Chapter 298

He won't remember me when he wakes up. But for me, his hoarse voice, sad eyes and the temperature in the arms of his hands are like a deep brand, ironing in a corner of his heart.

I think Gong Yueyue is probably crazy about men! What's it like to be such an inexplicable hairdresser?! Mingming and Jiang Haoran were forced to separate for only a year. How does it seem that they have moved through the world?

I asked myself why I had such an indescribable emotion towards a stranger? I am not an amorous person, nor am I a person who can't stand loneliness. I sometimes even suspect that what happened that night was just a dream caused by my cold, just like the person who held me in my dream when I was seriously ill

But half a year later, the old man who happened to meet him on the road and his son Da Shuan, who was a government servant, gave a short greeting and conversation, which dispelled my doubts. The snow and the drunkard really appeared in my life and disappeared in a hurry.

There was a trace of inexplicable joy in my heart. In such an age that doesn't belong to me at all, it's not too lonely to have a person who can affect his mind.

This accidental encounter with Fubo father and son also brought me an unexpected harvest. That's a job opportunity that makes me more satisfied - cleaning and washing dishes in the Yamen.

Although the salary is similar to that of restaurants. It's good to provide accommodation. After all, the work of the government is not so heavy and complex compared with that of restaurants.

With big embolus as a recommender for me, and I'm also a smart person. Without much effort, I became a formal civil servant.

Although I can hear her sobbing low in her sleep at night. But in the daytime, people can only see her, laughing like the sun.

"You should be childhood friends?" On a leisurely night, I didn't know which tendon was wrong, but I asked such a rash question.

I thought it would make her unhappy. Who knows, she covered her mouth and smiled: "it's not. I haven't seen you before I got married. "

"Er..." I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

She just sat up from the bed, hugged the pillow and said with interest, "but you know, from the moment he lifted my head, I knew I was destined to break his hand in my life."

Looking at the stubborn smile on her face, I also had some slight pain in my heart. I murmured: "it's so magical... Love at first sight..."

"Love at first sight or something, I don't understand." She still smiled and fell into sweet and sad memories: "I only know that he is the first person I like. The first time I was flustered, the first time I was led by a man, the first time I was thundering, I didn't feel afraid anymore, it was all because of him. He gave me too many first times. I'm afraid I can't forget it all my life. "

On that night, I had two very clear dreams one after another. In the first dream, I sat in a sedan chair in a lucky suit, covering everything in front of me. Suddenly a big hand appeared in my sight, took my hand and led me out of the sedan chair. I remember that hand was dry and refreshing. There were some cocoons in the palm, but the hand was very beautiful with a smooth and white backlight. I suddenly lifted the veil to see his face clearly, but I woke up immediately.

He fell asleep again, but fell into another strange dream. Dark room, lightning and thunder outside the window, I curled up in bed.

"Are you afraid?" A man's voice sounded cold and familiar. But for a moment, I can't remember where I heard it.

"Yes." In the dream, I seemed completely out of the control of consciousness and whispered.

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, a figure dressed in white silk came to me from the dark with bare feet. Slender and straight legs, tight and strong Mermaid line, beautiful abdominal muscles, and... What's inside... As I get closer and closer, I can't look straight at it.

Even if you have a good figure, you have to put on your clothes first, big brother! How hungry and thirsty am I to have such a simple, rough and undisguised spring dream!

This man can't be Jiang Haoran in any way except his height. However! But! But！ Instead of the slightest resistance and disgust, I can't deny that I have a shameful sense of expectation for what may happen next.

But the development of dreams is often not what people want. This guy who can't see his face clearly has never crossed the minefield. Just lay down beside me silently and hold me in my arms.

Gong Yueyue is not a vegetarian. Since God pities me for being single and gives me such a disheveled world-class male model to be the lover of my dream, is it necessary for me to be a monster? It's just a dream anyway!

When you add oil and gas to yourself, you will be a beast and poison a beautiful man. But a sudden smell at the tip of my nose made me recover my reason in an instant. It was the smell from his body and hair, similar to the fragrance of sandalwood.

What is the relationship between these two, or this man, and me?

