fear.
For her and him.
His fear came from not being sure about the correct birth date of Red Bean. How old was she when she was found? Three years old? Four years old? Faced with a babbling baby, how can you say anything
Hongdou has a fictitious age and date of birth, which Shi Yanguan meticulously asked for her, a character that does not belong to her but is rich and noble. She is fifteen years old, and it is also known to everyone. He never cared about her at first. The difference between one and two years is only a small difference in life. Why bother
But Red Bean is different. Counting one year less means her life expectancy will be reduced by another year; adding one more year means she still has one more year to share with him...
Bai Yunhe put down the pen in his hand irritably, and looked at the flower-shaped peony on the rice paper. Gently rubbing it off, washing the tip of the pen, spreading out another piece of paper, unintentionally pulling the sleeve, the ochre-colored liquid rippling from the tip of the pen swayed, dripping onto the center of the paper, and spreading.
If blood is like tears, it is also like a red bean with a blurred image...
He frowned. Could it be that he can only sketch his anger here, and continue to waste time and her life like this, without actually changing the situation
He counted day after day in fear, letting time slip through his fingers. In front of her, he had to pretend to be calm, his every move was closely related to Hongdou's thoughts, and she was conscientious; he was careful, pretending to look away from each other in front of each other, but it was actually just a ridiculous deception.
"Damn it!" He uttered a foul language, sweeping away the mess of bad papers on the table.
"You're irritable." The sneering cold words came, and Yan Luo, who stood by the door for a while, broke his emotions.
"I know." Bai Yunhe knew himself better than him, "Put away your annoying smile."
Yama slowly walked around the study, picked a good seat and sat down, crossed his slender legs, and poured tea for himself.
"Before I came, someone had been peeping outside the door for a while, didn't you notice?" Yan Luo sniffed the tea and drank it.
"When is there a bunch of idle people waiting in the gate of the King of Hell? You, King of Hell, should really review." Bai Yunhe sneered bitterly, and the irritability in his heart made him lose his calm and self-control.
"It's not a bunch, it's one. The one who is the most leisurely in Hell's Sect."
"Red Bean?" Is she spying on him
"She's scared." Yan Luo said bluntly, the green eagle eyes belonging to the alien fell on Bai Yunhe, "Especially the more irritable and unstable you are, the more afraid she is."
"You know?" Bai Yunhe asked in surprise.
"A few punches to enjoy the wind and clothes, are you afraid that you won't get the reason for your weirdness?" Yan Luo smiled lightly. Bai Yun must have underestimated his ability as the King of Hell.
"So what if you know? I am as proud as you, as domineering as you, but I still can't do anything." Bai Yunhe put down his pen and had no intention of drawing again.
Yan Luo twisted his fingers as if nothing had happened, ignoring Bai Yunhe's ridicule. He actually had no kinship with Hongdou, his daughter, and was just a false name at best.
"Take her out of Hell's Gate. You know that there are too many people and feelings here that can't be let go, which will only make her more cranky. She has to force a smile to deal with it, but she can't suppress the sadness that she needs to leave eventually. Why? Do the best for you and her, I believe you have the bottom line - I don't want to go crazy with a Niu Gengjie, and then another Bai Yunhe."
Yan Luo's words made Bai Yunhe more determined to leave with Hongdou. It's time to think about her, let her open her mind in a broad field of vision, and leave her sadness behind. As far as her wings can fly, he will accompany her to fly as far as she can; if she is unable to fly again, he will still hold on to her wings and support her with his own strength.
The day before he decided to leave, he softly asked her for her opinion.
"Five years later, I will take you back to Hell's Gate. During this period, let you be completely exclusive to me, and let me have it exclusively, okay?"
She nodded without any hesitation, and packed her simple burden. In the early morning of the next day, when the sun broke through the clouds, Li Ying slowly disappeared in front of the crimson gate of Hell's Gate.
Red Bean looked back reluctantly.
Gradually walking, walking further and further away, there is no trace of the mansion covered by the mist at all.
