Charles returned to the Dragon Temple like crazy, and told Duo Ling ecstatically that Jiang Wuyi was coming back.
Duo Ling saw his expression, and there was pain in his eyes: "How do you know?"
Charles smiled so happily for the first time in ninety years, and shook Duo Ling's sleeve: "Senior sister, I heard it, I heard the dragon chant, it's Jiang Yan! It must be him!"
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became: "Besides, there was always a gap left that day, but it was closed today. Jiang Yan must be coming back!"
The cloud flowers in the Dragon Temple were in full bloom, fluttering and scattered all over the ground, Duo Ling pressed his shoulders, picked off the petals that fell on his head, and said softly: "You were not here just now, there is something... I haven't told you yet .”
Charles was in a good mood, and asked her with a smile, "What's the matter?"
Duo Ling took a deep breath and said: "Just when the vision was born, the Four Elephants Emperor God fell."
Charles' smile froze: "... Fall?"
He blinked, and said with a stiff smile: "He fell, what does this have to do with me...he..."
But he couldn't say any more.
The Sixiang Emperor God is the divine residence in charge of the four spirits, and he will fall only when the four spirits completely disappear.
Charles understood, he had understood this truth back then.
The expression on his face faded, and finally became as cold as ice. Duo Ling just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by him: "Senior Sister."
He raised his head, his eyes were bright red, but his tone was extremely gentle: "I believe him."
Duo Ling's eye circles turned slightly red, and he raised his hand to continue picking off petals for him: "Okay, if you believe him, I will believe him too. We will wait for him to come back together in this Dragon God Temple."
Charles lowered his head and let it be manipulated without saying a word, but compared to the previous vivid appearance, it seemed to have been carved with a mask, like a cold and exquisite stone sculpture.
In the ninety years of waiting for Jiang Yan, Charles did not wait for his lover back, but waited for a deeper layer of despair.
Another ten years of spring and autumn have passed, and there are many more dragon temples in the world today than there were a hundred years ago.
The Dragon God Temple became more dazzling with incense, but the owner of the temple is now seriously fiddling with stone carvings in the mortal world. The statue looks like Jiang Wuyi, wearing a fine attire and a crown on his head. The long sleeves were folded, with an unattainable and indifferent expression.
Charles was indeed in a state of embarrassment. He supervised the craftsmen under the sun, and stared at the construction of the Dragon Temple meticulously.
Now there are more than 3,000 dragon temples in the mortal world, half of which are supervised by him personally.
Ten years was filled with these trifles, which seemed not so difficult, but today is different.
The third day of August.
After today, it will be a hundred years since Jiang Yan left.
Strange to say, the first few years of this hundred years seemed extremely long, but now Charles didn't think it was too slow. The sun rose and set, and age seemed to be just a number, recording some unknown sufferings.
At night, when the artisans left, Charles cooked a bowl of noodles in the simple kitchen, with clear soup and no water, not even an egg.
But he was probably very hungry, but he ate well, and hung more than a dozen lamps in the temple, just like daytime.
And on the table in front of him was the first lamp Zeng Jiang Yan gave him.
Charles seldom took out the things that Jiang Yan personally gave him, for fear of damage, but today, for the first time, he wanted to see the lamp, and took out two pieces of red silk with writing on it.
It can be vaguely seen that the crooked words are his, and the other tightly tied is the wish that Jiang Yan wrote together with him back then.
After all, Charles couldn't help but went to get the red silk back, but he didn't get it in time, the writing on it had long been blurred, and he could vaguely see that there was a line written on it. Such two tattered silks made him Tight baby.
He guessed what was written on the red silk when he had nothing to do, and later guessed that it should be the same wish as his own. After careful comparison, he found that the number of words was almost the same, and he was happy for a long time.
But Yu Hou was disappointed again, so he overturned this speculation angrily, thinking: When Jiang Yan comes back, he must ask exactly what was written.
Now he also turned out the red silk, and when he was lying on the table waiting, he was vaguely looking forward to the sweetheart in the story book who returned after ten years. Now that they have been separated by ten years, they should be enough.
However, Jiang Yan didn't show up until he watched the light and red silk and opened his eyes until dawn.
The artisans returned from outside, and Charles silently put away his things, thinking, all the storybooks are indeed lies.
But he didn't feel disappointed anymore.
Probably because the years of anticipation were so long that he was already used to it. Charles even began to think that a hundred years is actually not that long.
He can continue to wait.
It wasn't until the hot summer months passed, the autumn wind swept away the leaves, and the sky began to snow again, that Charles didn't go to the Mortal Realm to build the Dragon Temple again.
