coobybook Chapter 427 He is depressed
Chapter 427 He is depressed
The sunlight outside the window gradually dimmed, and for some reason a drizzle of spring rain suddenly began to fall.
After finishing his meal, Luo Yu was walking towards the inn, but he didn't expect it to rain halfway. The weather in the south is really unpredictable. It's so cold and raining, and you can't get warm just by shivering.
She saw many people hiding from the rain under the eaves of the Sunny Day Restaurant, so she ran over in two or three steps to hide from the rain first.
It was past lunch time and there were fewer customers in the Sunny Day Restaurant. A shopkeeper came out and asked those who were waiting for rain under the eaves to go inside the restaurant and wait. Although the rain was not heavy, it was unknown how long it would take if it started to rain.
There was a charcoal fire in the restaurant, so everyone could keep warm together. Hearing this, Luo Yu couldn't help but sigh that the Murong family was indeed a family of great vision, so he followed some people in.
Those who went in to avoid the rain were all thanking the shopkeeper for his kindness. Luo Yu was bored and looked at the restaurant carefully. It seemed that there was not much change from the last time he came. Something was wrong, or should I say there were some changes. The painting hanging in the restaurant was actually a large scene from the Legend of Wutian. It seemed that it was a treasure that Murong Jingjing brought back from Liangzhou City.
Seeing her staring at the painting, the shopkeeper quickly introduced it to her: "Do you like this painting too, young lady? My seventh daughter really likes the story in this painting and says that the author, Miss Luo Yu, is her role model."
Luo Yu twitched his lips, smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "This is the first time I've seen this painting. It's really well done. Your seventh daughter has really good taste."
Suddenly, a pleasant voice came from behind: "Miss, this is the first time you have seen this painting, and you have fallen in love with it at first sight. Isn't your vision unique?"
Luo Yu turned around and saw Murong Jingjing standing behind her and smiling at her. She was as beautiful as a pure white daffodil swaying in the spring breeze.
"My name is Murong Jingjing. May I ask your name, young lady?"
"Su Xiaoxiao."
"Su Xiaoxiao, have you read Miss Luo's comic strip?"
“I’ve heard of it, but I haven’t seen it all.”
"When I have time someday, I'll find a set of copies for you to review."
"Okay, thank you a little Miss Murong."
They chatted briefly for a while, and Murong Jingjing said that she had to rush back home early to have dinner with her family and could not chat with her for long, so she waved goodbye to her.
Luo Yu was left sitting alone by a charcoal fire, listening to the people hiding from the rain chatting. It turned out that tomorrow was the Lantern Festival, and everyone wanted the rain to stop soon so they could go back and have dinner with their families. As she listened, she felt extremely lonely for the first time.
The person who felt as lonely as her in Tanzhou City was Murong Huaijin.
He stood in front of the study window, looking at the drizzle in the courtyard falling on the branches full of peach buds. The branches trembled with the raindrops, just like his trembling heart at the moment.
If he had always stayed with her, would she not have been entangled with Zhu Jinyou? If he had taken the initiative to approach her and brought her back to Murong Mansion, would she not have been taken to the palace and been tossed around?
In the end, he had to bear the consequences of his emotional cowardice.
Miss Luo Yu died. It was the Queen Mother and Zhu Jinyou who killed her. Murong Huaijin could never believe that the once cunning, cute, sunny and intelligent girl would leave this world.
He felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, and it was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
Murong Huaijin didn't know how long he stood there. Li Feng didn't dare to call him. This was the first time Li Feng saw Master Murong so distraught that he seemed like a different person.
During dinner, when Madam Murong sent someone to call for Young Master Murong, Li Feng came over to tell her that Young Master Murong had been standing in his study for hours without saying a word, and that it was useless for anyone to call him. He then handed the letter that Murong Huaijin had dropped to the ground to Madam Murong. Madam Murong opened the letter and glanced at it. Her hands, weathered by time, couldn't help but tremble.
"I can't believe it, I really can't believe it, that such a smart and legendary little girl couldn't escape the cruelty of the royal family. What a pity, what a pity!"
The old lady sighed, asked Li Feng to take good care of the young master, and asked the servants to bring the food to him.
Seventh Miss Murong Jingjing seemed to understand something and asked softly, "Grandmother, is this news about Miss Luo Yu?"
"Miss Luo Yu has passed away."
"Grandma, are you telling the truth?"
Murong Jingjing thought about how she had just been talking about Miss Luo Yu with a stranger during the day, and how come at night, she heard the news that Miss Luo Yu had passed away? What kind of fate was this?
When Li Feng returned to the study, he saw that Master Murong was no longer at the window. He didn't know where he had gone.
Late at night, the early spring drizzle stopped intermittently. Luo Yu bought a pot of wine and sat on the stone steps on the river bank, watching the people on the opposite side setting off fireworks. They were having a lot of fun, and she seemed to enjoy the wine as well.
There were many pedestrians on the road. Adults were holding children's hands and walking on the bustling streets. Each child was holding a different lantern in his hand, with a smile on his face.
The most lively thing is that there are dragon and lion dance teams performing in the streets in a loop. Tanzhou is really a lively city.
Luo Yu's current body was good at drinking. She drank a pot of wine without any discomfort, so she went to the wine shop to buy another pot. On the way, she saw a man selling lanterns and found it very interesting. She thought that since she came to this dynasty, she seemed to have never celebrated any proper festivals. Even the New Year's Eve in the palace made her scared and not happy at all.
"Boss, I want to buy this monkey lantern."
The voice of the person who wanted to buy the monkey lantern with her was actually a man. Luo Yu turned around and saw that it was Murong Huaijin again. This was really an inexplicable fate. She wanted to stay away from him, but why did this man always come near her?
"Then I don't want it, you give it to him." Luo Yu lowered his head, picked up his wine jug and continued to find the place where he had just been to watch the fireworks.
When Murong Huaijin saw Su Xiaoshi, he paused slightly. Why did he always see this girl these days?
He paid for the only monkey lantern and followed Su Xiaoxiao without anyone noticing.
Su Xiaoxiao is very big, not too short, and walks with a swaying gait, like a cute big white goose.
Young Master Murong noticed the small cloth bag she was carrying on one side. There was a girl who once liked to carry this bag on her body. That girl could always take out many small gadgets from the bag.
Thinking of this, Murong felt his eyes blurred. Since he saw the letter, he had only felt heartbroken and uncomfortable, but he had never experienced such a strong surge of emotions.
When he saw Su Xiaoxiao sitting alone on the stone steps by the river, drinking wine and watching the fireworks across the street, he seemed to see Miss Luo Yu, who would be alone after leaving this world. Without the company of Miss Qin and Miss Xia, she must be very lonely.
Thinking of this, he sat down next to Su Xiaoxiao and handed the monkey lantern in his hand to her.
"this is for you."
Luo Yu put down the wine jug from his mouth and looked at him in surprise.
"What are you doing here alone?"
Seeing that she didn't take the lantern, Murong followed her example and placed the lantern in her hand. Without saying anything extra, he looked at the fireworks opposite with a melancholy look, just like her.