"We will come back again, together." Bai Yunhe saw through her thoughts and whispered softly against her ear.
That's right, she told herself that she would come back alive, and then let the little godfather who was angry that they left without saying goodbye first reprimanded them with a thunderous roar, and might fight with the second uncle...
Then, with the pain of baring his teeth and grinning, the little godfather with a black beard will laugh proudly and hug her tenderly, and gently say to her - welcome home.
***
Their footprints traveled all over the Central Plains, and they even reached the border of Miaojiang to visit Niu Gengjie. Knowing that her relatives were well, her slightly haggard pink face was dyed with joy.
After two years of wandering in search of seclusion, he walked through every grass and tree with his steps, and visited every lake and mountain with his figure, but one day, when he was about to enjoy the lotus flowers, he received the bad consumption of the destruction of the Gate of Hell. .
Collapsing and collapsing, the gate of Hell on the rivers and lakes is frightened.
Even the great godfather, Yan Luo, whom she regarded as a strong man, was unable to hold it down with his tough arms.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, when the two rushed back to the gate of the King of Hell, only the empty city that left Zhu Rong burned to the ground, the knife mark and sword carving destroyed the former homeland, the life and death of Yan Luo fell off the cliff, and Shi Yanguan escaped the pursuit of the officers and soldiers. Searching for the whereabouts of the missing Yama, Bai Wuchang pity me is the only Dharma protector who is behind bars.
You can't save the dead, you can't save the living.
After Bai Yunhe learned about Bai Wuchang's situation, he led Hongdou to Luoyang and let the servants greet him in front of a magnificent mansion.
He said, this is the only chance to save pity on me.
"My nephew!" An amiable old man in his early fifties, dressed in a brocade robe, was delighted to see Bai Yun closed his body, with a look of complete joy and love on his face.
Seven years ago, Bai Yunhe helped him solve an unsolved case, not only to keep his official position, but also to win him the name of Qingtian.
"Master Jiang." Bai Yunhe smiled lightly.
"Sit, sit. Come, please come out with the second lady and the young lady. Quickly, serve tea." ** Feng hurriedly ordered the servant. "If Feng'er knew that her big brother Yun was visiting, she would be ecstatic."
Feng'er? Big Brother Yun? Hongdou's spirit was instantly refreshed, and he showed an inquiring look.
Bai Yun smiled without answering, not ignoring the doubts in Hongdou's eyes.
"Big Brother Yun!" A female voice like a silver bell rang out, and a beautiful woman with a beautiful face appeared in the hall. Yun's temples were slightly disordered and her breath was light, which showed her eagerness to meet the young daughter's mentality.
Behind her, followed by a graceful and luxurious woman.
"Long time no see." Bai Yun nodded, with no emotion on his face other than a smile.
"You... you're here..." Jiang Feng bit his lower lip slightly, showing his coquettish expression.
"I have something to ask Master Jiang." Bai Yunhe said straightly.
Jiang Feng lowered her pretty face in disappointment, her eyes turned and landed on Hongdou's face, which was full of suspicion.
"Who are you?" Jiang Feng asked coquettishly, the woman occupying Big Brother Yun's side was equal to a rival in love!
"Who are you?" Hongdou was not to be outdone.
"Stay away from my big brother Yun!"
Drink! Call first, win first
"I just wanted to tell you to stay away from my 'husband'." She emphasized the word husband very hard.
Satisfied, she saw the Jiaojiao girl let out a sigh of coldness, turned and threw herself into the arms of the lady behind her, crying so sadly. "Second Mother..."
"My nephew, don't you know that Feng'er has been waiting for you? Which daughter is this girl? When did you know him?" ** Feng shrewdly looked at Hongdou, knowing that what appeared in his eyes was the question of her identity.
"Jiang Ye, you scared my wife. You know my wife, Jiang Ye. I mentioned it to you. Hongdou, don't lose your courtesy." Bai Yun hugged Hongdou's shoulders, avoiding the exploration of the ** peak. Hongdou grimaced at the old man in Baiyun's arms.