For a long time to come, these problems haunted all my consciousness like poisonous snakes. I can't eat and sleep at night. A few days later, the whole person was down like lovelorn.

I don't want to worry about these questions that never seem to be answered, but the smell and the man's dream come into my sleep from time to time, which makes me more and more unable to ignore. The hardest thing for me to understand is that I can't see his face every time. The one closest to his true face was like a thick fog covering his face. He could only see an outline.

Occasionally, I still think of the fallen man who mourned his dead wife in the wind and snow. I also assumed that he would be the person in my dream. I just pushed left and broke right, and finally decided to give up this assumption first. First of all, his wife died, and I was still alive in the world. Secondly, although I can't see the man's face in my dream, I'm sure he is white and flawless from shoulder to toe. Unlike that madman, there are scars on his wrist alone. I still remember that day when I put my cotton padded clothes on him, I accidentally saw a thumb thick scar under his clavicle.

I am more inclined to another conclusion - nine times out of ten, this madman is the little General Zhao Changyuan praised by people. Even though the young general Zhao in people's memory has a beautiful face like a crown jade and eyes like a bright star, he is a beautiful man praised by everyone, which is very different from the crazy man with a sloppy image and bad smell in my memory

But everything must be based on evidence, not just speculation. Besides, who he is has nothing to do with me. Just like the little general surnamed Zhao, in others' mouth and in my eyes, he is just a legendary battle hero. I can look up and praise, but it has nothing to do with me after all.

The madman belongs to his dead wife. The general belongs to his wife. And who am I? Who belongs to me? Or in this world, I've always been just a person

When I finally thought of this, all the tangles and speculation became calm and clear with despair. No matter how this body used to be, for now, I'm just Gong Yueyue. In this world, I am really just a person. My parents, my lover, are far away a thousand years later. Since I live in this world with my soul, don't dwell on the past.

As for those dreams, just take them as a gift from God.

Even if the time goes back a thousand years, asirs have become yamen service captains. Besides poor investigation and handling of cases, showing off their conversation is also an indispensable pastime.

In the daytime, widow Ji likes to hear men talk long and short. In the evening, I can't help broadcasting in front of me.

Although I am not a gossip, I can understand widow Ji's inner loneliness. She likes to say, so I take all the orders and become a qualified audience. What's more, what she said is not all trivial nonsense. Among them, there are some current affairs in Zhao Dynasty. I'm afraid only people in the government can hear the wind. It's difficult to find Zhao people to know.

For example, imperial concubine Ke, who had been beloved by the emperor for several years, was demoted to the cold palace overnight. The reason is that a Chamberlain named Tong Xian found a chronic poison in her palace.

On the surface, this matter is just a pink case similar to those in the palace fight drama, which love each other, kill each other, spoil and humiliate each other. But the next series of chain reactions made those who wanted to think more.

The day after the disaster of concubine Ke, Xu Jing, the commander of the Imperial Army, the distant cousin of concubine Ke, was dismissed from office and taken to Kaifeng prison for trial. The more than 100000 imperial guards in the palace and the imperial city guard outside the palace were all handed over to a general named Han Chenglie. It is said that this position originally belonged to General Han. At the beginning, Xu Jing excluded Han Chenglie with the power of the imperial concubine. But before two years, they returned to their original owners.

Not only that, while Xu Jing was copied, a large number of civil and military officials, such as Zheng Yu, the Qing of Dali temple, and LV Wenzheng, the governor of Kaifeng, were stripped of their official posts and became prisoners at the bottom of the rank. When the widow and the men in the Yamen told me about their past, I vaguely found a coincidence. These people used to be other people's adjutants. After concubine Ke accepted the favor, they successively played a loser counter attack and pulled their original boss off his horse.

Now this situation is really a little treacherous. It means that the main room belongs to the hall.

Hearing these current affairs news, I felt funny in my heart. At that moment, I couldn't help but say, "our emperor is really interesting. He enabled the recall and then enabled it. Isn't he beating himself in the mouth again and again?"

The surrounding yamen servants and captains were shocked. Widow Ji also pinched me: "Shh, you dead girl, can you pay attention to your words? Misfortune comes from the mouth, don't you know? "

I knew I had made a slip of the tongue and just made a face.