It lasted about half an hour before the fifty rods were over.

During this period, Zhang Yun fainted and died seven times.

However, every time this guy woke up, he looked at Ling Tian with resentful eyes.

However, for Ling Tian, even Zhang Yun was not afraid, let alone just a look!

It wasn't until after reading Zhang Yun's cane that Ling Tiancai, under the leadership of Xiao Rou, returned to his own room.

Since he had been in a state of confusion before, Ling Tian had not been in a hurry to observe the environment when he woke up.

"Listen to the Rain Pavilion"!

In his memory, "Listening to the Rain Pavilion" is the nest of love between himself and Ye Wanqing.

In Ling Tian's opinion, this house, except for the fact that the name is more intentional, has nothing else to offer.

Compared with the pavilions and pavilions that I have seen along the way, which are quite ancient Chinese architectural style, they are not half a star worse.

But this is Ye Wanqing's favorite place.

"Squeak~squeak~!"

As Xiaorou opened the door, she entered the house with herself.

Ling Tiancai carefully observed his first stop after coming to this world.

The simple and unpretentious decoration does not make the place look very monotonous.

On the contrary, this made Ling Tian feel very warm.

"Orphan!" She and Ye Wanqing are both orphans, only they understand that luxury can only bring them unease!

It's a flash in the pan, and what they care about is not the amazement of the moment when the epiphany blooms.

Rather, it is a long, quiet, bland waiting process.

An ordinary life is more suitable for them.

At this time, Ling Tian couldn't help but think of a poem: "Bamboo canes and mango shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid!

Ling Tian shook his head helplessly, sometimes a dull life is more of a luxury.

Xiao Rou didn't feel surprised when she saw Ling Tian's somewhat sentimental look. Because, after Ye Wanqing's disappearance, Xiao Rou had seen Ling Tian show such a look more than once.

When Ling Tian walked into the bedroom, wanting to see the little bed that he had woken up from.

But I was firmly attracted by a painting hanging on the bedside.

At that moment, Ling Tian burst into tears.

And the strangest thing is Xiao Rou, who still didn't feel strange when she saw a big man crying silently.

He just consciously retreated, gently closed the door for Ling Tian, and left this place to Ling Tian.

It was only at this time that Xiao Rou's heart finally relaxed.

Uncle, still that aunt.

"Perhaps, Uncle's strange behavior today is because he has been suppressed for too long!Uncle, I still love the eldest lady so much!" Xiao Rou thought silently.

And Ling Tian in the house, after silently being sad for a while, only sorted out his emotions a little.

The man in the painting turned out to be exactly the same as himself in his previous life.

However, he still said with a little excitement: "I didn't expect to see you here." ”

"It seems that God is not thin on me! let this life make up for the regrets of the previous life!"

Ling Tian looked at the painting on the wall and gradually laughed.

And from this moment on, he gradually integrated into the world.

Ling Tian was even thinking, "Maybe the self in this world is the real self." ”

"I've been admitted to Jingcheng University!"

"Well, I know!

"Thank you for your help!

"You owe me a lot, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it off in my life. ”

"Can't pay it off, then let's go to the next life!"

This is a conversation between a student and a teacher.

He was eighteen that year! She was twenty-six!

"You, why are you here?"

"Why can't I?"

"You, I?......"

"Hello! My name is Ye Wanqing!

"You~Hello!My name is Ling Tian!Yes~ I'm a freshman this year. ”

Three years in high school, three years in college!

Six years of companionship made Ye Wanqing in Ling Tian's mind and heart. It has long left an indelible trace.

Six years of acquaintance and companionship made Ye Wanqing the only one in Ling Tian.

In Ling Tian's opinion, he had experienced a strange crossing this time and came to this strange place, the Lingwu Continent.

The one I can't rest assured of the most is Ye Wanqing. Even Ling Tian felt that failing to give her a good result and explanation was his biggest regret in his previous life.

However, God gave him a chance to make up for his regrets.

Ling Tian an hour ago. Although he accepted the fact that he had already crossed over, it was only because of the names Ling Tian and Ye Wanqing.

However, when Ling Tian saw the painting on the bedroom wall, he really cried.

It was also from that moment that Ling Tian felt that he originally belonged to this world.

Because, the painting on the wall is the one in my memory.

Ye Wanqing and Ye Wanqing are exactly the same.

Even Ling Tian felt that they were just one person.

In this life, I don't want to have any regrets like that.

"I am not born when you are born, and I am old when you are born. This is a sentence that Ling Tian in his previous life accidentally found in Ye Wanqing's diary.

I was not born, and I was old.

—Epigraph

There is no beginning and no end.

It's just a simple sentence.

Until Ling Tian crossed over, he had not been able to break through the constraints of worldly vision and give a perfect explanation to this relationship that had never started and ended.

This life, this life.

"You are mine, and you can only be mine!"

In the dark, everything has a certainty.

He took a deep breath: "Wanqing, I'm sorry. ”

"Hopefully, you'll be able to wait for me, and I'll get you back. ”

Shaking his head vigorously, Ling Tiancai buried these things just now deep in his heart again.

But unlike in the past, Ling Tian firmly believed that the seeds of longing buried in his heart this time would not take long for them to take root and sprout.

"In heaven I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth I would like to be a branch. ”

Looking at the two people happily snuggled together in the painting.

In Ling Tian's memory, only this poem can vividly interpret the artistic conception of this painting.

Although the painting was extremely high, Ling Tian always felt that something was missing!

Suddenly, Ling Tian's memory once again had some more images.

Ye Wanqing and Ling Tian snuggled together gently, and the two of them wrote together.

It took a day and a night to complete the painting.

However, at that time, Ling Tian found that although this painting was very beautiful, it seemed to lack some artistic conception.

Ling Tian, who was thinking about the inscription, didn't know what to write.

I rummaged through my mind, but I still couldn't find a poem that matched.

But Ye Wanqing didn't feel sorry, she just said softly: "The time hasn't come yet, just keep it!"

"I believe that one day, you will be able to draw a perfect end to it. ”