"Red bean? Is that the little orphan girl you picked up?" Jiang Feng raised her head from Er Niang's arms and shouted.
The sharp question angered Hongdou, especially the three words of the little orphan girl made her even more angry.
"I'm not a little orphan! I have a father who loves me, and a husband who loves me!" Humph! It's better for you to be jealous!
"you… "
"Feng'er, shut up! Niang Yun, take Feng'er back to the room. Come on, take Mrs. Bai to the wing to rest." * Feng frowned. On the one hand, he couldn't bear to see his daughter's gaffe; Difference.
Hongdou pouted, and Baiyun returned her a reassuring smile, asking her to retreat with the servant.
"Nephew, she is not worthy of you." ** Feng said without any hesitation. Bai Yunhe is gentle and elegant, but his wife looks like an immature and rude girl.
"I'm not here to talk to Lord Jiang about my wife." Bai Yunhe easily returned to the topic.
"Tell me, what do you want?" ** Feng sipped his tea and sighed regretfully. He once thought that if he could match Feng'er to Bai Yunhe, he would be a good son-in-law and a helper, but it was a pity that Bai Yunhe was never attracted to Feng'er.
"It is said that a few days ago, Lord Jiang, your love life made a great contribution to destroying the Demon Sect of Hell?" Bai Yunhe asked straight to the point. ** Feng did not understand his relationship with the King of Hell, and thought he was just a gentle and refined scholar.
"You said Bu Yun? That's right, there is such a thing. Although there is a fly in the ointment, the devil of the Hell's Sect has not been caught, but it is still a great achievement." ** Feng Fushu said with a smile. Although he retired from officialdom three years ago, there are countless people who have been promoted through his hands. Among them, he is most proud of Long Buyun, who is known as the Jagged God.
"Not caught? I heard that a woman was caught, right?" Bai Yunhe asked calmly.
"Dumb! I can't force a confession, I can't detect my identity, I can't kill it, and I can't let it go."
"The next is coming for her."
"For her? My nephew, I'm confused by this. Do you know someone from the King of Hell?" ** Feng raised his eyebrows and asked.
Bai Yunhe chuckled, "That girl's boudoir name takes pity on me, she has had several relationships with her, and her brother was a savior. A few months ago, the girl who took pity on me disappeared near the lakeside of her house, and her family was so anxious that they couldn't find it. It was expected that a few months later, her beloved daughter would be imprisoned for the crime of the King of Hell. She had been kidnapped by the Demon Sect earlier, and no matter what kind of embarrassment she suffered, she finally hoped for officers and soldiers to save her life, but inexplicably became a criminal. Lord, you’re a weak woman, don’t teach people to be submissive and useless to accuse someone of the demon sect, there’s no grievance.” Bai Yun combined a long series of lies to export without any flaws.
"This..." ** Feng paused, "Why didn't she say it?"
"Did you believe the officials? If you still have doubts about what you said today, you can send someone to Dongjun's house in Bianjing City to investigate and ask if there is a lady of the Jun family who has been missing for several months." Everything is perfect, not to mention the Jun family, even if he pitys me as a princess, he can still teach people to find out the flaws.
"Okay, I'll send someone to investigate. If it's really wrong, I'll let Bu Yun let him go."
"Not only let people go, but also have to ask Jiang Ye to take the eight-person sedan back to Jun's house, which is considered to save the reputation of Jun's family lady." Bai Yun's shrewd smile naturally converged in his heart.
"It's no problem. Now, can we talk about your wife again?" He still didn't give up on Bai Yunhe, the hard-earned son-in-law.
"Row."
Let the horse come over, he will take the call.
***
Hongdou finally had a new understanding of what would happen if he had a husband who was too good. She also understands what negotiation is, probably like now. Jiaojiao girl put her hands on her hips and showed her off from the day she was in love with Bai Yunhe. Her words were clear, every sentence was bloody and tearful.
