The next day, Lu Yi adjusted his mood and turned on the computer again, and sure enough, the email had already occupied half of the space on the entire computer screen. He clicked on it, and it was full of photos of the river, and she was standing in the sea of purple lavender flowers in Hokkaido, smiling brightly at herself.

Her face turned out to be so pale!

Why did he never pay attention, since his year in high school, Jiang Shui's face began to turn sick white, why did he never understand her, but gambled with her and played childish games that he took for granted!

"What do you want from me?" he knew that his retribution was coming, and he became much calmer. "Do you want me to compensate you for anything?"

"I don't want anything, and I don't need anything. ”

"Is that to make me quit my job and stay incognito from now on, so that I can escape your torture?"

"It's not that simple, even if you quit your job, I think it's easy for you to ruin your reputation. ”

"That is, you want my life?" Xiao Yi took a deep breath, his eyes had already darkened from insomnia for days.

"I want you to kill your current lover with your own hands, I heard that you have a very good relationship, you must be very painful to kill her!"

"But I don't love her, I married her just to live, not love. ”

"If you don't do it, what awaits you will be an even more unbearable ending. You and Jiang Shui should not have completely forgotten about it, you know, who has hidden it for you all these years. ”

He finally saw it, and when everything was explained, he realized that many things could be seen naturally, just like a fishing boat that had come to the end, whether there was a harvest or not, this journey, it had come to an end.

He flipped through the wall calendar on the wall, chose an auspicious day, and privately submitted his resignation letter, he did not want to be infamous for his own fault.

After returning home that day, he enthusiastically cooked a table full of dishes, Zibei was both happy and scared, the machismo who never wanted to enter the kitchen, even cooked today, although many of them were ordered from restaurants outside the community, but Zibei was still very happy to taste them one by one.

I don't know if it's Zibei Duoxin, or if that's the case, for the first time, she felt that Xiao Yi's eyes looking at her were so sticky, more lingering, profound, and reluctant than when they handed over each other for the first time.

The delicate red wine was embraced into her eyes and drank it all, she smiled happily, as if the smiling face of Watanabe Takeshi when she first saw it on the beach in Hokkaido, blood droplets rolled down the corners of her mouth, and she fell silently into Lu Yi's arms.

In the fairy tale, Snow White and Cinderella will not die even if they eat the witch's poisoned apple, but they will sleep for a long, long time, and one day in a hundred and ten years, a prince on a white horse will appear to break the spell for him.

"Xiao Yi, decades from now, hundreds of years from now, will you break the spell for me? I may have to sleep forever. Zibei's heart whispered silently in the light.

Love is the same kind of fireworks, for the beauty of blooming in an instant, how many times the loneliness and sadness have to be paid, have you ever thought about it?

So, don't be too greedy, don't be too greedy, don't be too greedy. If you have it, you will meet it and praise its beauty, and if it is gone, you will learn to wait, Xiao Yi, goodbye!

Jiang Shui closed the last millimeter of her eyes, and she knew that his silhouette would disappear from here, and in the future, he would also find rebirth in a new world.

Xiao Yi took down the camera hidden in the vase, and he compressed the file and sent it to an English website in a confidential form, where something was waiting for this delicious meal.

He knew that he didn't want to survive anymore after all, so he took Zibei's corpse and rode into the old underground railroad tracks.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and the appearance of the middle-aged man gradually became clear.

"Xiao Yi, is it?" Luo Ying looked at him earnestly, and she wanted to greet him.

The man smiled and nodded.

"Death," she said, locking her at the end of the fog, "we need to go to hell, and maybe, easily, his regrets can be relieved." ”

"Do you have any clue? You know, this time I have asked you, this is the first time I have this situation, before, I could go in and out of other people's memories at will, and I have no way to deal with this person. ”

"Of course!" Luo Ying puffed up, "I know where to find his wife's soul!"

The man nodded in agreement with her, and he was willing to listen to her.

However, by the bridge, there is a simple wooden shed, people come and go in front of the low door, and people come and go on the bridge, the bridge is full of bright red peony flowers, Luo Ying and the god of death stand at the head of the bridge, and you can see the low-lying wooden house at a glance.

"What kind of smell is this, it's so fragrant!" Luo Ying smelled an unknown smell, like new tea, like marinade, like the fragrance of melons and fruits, like the sourness of decay.

The Grim Reaper saw her doubts and said, "This is called a mixture of five flavors, and a hundred flavors of life!"

"Cut, what's the sale, it's boring, I'll go say hello myself!" said Luoying, bowing his hand and walking in the direction under the bridge.

Under the wooden shed, next to the old table, there is a white-haired Sangsang mother-in-law, who wears a cyan jade ornament around her waist, which is the most eye-catching, and looks like a green fox. The mother-in-law's face was wrinkled and slow, but she couldn't stop her sharp momentum at all. There was a half-human-high large pottery jar beside her, and the pottery jar was steaming, and the more Luo Ying walked in, the more sure she was that the five flavors just now came out of here, could it be that she was Meng Po?

Luo Ying was curious and excited. She watched the souls with different expressions pass by one after another, either eagerly or hesitantly taking the bowl of hot Meng Po soup.

"Blow it, don't drink too quickly, warm up your body, and get on the road!" The mother-in-law watched them drink the soup from time to time while serving the soup, and asked earnestly.

"The past can't be chased, a smile is like a cloud!" "The person who drank Meng Po soup, with a wave of his mother-in-law's sleeve, he was instantly removed from the long line.

"Okay!" Luo Ying clapped her hands, "Mother-in-law is so literate!"

Hearing the sound, Meng Po couldn't help but stop what she was doing, looked at her directly, and asked in surprise: "You haven't reached the time of reincarnation yet, why do you want to cross this Nai He Bridge and come to my Meng family's house?"

"How do you know I'm not reincarnated?"

"Not only that, but I also know that you are not from this era. ”

"Why?" Luo Ying pinched her waist, a little unconvinced.

"Your conversation, temperament, and eyes are not like each other, they are all modern people, so a comparison is not easy to see, do you want me to explain such a simple answer?"

"Then where do you think I'm from?" Luo Ying thought about making it difficult for her.

"If you guessed correctly, you are from the Ming Dynasty, during the Zhengde period. ”

"Mother-in-law has good eyesight!" Luo Ying gave a thumbs up and asked again: "Then, mother-in-law, what about you, are you Meng Po, you know so many things from the past and present." ”

"I, I'm an old man who has lived for thousands of years!" she laughed.

At this time, Luo Ying found that there was no one at the table, the long line had long disappeared for some time, and the entire Meng family house was shrouded in an empty layer of mist.