There is probably no one who does not like to listen to love stories.
Especially, when a man with abstinence and indifference speaks out serious love words lightly, it really... makes people feel as if they are drunk.
The carriage was shaking slightly, Ling Zhen was held in Wei Xi's arms, his chin rested on his shoulder, his heart was sweet and hot.
Half a year ago, Ling Zhen would still be afraid of this man's crazy paranoia, but now, it seems that they have finally divorced from the content of that book. He's not some blackened villain, and she's not some stupid female supporting role.
They were just mortals in love, and she was willing to be held in his palm.
The Ferris wheel slowly completed a circle, Ling Zhen took Wei Xi's hand and jumped off. Then she raised her face, blinked at him, and said nothing.
Wei Xi squeezed her hand: "Want to sit still?"
Ling Zhen rolled his eyes.
Wei Xi smiled lightly, and took her hand: "Then sit again."
They took the last round, and when the two got off, the Ferris wheel was about to close.
Ling Zhen and Wei Xi walked home slowly.
The road has been walked countless times, and she knows every street lamp and every tree. I have lived in this city for a long time, and even the air makes people feel close. Now that I think about it, it is the fairy palace in Yunyu Mountain that has faded away in my memory, and I can't remember it clearly.
This is probably the sense of belonging, right? Ling really thought that this person beside her, and everything she was familiar with, gave her a sense of belonging.
Mr. Wen has lived here for so long, but he still hasn't developed a nostalgia for this world. Probably... I haven't been able to meet such a person. The master has always taught her that the seven emotions and six desires are all common things, and immortals have only Tao and no emotion.
It can be seen that I have seen the happiness of the world of mortals, how can I still want to taste the hardships of Xianmen.
Ling Zhen finally saw himself clearly.
She is just a little vulgar thing who fell into the trap of the world of mortals.
But fortunately, someone under the trap followed her.
And she likes the one who set the trap.
…
Time went back to the rainy night a few days ago.
In the barren hills in the southwestern border, the night rain is like beans, washing away the loose soil on the hillside, which is already crumbling. And down the slope, there was a shadowy figure standing there!
The man was motionless, but there was a faint glow on his body.
After a long time, the soil slope finally couldn't stand the force of the water flow, and began to slide down rumblingly. The mud flow rolled gravel and gravel, roared and rushed towards the thin figure, swallowing him in the blink of an eye!
But the next moment, a strong cyan light suddenly pierced out of the torrential countercurrent, galloping towards a certain direction—
The light seemed to have broken some invisible boundary, even passed through the gap of time and space, distorted for a moment at the end of the black sky, and then disappeared.
But that ray of light didn't really disappear. It flew from night to day, and the flow of time was changing accordingly. A few days had passed in the earth and human world left behind by it.
The light passed through the layers of clouds all the way, galloping non-stop, and broke through the dark blue glazed Nantian Gate.
Then, only a faint "live" was heard, and the blue light suddenly stopped, landed, and turned into a figure.
Wen Zichu stabilized his figure and let out a long breath.
Finally home.
It was his master Yuanxu who spoke just now. At this moment, the white-haired old man was sitting in mid-air, looking at the people on the ground indifferently.
It took a while for Wen Zichu to come back to his senses, then half-kneeled down, cupped his hands and said, "This disciple is stupid, and finally returned after suffering."
Master Yuanxu snorted coldly: "It's absurd that my chief apprentice, Yuanxu, was trapped in the Little Thousand World for so long!"
Wen Zichu's body had been replaced with the white robes he was used to wearing, and his hair on the temples had become the same as before. He smiled wryly, recalling his experience of wearing a book, it was really hard to describe.
Yuanxu Daoist said again: "Could it be that you were fascinated by the mundane world of mortals, lingering and forgetting to return, don't you want to come back?"
Wen Zichu was taken aback, and denied it: "Master misunderstood, how can there be anything in the mortal world..."
He wanted to say, there is nothing worth nostalgic in the world.
But, really not
Wen Zichu's handsome face was blank for a moment, and a woman's warm and bright smile inexplicably came to mind. In his so many years of mortal life, it seems that only she has left a clear color. Because that person is like the most blooming flower in April in the world, always full of vigorous vitality.
But... the flower branch has been broken by his own hands.
Wen Zichu lowered his head slightly: "The disciple knows his mistake."
Master Yuanxu taught a few more words, "The heart of Taoism must be pure", "Don't disturb your practice because of mortal experiences", Wen Zichu said yes one by one.