First there is a Fengshangyi, and then there is a charming girl, the second uncle is really suitable for both men and women, and it is suitable for all ages.
"Then Big Brother Yun smiled at me very tenderly, that smile..." chirping, chirping...
Red Bean gave her a lazy look. Jiao Jiao Nv has known the second uncle for seven years, and now she is talking about the first time they met, and there are still six years, eleven months and more than 20 days to continue... Why hasn't the second uncle come back
"So that day, I decided to love him..." chirping, chirping...
Hongdou put her hands on her cheeks and focused on Madam Jiang, who was always by the side of Jiaojiao and sat quietly embroidering. If she remembered correctly, Jiaojiao called her "Second Mother".
She is so young, she seems to be in her early thirties, graceful and beautiful, and her natural charm makes people unable to take their eyes off her.
Noticing the concentration of her gaze, Mrs. Jiang raised her eyes to meet Hongdou, revealing a smile like a graceful lady in a painting scroll.
So gentle; like the warm sun on a cold day, dazzling but not hot.
"Hey! Are you listening to me!" Jiaojiao finally realized that Hongdou was inattentive, and the embarrassment of being ignored made her reach out and push Hongdou.
Hongdou managed to stabilize her body, her anger was no smaller than her, "Listen! Listen to what? Listen to how you fall in love with 'my husband'? Listen to how you drool at 'my husband'?"
"You!" Jiaojiao raised her hand.
Madam Jiang hurriedly stood between the two lionesses who were fighting for meat, and softly persuaded: "Feng'er, no, she is the wife of Young Master Bai."
"She's not worthy! She's just a wild girl without a mother's education!" The Jiaojiao girl said nothing, she didn't want to stab Hongdou, but she couldn't take it back when she said it.
A cold frost flashed in the red bean fire eyes. It hurts! Stepping on her pain, and keep pouring salt? ! Even if she was really uneducated and unsupported, it would be impossible for a rich, noble and charming girl to speak up!
Humiliation, dissatisfaction, and anger mixed into an intuitive reaction, and a hot palm was about to fall on Jiaojiao's face.
"Mrs. Bai, I'm sorry! It's my misconduct. Please don't blame Feng'er." Madam Jiang blocked it. She saw the stubborn tears in Hongdou's eyes and felt inexplicably distressed.
"I don't forgive her!" Hongdou shouted, "Why do you ask for forgiveness from others after saying hurtful words so easily?!"
"Mrs. Bai..." Madam Jiang begged.
"What happened?" After ** Feng and Bai Yunhe finished their conversation in the front hall, when they heard the servant mention that the young lady swept into the guest room angrily, the situation in front of them was confused as soon as they stepped in the door.
"Master, Young Master Bai... Yes, Feng'er said something wrong and offended Madam Bai." Madam Jiang gave Bai Yunhe a guilty look.
"Red beans?" Bai Yunhe called to his little wife who bowed her head and said nothing.
Hongdou held back her tears, bit her lip, and didn't allow herself to be embarrassed in front of everyone.
After a short silence, Hongdou hoarsely whispered: "I'm not a wild girl that no one wants! My mother wants me! She just... just forgot that I was waiting for her! If I keep waiting, she will definitely come back to pick her up. Me! She won't want me!" The slightly urgent statement was mixed with her breathless sentences, "I didn't finish eating the bunch of candied haws. If I finish eating obediently, my mother will come and pick me up... "In the end, her sentences were scattered and she couldn't cry, and the whole person let Bai Yunhe hug her into her arms.
"It seems that Mr. Jiang doesn't welcome Bai and his wife. To put it bluntly, why should you let Miss Feng hurt my wife?" Bai Yunhe stared at the three of them coldly, and his icy tone taught Jiang's father and daughter to tremble.
"Feng'er is still young, so it's inevitable that he doesn't speak properly—" ** Feng defended her daughter.
"In terms of age, Hongdou is younger than Miss Feng, Madam Jiang, isn't it?" Bai Yunhe suddenly asked Madam Jiang, who was pale and pretty, making Madam Jiang even more at a loss.
