When Meng Shu and Zhu Chi rushed upstairs, Shuang Lang and Han Mo hugged each other tightly.

The moment Shuang Lang called out his name, Han Mo even recalled the details of the clear sky and the turbulent river.

His face was full of worry, and tears poured out of her eyes, and she read these two unforgettable words from the bottom of her heart, Han Mo.

Whether in this life or in a previous life, it is impossible to give up.

This life, the previous life, the past life, the next life.

For too long, too long without tears in his eyes, he seemed to cry out to himself with all his life. Han Mo's eyes were slightly moist. Shuanglang's lips trembled and he couldn't speak, and his tears were left dripping like broken threads. Her heart seemed to be crumpled and bandaged again, and she choked up as she read her name.

"Han Mo. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Han Mo. ”

"I'm here. ”

"You're late. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

You came late and didn't see you for the last time that day. But you're still here, and I can still hug you.

She was full of tenderness in her heart, the pain of the last face of her previous life had disappeared, and she was quiet in her heart, looking at this Han Mo with teary eyes.

He wiped away her tears and slowly recited the two words that haunted him: "Madam." ”

Shuang Lang smiled: "I'm here." ”

Meng Shu happened to see this scene, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, her hand unconsciously wrapped around Zhu Chi's arm, tilted her head slightly, and leaned on his solid shoulder. He muttered, "It's good." ”

"I'm leaving. The child burst into tears, and the tears rose into white smoke and disappeared into the air. His voice was loud and the corners of his mouth were tilted downward, like a dog with a drooping tail that no one wanted.

"Huh?" Shuanglang didn't react, she just met, why did she say that she was leaving? She knew in her heart that this was the unborn child in her previous life, and she hadn't hugged her affectionately yet, how could she ......

"Mother!" the child smiled with what he thought was the cutest, but the crying revealed the sad truth.

Meng Shu explained: "The marriage contract is to store the demonic power in the human body, carrying the memory, so that it can be fused and released after falling in love. However, you should have put some of the demon power in Shuanglang's body back then in order to protect the fetus. ”

Han Mo nodded.

However, the child and Shuanglang died together, and the demon power entered the reincarnation with Shuanglang. She is obsessed with this child, and so are you. Therefore, the demon power had to give priority to protecting this unborn child. When the obsession is solved, you can naturally recover your memory. ”

That belly pocket is an obsession.

Shuanglang always regretted that she didn't embroider a complete pattern for the child, and she didn't see Han Mo for the last time. Fortunately, that belly pocket was given to Meng Shu by Han Mo as the most precious thing in his life, otherwise the two of them didn't know how long they would be delayed.

Originally, this child was nothing more than a soul carried by a mass of demonic power.

The demon power is in place, and the child is going to disappear.

The child cried with a sad face, hugged Shuanglang's arm, and said aggrievedly: "Mother, you have to remember me." I'll be back......"

Han Mojun frowned slightly, and stroked the flame on the child's head.

"Yes. ”

The kid suddenly giggled again, "Ten months from now, we'll see each other again in ten months......"

Meng Shu coughed lightly and interrupted everyone: "Indeed, otherwise, there is no way to register in the world with this appearance...... This is a troublesome thing in this world...... If you think about it, you have to go to the police station...... Alas, alas...... Why are you pushing me!"

She speaks sincerely, and after so many years in the world, she is often overwhelmed by these unfamiliar titles. However, if it was such an inopportune word, Zhu Chi didn't let her finish destroying the atmosphere, so he pulled her out.

The kid jumped to his feet: "Let's talk!"

Shuang Lang looked at his lively appearance, holding back his sadness, and nodded.

The child was like a meteor in everyone, rushing into Shuanglang's body, and integrated into Shuanglang's body intact. A warm current, the blood in the bones burned hot. She was confused for a moment, and touched her stomach with soft eyes, smiling.

Han Mo patted her on the shoulder and comforted her softly.

Shuang Lang hummed an ancient ballad softly, looking at the man in front of him, playing with the broken hair of his sideburns. Her voice traveled through a hundred years, and all the doubts that had been solved were solved, "I have finally waited for you." ”

The night wind blew quietly, and the quiet night outside the window was as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Bingwen and others sold corpses, and the gang of human trafficking was wiped out by the police. Tang Xiaoxiao's body was finally buried peacefully. Shuang Lang sighed weakly and put down a bouquet of white flowers in front of the tombstone. Han Mo stood behind him, his black trench coat outlining his tall figure. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

Shuang Lang Muran looked back and smiled.

She stroked her slightly bulging lower abdomen, "Let's go, let's go home." ”

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My name is Han Mo.

There is a place called Zhangmen Village.

There is a winding river at the entrance of the village, and the villagers rely on this river to recuperate.

I had no intention of setting foot in that river, but I heard that there were river demons, and relying on the reverence of the villagers for the river, it flooded or drought. At that time, he couldn't get used to seeing such a rampant river demon, so he fought a vicious battle with the madman who didn't know the height of the sky, and the man was defeated and fled in disgrace.

Since then, I have lived in the wide river at the entrance of Zhangmen Village.

As the days went by, I found a ravine in the mountains not far from the village, where the stream of a tributary of the river could pass just right. Spring is full of pink and purple flowers, from the earth to the sky, birds singing and flowers, warblers singing and dancing. I lay on the grass and watched the rabbits and fawns run by.

Occasionally, occasionally, a pair of ink paintings will be painted here with danqing.

That day, it was noisy.

Between the flowing rivers, there are the sounds of suona and gongs and drums. This is the case when we hear that human beings are married and married. I instantly looked over at the river and saw a red sedan chair on the yellow earth. A woman wears a bright red wedding dress, and the dotted beads on the phoenix crown reflect the glow.

She struggled and roared, but she was powerless to resist, and was crushed by the villagers.

The petite girl's bare skin was purple-red by the villagers' palms, and the thick hemp rope cut her wrists. The helplessness and sadness in her eyes were like an awl stuck into my heart.

I have never seen such a sad and indifferent look, as if I have a deep despair of this world.