If you don't marry, why should you be a family?

The author has something to say: It’s over~~~Calmness begins, calmness ends~~~End of a mind~~ I thought this article would be extremely cold at first, and there wasn’t even a judge, but there are still judges who can stick to it. Finally~~~Thank you~~

Xin's holiday this year was extraordinarily early. Everyone knew that her big boss got married and was going abroad for her honeymoon.

The day before they left, Ling Fan brought them some things that their grandfather ordered, but Xin Qianning was the only one in Xin's house, and Nangong Qijue had already gone out shopping with Sui Lanxi and the two happily.

Ling Fan handed it to her. It was a small classic red sandalwood box with the pattern of Nangong Kui carved on it. When it was gently opened, the red brocade silk shone brightly, and a hairpin lay quietly on it.

This hairpin is made of white jade, carved into the shape of a rose flower, lifelike.

"It's so beautiful." Xin Qianning couldn't help but exclaim.

"Well, grandpa asked me to give it to you. This is grandma's favorite one when she was alive. It was later passed on to Qijue's mother. It's a pity..." Speaking of this topic, Ling Fan obviously paused, and then Fang said slowly. : "Did you tell her about that?"

Xin Qianning gently closed the red sandalwood box, shaking her head: "No, if Xiaoqi knows that her parents died in the conspiracy of her aunt and uncle, it will make her feel uncomfortable."

"Hey, indeed, it's fine not to tell her. Grandpa didn't dare to show his sadness because he was afraid that Qi Jue would become suspicious. It's been so many years, so let's just let it go with the wind."

"Yes." Xin Qianning poured her a glass of water.

Ling Fan accepted it gratefully, puffed and sipped a few times, and suddenly sighed thoughtfully: "It's also thanks to you, Grandpa never intervened in the investigation of that case because of his heartache, and the power is left to Uncle Host, but no one thought that the accidental birth was their trick. Although grandpa always felt suspicious, he didn't investigate further because of his heartache. If it weren't for your ability, this sealed past would not have come to light so quickly. .”

"Darkness will always be illuminated by light. Don't be too sad. Now that Zhao Qianxin and Nangong Yaozhang have been raped for life, it can be regarded as karma."

"Yeah, let's not talk about this." Ling Fan took out another contract-shaped item and handed it to her: "This is Nangong's property, it is almost here, and grandpa plans to hand it over to me and Qi Jue." , but I'm a rough person, I don't understand these things, and I'm used to idleness, I don't want to be suppressed by such things, so I want you and Qi Jue to suffer a little bit."

Xin Qianning took over, and slowly opened it: "Asset transition document?"

"Well, grandpa plans to wait for you to settle down and hand over the property rights of the enterprise to Qijue, and Nangong City will also be handled by you. Grandpa seems to want to go abroad with Aunt Zhang to enjoy the life of the elderly." While speaking, Ling The corner of Fan's mouth curved silently: "Aunt Zhang really changed Grandpa so much."

"Yes." Xin Qianning looked at the thin sheets of paper in her hands, but they were extremely heavy. These are not only responsibilities, but also the Nangong family's all and expectations, and also the reassurance for Xin Qianning .

"By the way, grandpa still wants to apologize to you. He visited his uncle and aunt a few days ago, and he felt very uncomfortable."

"To visit my parents?" Xin Qianning was taken aback.

Ling Fan nodded, and sighed: "Actually, that matter is also a pain in his heart."

"It's impossible to let go and forget, but what I remember is no longer hatred." Xinqian and Ning's relieved Wan'er smiled, the stream of light in her eyes turned upside down, and her thoughts were brought back to countless days and nights, and she couldn't feel emotional for a while.

Hearing what she said, Ling Fan finally felt at ease.

In the blink of an eye, the plane flew through layers of clouds and flew to the far away world. The sky is vast and magnificent. Everyone is like a cloud in the world. It is white and soft, soaring as you like. Willing to be imprisoned, stained with innocence, and cut off the wings of freedom, just for the better pursuit of wealth and status.

But there are also some people who are not polluted by dust, and their state of mind remains the same as before, and they are safe in the troubled times, insisting on their true nature.

The cold wind was howling, and the afterglow of the setting sun dragged a golden tail on the ground, shining on each tombstone, making it look more lonely and cold.

Xin Qianning brushed a tombstone with her hand. The person in the photo above was still frozen in the Mood for Love in her teens, smiling like a bend of clear water, extremely clear and innocent.

Qi Jue gently placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the stele.Since I chose to come here today, I planned to meet Cora.

Xin Qianning's face was always calm, but her wandering eyes revealed the fluctuations in her heart at the moment. After a long time, Qianqian said, "Cora, I'm here to see you."

"Cora." Qi Jue also called out in a low voice.

The two were speechless, just quietly guarding the tombstone, no one knew what they were saying in their hearts, but in the end, when they looked at each other, they both showed a look of relief.

The breeze blows the white flowers swaying in the wind, like little smiling faces.

Xin Qianning held the palm of her lover, turned her back and left.

"It's cold here, and you don't listen to me telling you to wear more clothes." Xin Qianning helped her rub her hands, put them together in her coat pocket, and then started to leave.

"It's not cold, with you here, it's not cold anywhere." Qi Jue slowly leaned closer to her, yearning for her breath, so warm, really warm.

Xin Qianning stretched out her hand, opened her coat to hug her, hugged her tightly in her arms, and said with a smile, "Little brat."

Ye Zhiqi grabbed her coat collar, pulled her cheek to his lips, kissed her quickly, and ran to the front, turned his back and looked at her with a smile: "You old man You are eating my tofu, now let me eat your tofu."

Xinqianning let out a chuckle, gathered her coat, and rushed to her side at a high speed: "We're all married, and it's a quarter of the spring night, so there's no such thing as bean curd or bean curd, nonsense."

Thinking of those ambiguous nights, Nangong Qijue's face instantly turned hot pink.

"Look at you, tsk tsk, it's really different from you at night." Xin Qianning laughed and taunted her mercilessly.

Qi Jue was ashamed at what she said, and he was about to hit her. Xin Qianning ran out, ran to the flat place below, took his own horse, turned over and rode on the horse's back, and looked down at her. Looking at her, she said: "Let's have a match. I couldn't compete with you in Qingyouju, so let's compete abroad today."

"Well, I can't compare to you in terms of brains and courage, but in terms of riding a horse, you really can't compare to me." Qi Jue gave her a sideways glance with a smile, pulled up his own horse and rode on it.

"That's right." Xin Qianning looked at her with burning eyes, facing the crimson glow, she pulled the reins, and the two horses neighed, and they stepped out like the wind...

"Xin Qianning, you perverted capitalist demon!" The wind rustled in his ears. In this open field, Qi Jue felt unprecedented joy when he looked at the handsome figure in front of him.

Xin Qianning turned her head and walked side by side with her, only to see a beautiful arc on the corner of her lips: "Little devil, I love you."

The gentle voice rippling in the wind is so beautiful.

The ground where the steeds walked left behind a cloud of flying dust. On the distant horizon, two figures chased after each other, gradually getting smaller and farther away...

Now Xinqianning and Nangong Qijue are known to everyone. Their love moves everyone, and their courage convinces everyone...

They are a rainbow flag of the progress of the times, rising slowly against the cold wind...