What did he see? Madam Jiang clenched her sleeves tightly, avoiding Bai Yun's clear eyes.
"Master Jiang, I hope you can do all the things you promised Bai. I'm bothering you, it's inconvenient to stay with my wife for a long time-"
"Wait, wait..." A trembling voice interrupted Bai Yunhe's words. Mrs. Jiang raised her eyes to meet Bai Yunhe, and murmured, "Young Master Bai, please stay for one night, and ask your husband and daughter to make amends... Okay?" There was a silent request in her eyes, and she still had confusion and wanted to answer it through him.
"I don't want to stay..." Hongdou's muffled voice came from his chest, she didn't like it here!
"Young Master Bai..." Madam Jiang spoke again, begging me anxiously.
Bai Yunhe whispered a few words in Hongdou's ear, and after a while, Hongdou nodded.
In a tasteless Hongmen feast, the red beans and grasses left the venue early due to physical discomfort.
Although ** Feng and Jiang Feng were full of sincerity during the banquet, they did nothing to help the wounds that had been caused. Madam Jiang was absent-minded thoughtfully all night, until the banquet broke up, and she stopped Bai Yunhe's footsteps on the garden lake pavilion.
"When did you know?" After hesitating for a long time, Mrs. Jiang was the first to break the deadlock and get straight to the point.
"Tonight. I didn't expect you to be her mother." If it wasn't for Madam Jiang's abnormal behavior, he wouldn't have noticed anything unusual.
"She seems to be doing well... Her name is Hongdou?" Mrs. Jiang asked timidly, chewing on her name repeatedly.
"Um."
"Thank you for adopting her." She thanked her sincerely, "I know that I deserve to die because of my sin, and abandoned her childishly, but I... I have a last resort... "
In the year she was pregnant with her, she was just a young girl with a name of fourteen. She was ignorant of the dangers in the world, but the nurse in the house humiliated her innocence. Because of this child who shouldn't exist, she was scolded by her parents, and the vicious words and eyes of everyone embarrassed and sneered. In the end, she could only compromise and become the side room of the **** peak, and she will be called after her parents insisted. "Niangniang"'s doll was maliciously abandoned on the street.
Her sorrow did not move Bai Yunhe like an iceman. He leaned on the stone lion, his eyes fell on the black ink-like lake at night, and his voice could not hear the emotion.
"A last resort, so you can ruthlessly deceive her, let her wait silly, hope silly, and freeze to death on the street? It is a last resort, so you give up a life and let her fend for itself?" Bai Yunhe sneered With a sound, his eyes became colder and colder, "What a last resort." Sounds great!
If no one retrieved the red beans back then, she would have turned into a ghost in the snow early, and it is not clear why she died.
Madam Jiang was speechless, bowed her neck silently, and said after a while, "Let me make up for her..."
"From the day you left her, you lost this qualification." He didn't give her the slightest chance.
"Please, let me make up for her! She will forgive me..." Mrs. Jiang fell to her knees and sobbed. "She is expecting me to go back and look for her, Mr. Bai, can't you hear it? She wants me to be my mother!"
"That's right. She still wants you, but you don't want her. In that snowstorm, you didn't look back." He once sent someone to stop at Yueyu in Bianjing, hoping that Wa'er's mother would find her conscience and come back again. She went to the disposal site, but she didn't come back, so she wanted to let the baby freeze to death in the snow.
She has lost her right to be a mother.
"With her or without her, what difference does it make to you? With her, can you recognize it? How do you tell her what kind of state of mind you hold her hand, and tell her to stay alone in the snow, only Give Bo Qiu, let her tremble and support her shaky cold body, just to wait for a mother who doesn't want her?! You can let go of the comfortable and wealthy life now, and tell ** Feng how you treated you back then Your own flesh and blood? ** Feng can accept this sudden daughter? Mrs. Jiang, you are a smart person, and you know that maintaining the status quo is the best solution for you and her." Bai Yunhe's contemptuous and angry eyes came from her. His face moved to the sky with a bright moon.
