Shangguan Qianyu poured the wine and sprinkled it in front of the grave, sprinkling three cups in a row.

After the wine, he looked at the curling smoke. In the smoke, there was the beautiful face of the woman, but she had already melted with a pile of coke and buried in the soil. The smile no longer existed, and the sound and appearance were already far away.

I will never see her again in Fenghe Courtyard, and I will never see her again in Bodhi Temple.

Shangguan Qianyu felt that his heart was blocked and he felt extremely uncomfortable, so he seemed to be unable to breathe.

He sat on the ground in front of the grave, leaning against the tombstone, holding the jar of truffle snow, and drinking hard at the mouth of the jar.

The wine is clear and sweet, but it is full of bitterness when you enter your mouth.

Heartache, it hurts a lot, he doesn't know why it hurts so much.

Is it because of her similar fate to him? Or is it because she died so miserably? Or is it because the deep guilt in her heart is causing trouble?

When everything is irreversible, will he think about this again?

He was sorry for her after all.

He helped her avenge most of her revenge, but there was another person who could not attack and could not deal with Zirou for her.

Even if he knew Zirou was lying to him, even if he felt that Zirou was no longer the Zirou he knew, even if he knew her death, Zirou could not escape, but her life-saving grace was still greater than the sky and as heavy as a mountain.

This is what he is sorry for Yan Qingrui.

Looking at the lonely grave, Shangguan Qianyu raised his head and took a big sip of wine. He didn't know what he could say to Yan Qingrui. He didn't even know if Yan Qingrui hated him, or, in her eyes, he was just a passerby, right?

When she asked him to write his divorce, she was so determined. When she asked for a divorce, she was so sure that he was not good to her, so she wanted to leave.

However, she didn't give him a chance to treat her well.

Shangguan Qianyu closed his eyes, and what was lingering in front of him was Yan Qingrui's cold and indifferent expression, and what he heard in his ears was the clear and distant sound of the piano.

He still had a doubt in his heart, but now he could no longer solve it.

He took another sip of wine, and suddenly, his hands were empty and the wine jar was taken away.

Shangguan Qianyu opened his eyes, and there was a sharp light in his eyes. Even if he was not at the moment, he could sneak up to him like this and take away the wine jar from him, there would be no five people in the world.

A white dress fluttered in the night wind. Under the moonlight, a light that could tell people's head was particularly obvious. At this moment, the man held the wine jar with both hands and tilted his neck to drink wildly.

He was obviously a monk, wearing a monk's robe, with a shining bald head and a clear scar. He was drinking wildly, but he was not inconsistent at this moment.

That unrestrained demeanor, the kind of escape that everything is in your heart, but everything is indifferent to your heart, makes everything he does seem natural and straightforward.

Monk Xuyun drank the nearly two pounds of wine left in the jar in one breath, licked his lips with unsatisfactory desire, and asked, "Is there any?"

Shangguan Qianyu said lightly: "The truffle snow is gone, but there is a jar of bamboo leaf green!"

Zhuyeqing was originally a good wine, and the jar brought by Shangguan Qianyu was even more aged for twenty years.
Chapter completed!