But when have you been here...... I can't remember.

Qingxue Jing watched the countless children running around in the courtyard, and her eyes fell on the little girl sitting by the flower bed.

She kept her head down, her little feet swaying in the air, her long chestnut hair draped over her thin shoulders, and she didn't say a word.

The space splits and reorganizes in an instant, and the broken picture swells with the mist......

She sat motionless, rising and setting in the morning, like a small sculpture.

Most of the time there are scars on the body, always pursed his lips and stubbornly looked through the advertising leaflets, and when he was found wrong, he was tense and exposed a pair of small tiger teeth to deter and resist, and when no one was around, he hid and cried secretly, and after crying, he wiped his tears and continued to get up to read the advertising leaflet......

I guess I was looking for a job that didn't require flying......

He looked at the little girl's empty back, slowly stepped forward, snow-white wings spread to the ground, and squatted down on one knee in front of her. The brilliance of the laurel lit up in the center of his eyebrows, and the raised hand ......

Separated by time.

Unable to touch her cheek or heal the wound.

The light golden eyelashes trembled and drooped, and the slender white fingers wiped the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes, but it fell down and shattered through his fingers.

Later, the four seasons turned, and the little girl was still barefoot, running from early spring to cold winter.

She was doing one part-time job after another, her little figure standing in the rain, looking at the dim light of the dessert house in the distance, her little hand pinched the silver coin and released it, loosened and pinched it tightly, and finally pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"It's okay to eat a little once in a while. ”

The blonde boy in the white robe stood beside her, and the back of his raised hand lightly covered the top of the girl's head, but it couldn't stop the rain from penetrating the sky, still pouring her into a soup chicken.

He muttered to himself, knowing that she couldn't hear anything.

Time is so beautiful, take me to see your precious past, and time is so cruel, obviously close at hand, but too far away.

He accompanied her through the streets and alleys, laughing with the piggy bank in the starlight, curled up in the corner full of rose petals and slept, running in the spring breeze, crying in the torrential rain, jumping from the mountain rock again and again and falling with a blue nose and swollen face......

Until that day, the boy in white hair and white clothes fell from the sky with a small package, his young and noble face was more dazzling than the morning light, and his snow-white wings were as white as frost......

Illuminates the girl's amber eyes that have fallen into the dust.

He watched, stared, his pupils constricted, and a distant and dusty memory slowly floated in his mind......

"This ...... Can you help me get it over to the person in charge here?"

He watched the boy and the girl meet in the courtyard where the roses bloomed, and at that time, the courtyard was full of children, and he chose to hand over the important package entrusted by the teacher to her, about the amber eyes that were still clear and transparent hidden under the messy long hair, which made him willing to trust from the first sight......

Later, the light of the golden laurel surrounded the boy and the girl, and she watched as the boy rose into the sky, his snow-white wings stretched and dissipated in the breeze, like a white swan that had strayed into the abyss, returned to his original place......

And she stood there, holding the small package, looking in the direction in which he had disappeared.

Like grass under the abyss, looking up at the clouds and skylight.

The boy stood not far away, watching quietly, watching as the dusk sank and the night fell, while the little girl stood motionless, as if frozen by something.

Later, as the time passed, the stars and the moon alternated, and the day reincarnated, he watched the girl grow up day by day, growing small snow-white wings, laughing and rampaging in the sky, she held the full piggy bank, and finally left the courtyard where the roses bloomed......

Later, she had her own little house, fluttering around like the most energetic little monkey, keeping her nest warm and comfortable. As usual, I work hard to save money on weekdays, and I read books and go shopping in my spare time, but there are just too many ......

The habit of sitting on the eaves and looking at the starry sky in a daze.

"Tomorrow ......"

She looked at the special date circled by the red pen on the calendar, and slowly opened the scroll of posters on the table, on which the long-haired young man with long blond hair was picturesque, handsome and extravagant.

She held the poster and looked at it stupidly, her fingertips slowly touched it, gently touched the contours of his eyebrows, and then hesitated, and gently landed on the thin lip flap......

Retracted his hand like an electric shock.

"Tomorrow...... I'll see you. ”

Qingxue Jing stood at the table, watching the girl whisper to the young man on the poster, and then carefully rolled it into a bunch, hugged it tightly into her arms, and giggled happily and contentedly all night as if she was holding some treasure.

On the second day, the small square in Tianshui District was crowded with people and bustling, and it was surrounded by water.

He watched as the girl drowned into a tiny dot in the crowd, her eyelashes wet with sweat, and the poster clutched tightly in her arms.

The sun at noon was scorching, but the crowd suddenly became noisy and restless, men, women and children all cheered and waved their hands, the blonde and white-clothed angel boy clothes flew through the sea of clouds, and when he passed through the small square, he heard the cheers and screams, and looked down, his fair and handsome face showed a polite but distant smile, and then flew straight to the vine Luo Palace in the sky......

The cheers grew louder, the crowd seemed to be ignited, and the screams almost resounded in the sky.

The clear amber eyes of the girl in the crowd widened slightly, and she stared blankly at his back, her eyes gradually filled with clear light, revealing a smile, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

"It's good to see you again. Even if it's just a glance from afar, I'm satisfied......"

Under the eaves of the starry sky, she sat there looking up at the night sky as usual, where the ethereal clouds and mist moved, revealing the huge golden laurel trees under the bright stars in the sky.

Year after year, she looked up like the most devout believer, telling of the joys and unhappiness of each day.

But the young man under the laurel tree did not hear, nor responded, the four seasons were reincarnated, day and night alternated, her liking was like water, looking up at him, and finally became the best habit in the lonely years.

Qingxue Mirror sat on the eaves, sitting beside her, her short golden hair fluttering in the night sky, slowly lowering her eyelashes, and her heart was filled with a sweet joy like a clear spring, mixed with indescribable barrenness and bitterness.

Later, there was one more person in the hut.

A beautiful child with long silver hair, snow hair and ice eyes, beautiful and ethereal but cold.

Her smile grew, more and more natural, no longer working late every day, and no longer sitting on the eaves looking up at the laurel tree frequently......

He watched her win the best award in the Halo Games with the boy, and he watched her hold the laurel badge day and night......

The space cracked again, the wind, clouds and thunder and lightning swept through thousands of cracks, time retrograde, and all the scenes passed quickly in front of me......

He saw the summer rains, the bells swaying, the execution ceremonies witnessed by thousands of people, and the demonic armies surging like a flock of dark birds......

Seeing the trembling girl on the execution rack......

and the ...... slowly descending from the sky

Blonde executioner.

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