The reunion of the full moon people is not necessarily a happy ending.
"I understand..." she whispered. She will never be able to recognize her cruelly unwanted daughter...
Madam Jiang cried and turned around to leave, but let Bai Yun snort and stop.
"Mrs. Jiang, do you remember her birthday when you abandoned her?"
"I can't remember... I only roughly remember that it was four years old."
"Really? Walk slowly, no more." He didn't turn around and heard the sound of footsteps leaving.
Cut off her extravagant thoughts and quench her desires, because she is not worthy of the family affection of Hongdou.
The wind blew up his white robe, and it fluttered like waves, just like the blizzard that came along with the storm, chilling his face and freezing the sigh in his eyes.
Originally, he only came to save Bai Wuchang, but this incident was unexpectedly involved, which he did not expect.
Back in the guest room, Hongdou stared blankly at the flickering candlelight in front of the table, the pulsating light imprinted on the small heart-shaped face, and he didn't even notice when he was standing behind him.
"Why don't you add more clothes?" He took out a coat and put it on her shoulders.
"Second Primary - Yunhe." Hongdou pouted, and the title was changed immediately.
Bai Yunhe raised his eyebrows, "Have you changed your tongue?" He thought that he would never hear these two words come out of her mouth in this life.
Of course, when a rival in love appears, we can no longer just call him the second uncle! Everyone else has been shouting "Big Brother Yun" sweetly! The sense of urgency made her determined to abandon her modesty—whether or not—to monopolize his attention!
"Recite daily, recite every night, recite while eating, recite while sleeping, recite while awake, recite while you're asleep, it's a long time ago." She jumped up on him, hooking her legs around his waist, as she said before. It was the posture of hugging her godfather when she was a little girl, no matter how ugly it was.
"Hongdou, a good girl can't be so rude." Besides, she probably didn't know how much spark this would arouse in a man.
"I'm not a good girl, I'm a good lady." She randomly printed rouge on his face, declaring her "territory".
"Yes, my good lady." He responded to her sudden enthusiasm and sucked her small mouth.
She muttered between his warm lips, as if to herself. "You can't like others now, you are mine now."
She does not ask extravagantly. Between her short fate, please let her selfishly monopolize this tenderness, which only belongs to her Baiyunhe.
"For the rest of your life." He replied softly, "As long as you want."
Hongdou nestled in the white cloud and closed her shoulders, "I'm so self-willed, don't I?"
"Your willfulness is our pet."
He could easily understand every thought that flashed in her mind, her every move, even a small frown and sigh, he could see through.
"I've been thinking lately, if I had met you before the fifth life, maybe I wouldn't have ruined the happiness of the seventh life so foolishly." She played with his temple hair, circled her fingers, and put her ear to him. Shoulder socket.
"How do you say? Am I not worth it?" He feigned anger and gave her a sad look at her abandoned husband.
Hongdou kissed and bit him, "It's not, you deserve it. If I have stupid thoughts in that world, you will surely persuade me rationally and not let me make any 'harmful' decisions to future generations, and say when necessary. Maybe he will teach my little Zun Rang a lesson." He would not let her close her eyes with regret;
"Injustice! I have never hit you since I was a child." Bai Yunhe said innocently. The responsibility of teaching children has always fallen on Yanguan, and he and Geng Jie are only responsible for playing white faces.
"Yes, you are only responsible for drinking tea and muttering a word or two casually; 'Yanguan, children should be taught patiently, and it's fine to hit three or four sticks.' Godfather has to make up for the three or four sticks you mentioned." She imitated Bai Yunhe's tone and movements, and learned five images.
"Remember?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Of course, remember what you said and what you did." She smiled charmingly.
She let go of the raging shellfish and still clings to him, thinking that she will stick to him and get tired of him all her life until he gets bored. The itinerary is just a passerby, unwilling to make more stops, and then spreads its wings to another wider sky.
