The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

When Fang Chengyin watched Kong Wenjie leave the dining room in a hurry, he knew that he must be in a bad mood. He immediately chased him out, followed Kong Wenjie behind, and walked silently with him towards the outside of the gate. At this time, every family was eating reunion dinner at home, and there was loneliness everywhere. Except for two people "creaking" on the snow, there was no other sound.

"You go back first. I'll breathe. I'll go in later." Kong Wenjie turns around, and the other side becomes the yindao.

"Wenjie, I will accompany you." In the dark, Fang Chengyin can't see Kong Wenjie's face clearly, but she can hear it. Kong Wenjie's voice is hoarse. She has known for the first time that such a tough man as Kong Wenjie will cry, and even her heart will ache.

"No, I'll stand," said Kong Wenjie, looking at her coming out in a hurry without even wearing warm sleeves. He frowned, reached out his hand and grasped Fang Chengyin's hand, while muring, "good, go back first."

"Wen Jie, I'm not cool," Fang Chengyin shook her head, looked up and blinked at Kong Wenjie, smiling at the same time. "Besides, isn't there your ready-made warm hand stove?"

Kong Wenjie looked at the face close to him. He could not say any more. Then he held Fang Chengyin's hand and walked slowly in the snow.

"Cheng Yin, the most grateful person in my life is my brother," Kong Wenjie said suddenly for a while. "Without my brother, I would not have been able to go out of my hometown. Maybe now, like ordinary farmers, I live by scraping food in the soil. It was my brother who took me out of my hometown and taught me martial arts and led me into the imperial forest army. It was true at that time It's winter practice, September practice, summer practice, and summer practice. I hate him very much. I hate him for being too harsh on me. He started to interrupt with a stick with a thick thumb. "Here, Kong Wenjie paused. He looked at the cold crescent moon in the sky and breathed silently. Then he said," I hate him and fear him, but I respect him and love him. I've long forgotten what my father looks like. But I can treat me For example, brother is my father... "

Speaking of this, Kong Wenjie suddenly couldn't say any more, his body was shaking violently, then he suddenly released his hand holding Fang Chengyin and covered his face. He tried to control his voice, but the suppressed cry came out.

Fang Chengyin was shocked to look at the man who was crying in the moonlight. She only thought that the hoarse cry was a steel knife stabbed on her body. She was so busy that she reached out to hold the man and said: "Wen Jie, stop crying. We will live a good life in the future, and don't let our brother worry. We respect our brother and filial piety..."

"No, no, you don't know..." Kong Wenjie cried even more, shuddered all over, his voice blurred, "I, I'm sorry for my brother..."

"What do you say?" Fang Chengyin did not hear clearly, took the veil and wiped tears painfully for Kong Wenjie, saying softly, "Wenjie, no matter how much suffering there used to be, it's gone now. Our days, and brother's days, will only get better and better. Wenjie, don't cry."

In the dim tears, Kong Wenjie looks at the girl's red eyes because of her heartache, and then remembers the way Kong Wenmin knelt down to Fang Zuotang just now, but his heart is even worse.

Yes, he's really sorry for Kong Wenmin. If it was Kong Wenmin who went hunting with Fang Chengyin in Changbai Mountain, it might be a good day for both of them. Maybe "Uncle Fang" in Kong Wenmin's mouth would be changed to "father-in-law", but it was him who went hunting with Fang Chengyin in Changbai Mountain

He took his brother's heart!

It's a good day he stole from his brother!

How could there be such a jerk?

Why didn't his brother hate him at all?

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