her unwillingness and paranoia was a sadness that was a thousand times more lost.

Nangong Chang took Su Jingshu's hand away, caressed her aging face, and softly comforted her in a rare low voice: "Even if you are old, you are still the most beautiful, most delicate, and most elegant Miss Su family."

It has to be said that his words greatly appease the emotional Su Jingshu.

Su Jingshu's frail body couldn't bear the ups and downs of mood swings.

Her eyesight began to blur, her heartbeat also slowed down, as if her heart was being tightly grasped, the pain hit her, and her breathing became difficult.

Nangong Chang noticed that the anger in Su Jingshu's body had dissipated, he stood up, hugged her in his arms, and sat on the reclining chair by himself.

He hugged each other intimately like when he was young, and held him in his arms: "Jingshu, let me accompany you through this last journey, can I talk to you?"

Su Jingshu raised her head, looked at Nangong Chang with slack eyes, and uttered an inaudible good word from her mouth.

She leaned her head on Nangong Chang's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, a smile appeared on her pale lips.

Seeing her former sweetheart again as an old woman, she couldn't let go, and had to accept her fate.

It is enough for the other party to give her a ride.

No matter how many extravagant hopes she had, she couldn't do anything with her old and decrepit body.

In her ear, Nangong Chang said in an apologetic and gentle voice: "Jing Shu, our entanglement in this life has hurt you and my own cultivation, but it's good that before you die, you can speak to me personally. Say sorry to you."

Su Jingshu poked his chest lightly with her finger, which was a gentle gesture when the two were young, indicating that she was listening.