***
The sky is clear and blue and boundless - no clouds.
The whole sky is clear and indigo, but it is also more lonely.
She hates the sky without clouds. Clouds are his incarnation, and every flower is his shadow. She often stares at the sky in a daze, waiting for every white cloud that comes downwind...
She loosened her blue silk to accompany the wind, adding ink to the wind, wisps of...
Eyes staring into the distance.
"What are you looking at?" A pair of arms stretched out from behind and surrounded her, hooking her far-flung consciousness.
"Clouds, here we come." She pointed to the white clouds brought by the wind, and the multicolored ropes he personally tied around his wrists appeared as the sleeves slipped.
Every year on the Dragon Boat Festival, according to the custom, he weaves red, yellow, blue, white, and black silk threads into silk bracelets, whichever is the meaning—to ward off evil and avoid diseases, and the life is long like a thread. This small silk bracelet is also known as "longevity thread". ” or “Life Extension”.
Four years have passed, and four silk bracelets are fastened around her wrist.
When he tied each silk bracelet, he sincerely prayed for her to prolong her life. Every thread and every ring was accompanied by his strong voice, and he whispered that he would use his life to prolong her life.
Take ten years or even twenty or thirty years of life in exchange for her life extension.
She wondered if the gods and Buddhas in the depths of the sea of clouds could hear the petitions of ordinary people who were as thin as a drop in the ocean, just as she was not sure if Fengshangyi's prophecy would come true? When would it come true
But she only knew that Bai Yunhe never believed in Buddhism, but he begged for her to sign poems and amulet of peace all over the place. He never worshipped God, but he knelt down all over temples and temples for her... His sincerity may not be able to move God, But it has deeply shocked her.
Hongdou's eyes were smiling, and the index fingers and thumbs of both hands touched, forming an irregular circle between her palms, and through this small space, the slowly moving clouds were imprisoned.
"It's so far, I can't touch it." She stretched out her hand, but the cloud was still so far away from her.
Bai Yunhe clasped her slender waist, performed light work, leaped in the forest, and flew closer to the blue with a touch of pure white, but no matter how high the martial arts, it could not reach the height of nine days.
The whirring sound of wind whistled past, it was cold and icy, and it was like flying clouds and fog a few meters above the ground.
"Not far, I'm here." He whispered softly, like a whisper, but it was the deepest promise.
"Where am I?" Red Bean asked lightly.
He is always by her side, and she? Where is her end? His chest? But she is not sure, the days slip away relentlessly, and every day she wakes up and counts herself one step closer to death, more than four years The years, minus a period of time enough to change the dynasty, she moved forward, but her heart slowly retreated behind fear.
No longer afraid of the arrival of the day of death, no longer afraid of the gloomy and gloomy Jiuquan after the soul is gone, the day he leaves the gate of Hell, he will concentrate all the happiness of the next decades in just a few years, so that she will have no regrets, she can Boldly accept your own destiny and the same reincarnation in the next two lives.
But still can't avoid a faint sigh - he accompanied her to the end of her life, but she had to leave him in the middle of his life; he gave everything, but she couldn't give it any more.
He is the only one who can't let go...
"Here." He held her hand and pressed it against his heart.
"Not forever..." She shook her head. As long as she's out of breath, forget her.
"Not forever." He didn't hesitate.
The red beans were stunned. She was so crooked, she said not to be forever, and when she heard his neat answer, her heart was sour...
Kissed away her teary eyes, and the wind blew the sleeves of the two of them, regardless of the difference.
Warm whispers slipped into her ears.
"This life."
He is smiling in her eyes, in this life, she will always be in his heart, until he drinks the Mengpo soup and forgets the deep love in this world, can he forget this lovesickness that sprouts, grows, blooms, and bears fruit in his palm Hongdou; until he re-searched for her next life, next life, or even a distant and indefinite life, once again let her station in the vacant heart and make up for regrets.
She smiled and twisted a lock of their hair, crossing it repeatedly, braiding a fine knot.
"Okay, it's your life."