At this time, not far behind him, another voice sounded.
"Disciple of Yuanxu, in that little thousand world, who else did you meet?"
Wen Zichu followed the voice and saw that it was an old man with white eyebrows. That person is holding a fly whisk in his hand, with an immortal demeanor and unfathomable cultivation, he is Master's good friend Lingxu Daoist.
He paused in his heart, and suddenly remembered that this real Lingxu... is Ling Zhen's ancestor.
Lingxu brushed off the dust and looked over meaningfully: "There is also a fool in this seat who has disappeared, did he go to the same place as you?"
A little sweat broke out on Wen Zichu's palm.
He left four words for Ling Zhen, telling her to decide whether to stay or not, not wanting her choice to affect her. Because he knew that Ling Zhen was different from him, she had an inseparable bond in that world.
Wen Zichu's face was calm, and he replied loudly: "I think it's not such a coincidence, the younger generation has never met before."
"Oh—" Lingxu twirled his beard. The real man's eyes were full of coercion, passing over Wen Zichu's body inch by inch, as if he could see everything clearly. After a long time, he smiled lightly.
"My apprentice has been very smart since she was a child, but I... miss her a little."
After a few days of peace and stability, Ling Zhen's mood gradually recovered.
The Oriental Song and Dance Troupe finally recovered from the grief of losing Wen Zichu, only to realize that they hadn't had time to celebrate Ling Zhen winning the championship of this year's competition.
So after a week of suspension, the head of the group organized another dinner to remember Mr. Wen and congratulate Ling Zhen for such an impressive and dazzling achievement, so as to boost the morale of the whole group.
Ling Zhen is not yet 24 years old this year, younger than Wen Zichu when he won the championship. The title of national champion was held on her head. So far, among the dancers of the same age in China, no one has been able to stand on her head.
The time for the solo flight that Mr. Wen said at the beginning has arrived.
Ling Zhen told Gu Xiaomeng and Song Ling about her future plans. They were very reluctant, but they also supported her decision. After all, staying in the regiment is indeed of no help to Ling Zhen.
"Sister Zhenzhen, don't worry, we will hug your thigh after you get along!"
Ling Zhen smiled: "Okay, give me hugs as you like."
The matter of the personal dance studio has to be considered in the long run, but she goes to the dance company less and spends more time at home.
If she doesn't stay up in bed in the morning, she can get up and make breakfast, finish eating with Wei Xi, and then he goes to work.
That day, Ling Zhen saw Wei Xi standing with a tie on his tie, and his mind moved. He walked over and took the black tie from him.
Wei Xi leaned against the shoe cabinet with a loose expression on his back, with his hands on her waist, and let her fiddle with the tie casually.
Every time Ling Zhen saw Wei Xi wearing a tie, his heart would itch. His fingers were cold and white with sharp knuckles, and the dark black or dark blue tie was inexplicably alluring.
She also secretly learned how to tie a tie online, but she still struggled to tie it in practice.
"Is that how you do it, wear it here?"
Wei Xi lowered his eyes, not in a hurry, he hugged her and taught her slowly: "Well, pull out that end."
After finally tying the tie crookedly, Ling Zhen realized that it was not as good as Wei Xi with his eyes closed, so he tidied it carefully again, and finally it looked like it.
She raised her head, bent her lips and smiled: "It's all right."
Wei Xi hugged her and leaned against him, sniffing the faint fragrance behind her ear: "Why are you so caring today?"
"I see it's written like this in other people's books," Ling Zhen hugged his neck, "When the domineering president goes to work, someone else has to tie his tie."
Wei Xi raised his eyebrows: "What book?"
Ling Zhen was serious: ""Fleeing Love: I'm the Overlord's Little Wife"."
Wei Xi was silent for a moment, then raised her chin and rubbed her fingertips: "Little wife?"
Ling Zhen blushed, but still put his arms around his neck, leaned forward and kissed him twice.
"Okay, you can go to work."
The man chuckled.
"Which Spanish restaurant are you going to eat at night?" Wei Xi pushed open the door, turned around and asked her, "The one you said you wanted to go to earlier."
Ling Zhen's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
Wei Xi raised his hand and rubbed the tip of her chin.
She was standing in the porch, with the light behind her back, wearing a soft cotton home dress, and her loose hair looked very good. She would stay at home all day, waiting for him to get off work, and then they would go to a favorite restaurant together.
It is the daily life of an ordinary couple.
