The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Look at you like this!" Fang Chengyin grinned at him, but his heart was terribly beautiful.

"Of course I can have such a good wife, I have the capital to buy!" Kong Wenjie was so excited that he immediately went home holding Fang Chengyin joyfully.

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Chenjiatun.

The bodyguard dragged Kong Wenmin into the room like drunk, Chen Qingxuan sent the bodyguard back, and then looked at the man dancing on the kang with a dark face. He always knew that Kong Wenmin was a shallow person, otherwise He wo n’t be drunk to the bottom of the table, but how can he know that this man is so virtuous when he ’s drunk. "Rao Shiwei was always serious and discolored on the way, but Chen Qingxuan knew that this time, the guard was afraid of trying to make people laugh, and it was a shame!

Chen Qingxuan sat on the chair to watch Kong Wenmin go crazy on the Kang, and did not know how long he sat. Kong Wenmin's voice gradually lowered, and the sound of firecrackers and firecrackers came from outside. The room was dark, except for Kong Wenmin who made it With a whisper, there was no other voice, somehow, Chen Qingxuan looked at the outline of the man on the Kang, only a strong sense of loneliness came out in his heart, not only felt lonely, but also felt that this man was also lonely.

He withdrew the heavy big cloak, lit the candle, and carried the candlestick all the way to the side room. The bedroom of Grandma Chen was now clean and tidy, and the simple furniture was as usual, even on the kang. The bed sheets with flowers on the green background are still there. Chen Qingxuan stared at the overly tidy cover, exhaling lightly for a while, and then placed the candlestick on the table, he walked towards the kang step by step, and then Sitting on the Kang.

"Grandma," as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything more. He was so busy that he looked up and wanted to hold back the tears, but at a glance he saw the incense burner sacrifice on the table, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore, then I covered my face and fell on the kang with green flowers, sobbing and weeping, "Grandma, last year, Qingtong had an accident, I was extremely grieved, and I had to rush to the Beijing teacher to take the exam, I have n’t been able to spend a good time with you ... "

Can't say anything more, Chen Qingxuan stretched out the broken pillow with cotton wool in his arms, crying and twitching all over his body.

He had wanted to cry like this for a long time, he had already thought about it.

It ’s just that he could n’t easily cry. He is no longer a sour show that no one cares about. He is a big class student. He is an example of how many scholars, and how many eyes are staring at him. He also bears Zhong Mingwei and beauty. Bud's trust, so he can't cry, can't fall off the face of Da Zhou Chaoting.

But at this moment, in this shabby and cramped room, he can cry as much as he can, expressing his guilt, guilt, self-blame, daze, depression ... complex emotions interwoven with various moods. Here, he is nothing Ritual Shangshu, he was just a child who lost his loved one and lost his way.

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After crying enough, Chen Qingxuan lay quietly on the kang for a while, listening to the louder and more firecrackers outside, he sat up slowly, then went to the outer hall to wash his face And went back to the dormitory, and as soon as he opened the door, the heavy wine smelled. Chen Qingxuan didn't feel disgusted just now. He walked step by step and squatted in front of Kang, watching the man sleeping face.

This face is undoubtedly familiar to him, but at this time, looking face to face, Chen Qingxuan gave birth to a little strangeness and emotion. It turned out that Kong Wenmin also cried, and the tears from the eye socket to the nose, so obvious, I do n’t know when he was crying, let alone what he was crying. Chen Qingxuan cast a veil over and gently wiped his face. When he was rubbing his mouth, he heard another sound under the veil. A hoarse sigh.