Ye Fan's residence is a good place to watch the snow scenery. Duo Ling built a big house, hired a few goblins as servants, and mentioned the word Ye Mansion in a decent way. Ye Fan ran to him suspiciously and asked: " Mother, why not the Duo Mansion?"
Duo Ling rubbed his curious head: "This is your residence, and I won't live there permanently, so it's naturally Yefu... Wait, where's your little uncle?"
Ye Fan blinked and said, "As soon as he came, he said it was cold outside, so he went back into the house, holding a bunch of brushes and ink, and drawing."
It is said to be painting, but over the years, Charles can only paint one kind of painting, which is the portrait of Jiang Wuyi.
Duo Ling sighed and exhaled a cloud of white mist: "Forget it, let him go, he is also suffering too much."
After suffering for a hundred years, I don't know when it will end.
As for Charles, who was doing portraits in the warm room, he didn't feel too much pain. Instead, he was very happy to outline the portraits meticulously.
If it were a hundred years ago, it would be difficult for him to draw a picture so carefully, let alone a small worm. He would not touch any of these pens, inks, papers and inkstones, but now he has lost his temper. It is said that the painting is exquisite.
And the portraits he drew are also lifelike. The people in the paintings have been fully drawn and engraved, except for a pair of eyes, without using the pen.
Charles always had a weird way of drawing.
For example, now, he is sitting directly on the edge of the table, looking like he could fall off at any time, but he is thinking deeply into the empty eyes on the painting.
After thinking about it for a quarter of an hour, he finally thought of something, and his tone raised slightly.
"I just said something was wrong! Jiang Yan should have me in his eyes!"
After all, he couldn't help laughing.
After a few laughs, he was leaning over to pick up his pen when he suddenly noticed someone approaching him.
Charles' eyes sharpened, and he was about to catch this sneaky person, but suddenly, without warning, he was embraced from behind.
Charles was stunned for a moment, and was about to attack, but felt that the embrace was very familiar, so he stopped his movements suddenly, and then his whole body froze.
The ink from the tip of the pen dripped into Jiang Yan's eyes in the painting, blurring into a deep black.
The people behind held him firmly, and replied in a deep voice to his soliloquy: "There is you."
The familiar and long-lost voice rang in his ears like thunder, but Charles didn't even dare to move.
It took him a long time before he asked in a trembling voice: "...Jiang Yan?"
Jiang Wuyi put his cheek against his neck, tried his best to restrain his emotions and replied softly: "It's me."
Charles still didn't dare to move, he still held a pen in his hand, looking silly.
Seeing him not moving, Jiang Wuyi was about to let go and tell him to turn around, but he heard him scream: "Don't!"
Jiang Wuyi was stunned, but he heard him begging with a strong cry: "Jiang Yan, don't let go, let go, I'm going to wake up again..."
"Cub, it's not a dream."
Jiang Wuyi simply hugged him and turned around, telling him to sit on the table and look at himself clearly, but Charles closed his eyes and held his hand tightly: "I don't want to look! It's like this every time, I always Seeing you, you're going to disappear."
"Jiang Yan, I don't want you to disappear..."
Jiang Wuyi held his face unbearably, and coaxed in a trembling voice: "Zai Zai, open your eyes and look at me. What is in front of you now is the real me, not a dream, and will never disappear again."
At some point, Charles's face was covered with tears. Jiang Wuyi wiped away the tears on his face, grabbed his fingers and intertwined: "I promised you, I did it."
"This time, I didn't lie to you."
"Although it took a long, long time to keep you waiting for so long..."
Jiang Wuyi raised the corners of his lips, but warm tears fell on the back of Charles' hands, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.
The person in front of him really didn't disappear again.
Jiang Yan... is back
Charles felt unable to think, his eyes widened, and he even felt in a trance that he was still in a dream. It was not until Jiang Wuyi leaned over and kissed his lips that he fully awakened his consciousness.
Lips and tongues intertwined, tender and deep.
Snow was still falling outside the window, fluttering and falling, and the blue lines on the two wrists that had severed their connection for a hundred years finally flickered again. The blue lines were entwined, and little fluorescent lights were scattered around, floating with each other's heartbeat.
His Jiang Yan really came back...
It wasn't until the breaths of the two were completely blended that Jiang Wuyi separated slightly, put his forehead on his forehead, hugged his lost lover tightly, and whispered softly: "Zai Zai, don't be afraid."
"I said that I will definitely come back. As long as you are still here, you will guide me back."
When I no longer love you, my soul will disappear, neither past life nor future life.
Love never dies, so I live forever.
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