But for some reason, Wei Xi took an extra look at her inexplicably.
Ling Zhen opened his eyes: "Huh?"
"It's nothing." Wei Xi came back to his senses and stroked the top of her hair, "I'll be back early at night."
Ling Zhen smiled: "Okay."
She really had nothing to do all day. She cleaned the room and watered the newly bought flowers at home. Because I was thinking about the big meal at night, I also ate casually at noon.
After watching a few dance videos in the afternoon, time passed slowly in the evening, and Wei Xi should be back soon.
She got up from the sofa, just about to look at the watch on the wall, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Ling Zhen jumped for no reason.
She walked to the door of the room and heard the voice of the courier boy outside the door: "Hello, here is your courier, did you sign for it?"
Ling Zhen didn't buy anything online, and Wei Xi didn't even have this habit. She replied vigilantly, "Okay, just leave it at the door."
The courier brother put down the things and left. Ling Zhen looked through the cat's eyes for a long time, and after making sure there was nothing strange, he opened the door a little and brought in the courier.
It's a small cardboard box, but it's very heavy. I don't know what's in it.
Ling Zhen looked up and down, but couldn't guess what it was. But her gaze casually swept across the sending address, and she suddenly froze—
It was the province where Wen Zichu died!
Ling Zhen's heart was empty, and then his heart beat suddenly quickened.
She found a pocket knife from a drawer and cut the tape off the box. It's crudely stuffed with some foam, with... a rock in the middle.
It seemed to be some kind of jade, Ling Zhen took it out and found a crack on the surface of the stone.
This is what Teacher Wen left for her? What does Teacher Wen want to convey to her
Ling Zhen could feel that there was an aura she was very familiar with hidden in this stone.
That was not Wen Zichu's breath.
like... like...
From the moment he held the stone, Ling Zhen's heart beat faster and faster, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if something had locked her and was calling her. Anxiety grows and grows—
"Crack!"
She heard the sound of something breaking, very close.
Ling Zhen searched around in a panic, not the jade in his hand, nor the furniture at home. The sound was very close, so close... as if something had shattered on her.
She was startled suddenly, and lowered her head to look at the chain around her neck.
——The cold Lingzhu hanging on the collarbone had a thin line of cracks on its surface.
Ling Zhen's hands were shaking a little, he tore off the chain, and looked carefully.
The broken marks on the Lingzhu are exactly the same as the... on the jade in his hand.
Ling Zhen vaguely realized something, this time he really panicked. With trembling hands, she picked up her cell phone and called Wei Xi.
The answer over there was quick: "Hungry? I'll be right there."
When Ling Zhen heard his voice, he endured it for two seconds, but he still let out a sob when he opened his mouth, "Wei Xi..."
There was a second of silence on the other side, and then the voice changed: "What's wrong?"
"Come back soon, Wei Xi," Ling Zhen held the Lingzhu tightly, "I'm so scared..."
Twenty minutes by car, Wei Xi arrived home in ten minutes.
As soon as he entered, Ling Zhen rushed over and plunged into his arms, trembling with shock.
Wei Xi's face was very heavy, and he carried her into the house: "What's the matter, huh? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The person in his arms was hot all over, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blinded by the heat, as if he had a fever, and he had already started talking nonsense.
"Wei Xi—I'm telling you, I'm telling you," Ling Zhen grabbed his clothes, feeling drowsy, "I'm not from here..."
"I, woo woo, I don't want to leave you..."
Wei Xi reached out and touched her forehead, it was terribly hot.
His face became darker, and he put her on the sofa, then got up, and wanted to go to the room to get her a coat: "Good boy, let's go to the hospital."
The moment he let go of her, Ling Zhen reached out helplessly to grab her, but only his fingertips touched the hem of his clothes.
"Wei Xi, if—"
At this moment, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in the night sky at the end of September without warning! It was like a condescending warning issued by the gods of the distant heaven.
The thunder drowned out the girl's words, and after the resounding, the room fell silent.
… deathly silence.
Wei Xi seemed to realize something suddenly, and turned around abruptly.
But the house was empty.
she is gone.
The author has something to say: Hold on tight! ! ! We are Cookies! !
The fundamental problem of Little Fairy has been laying the groundwork for so long, and it must be solved, don't be afraid! ! (Xizi’s mother held a handful of candy and said so
(Okay, I think there will still be people who are afraid, so I will send out small red envelopes today!!!
(Then the next chapter will be tomorrow 555 I have to review, love you TAT