Back to reality, the moon continued to move forward, without stopping for a moment, because she still had unfulfilled wishes, and before she died, she solemnly handed it over to Yunxiao to draw an end for her.

Looking around, I finally found a trace of the clouds, but it was located in the cemetery in the middle of the mountain, and the moon was familiar with the shelter like home, because she slept here.

I saw him in the verdant shade, surrounded by tombs, stepping on the verdant grass in front of the stone monument, elegantly half-squatting. However, this tomb is not the final destination of the moon, and it depicts a clear unfamiliar surname and a smile. Until the spark in his hand burned his knuckles, Yunxiao Fang suddenly woke up from his contemplation, extinguished the cigarette, and turned to the front of the condensation side, a small hill bulging between his eyebrows.

Tracing his gaze, a man's long back jumped into his eyes with the sunlight, and with only a quick glance, the moon had identified its owner, Lin Zijin.

Slowly approaching, floating in the air, the tombstone in front of Lin Zijin was not summer blue, nor Mi Xiaoqi's, it was the moon himself.

Scold...... She didn't know how to express her mixed feelings: he had lived up to her expectations and found out where her grave was! He had read the heartfelt words and implicit meanings that she had inadvertently spoken to him!

No one told Lin Zijin where the cemetery of the moon was, and she repeatedly told her before her death that lemongrass Yunxiao must keep it secret for herself, and she should not leak half a point because of her soft-heartedness.

Her little bit of her daughter's careful thinking was nothing more than hoping that he could see through her little ghosts and tricks, and guess the secret words she left for him.

One day, the moon and Lin Zijin. An intimate time for two. She presented the riddle to her, hoping that he would solve it in the future.

"Zijin, if you have a choice. Which of us do you want to die first?"

Looking at the moon in surprise, his stunned and his doubts, she understood: Okay, how could she think of such a distant thing?

Although birth, old age, sickness and death are the only way in life, for them at that time, it was as far away as the next life.

Correct. As far as the moon is concerned, it is a reality that is close at hand, and death haunts him. From time to time, he sent her a demagogic invitation: girl, it's time to set off and embark on a new journey, come on!

The moon pursed her lips. Think about it. Panicked and defended: "Don't get me wrong! Today, I occasionally heard a pair of elderly people gossiping around me, and the two of them discussed the question of who died first and who died later, so I became curious, asked casually, and thought about talking to you to see if you and I were in the same heart." ”

Immediately, he smiled sweetly. But it is graceful, like a gust of breeze, and the softness of the face.

Lin Zijin put away his smile on his face. Pick up her weak jade fingers, look at them for a moment, and then, look at her, as if to rub her into his dark eyes, and disappear...... "If I say, 'I just want to live and die together,' would you think it was too hypocritical?"

The moon retracted the chicken claws, took the white of his eyes, and reproached him dissatisfiedly: ".......I don't want to answer, so I just say, why bother to be naked and perfunctory to me? Now, it has long been no longer the popular era of "not seeking to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day." One word, fake!"

Lin Zijin was not angry: "Your math is taught by the physical education teacher? That's three words, okay?" Then, with a serious face, he asked rhetorically: "What about you, what do you choose?"

After going around and around, he finally fulfilled her wish.

And she, waiting for a long time!

She looked serious, stared at the unknown distance with her cheeks, and said the secret words that she had already prepared in her heart: "I only want to live in the world, and I hope that my beloved will return first." One day, when I closed my eyes and went west satisfied, Shang Ke chose to be two rows away from her, and watched her silently directly above her, continuing to protect her. ”

In fact, these words are a metaphor that the moon deliberately revealed to Lin Zijin and left behind him.

However, for her, the real beloved person is not Lin Zijin, but her sister Taiyang, Mi Xiaoqi, who was deceased at that time.

Before she died, she had properly arranged her posthumous affairs and asked Yunxiao to help her bury her in the two rows directly above Mi Xiaoqi. She only wishes that she can continue to care for her sister in the space after death and rebuild her unfinished regrets.

It turned out that her thoughts, to Lin Zijin, were like child's play, so simple and clear, he guessed it all at once, she didn't know whether she should be sad or happy?

Maybe it's providence!

Once, she swore to herself: if he found the location of her grave, she would give him a generous gift, an unwarranted surprise, once again.

It's just that even she can't tell whether this surprise is real and terrible or illusory loneliness? And what is the purpose of her stubbornness? Is it really just for revenge, which makes him suffer so much that he can't forget the past?

She doesn't know!

She entrusted this responsibility to Yunxiao.

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"Yunxiao, do me a favor, okay?"

"You say!" Yunxiao did not refuse, even if he had already guessed a few points.

The moon took out a letter from under her pillow and handed it to the clouds.

"Promise me that if Lin Zijin finds my grave by himself in the future, he will pass this letter to him. ”

Yunxiao raised her lowered eyelids, peeked at her expression, took the letter instead, looked at it carefully, seemed to be very casual, and asked rhetorically: "What if he can't find it?"

The moon didn't know: there was little hope, very little! She was just making a big gamble, the stakes didn't matter, and she was betting on that heart.

She was ruthless: "Then forget it and let it be scattered in the wind!"

Seeing her slight paleness, Yunxiao asked, "Moon, why do you insist on this?"

The moon bit her lip, but finally refused to say, Yunxiao took in all this, and said, "If you don't want to say it, forget it!"

After a long silence, her watery eyes were full of spring, but in an instant, she was helpless: "Yunxiao, if I tell you that I am in love with Lin Zijin, do you believe it?"

Yunxiao was silent, and the meaning in his eyes was as clear as his words: "Do you want me to believe or not?"

Yunxiao snorted self-deprecatingly, huh...... is still the unrepentant and uninhibited debauchery, as if he is blind to everything in the world, does not care, does not care, and the words that come out are word for word: "My thoughts are not important! The key is your actor Lin Zijin, believe it or not! I guess that in the letter, you plan to confess everything to him and show your heart, but you unknowingly, in the true and false of revenge, under the interpretation of true feelings that have been circling several times, you can't control your heart and fall in love with him. Right?"

Still silent.

Yunxiao squinted at her, and in the narrow peach blossom eyes, the shallow eyes like fake sleep, and the blackness deepened.

"Moon, do you know what you want to do? Do you want Lin Zijin to be miserable because he can't forget you, or are you entangled between you and Xiao Qi, indecisive and suffering?" )