The portal made by the Kunlun Mirror allowed Liu Yanli and Uncle Song to return to this small city together.

"This is my hometown at the time... When I was working hard in Tianhai, I was thinking about when I would be able to return to my hometown. Uncle Song looked at the strange and familiar environment around him, took a deep breath, and said in a tone full of nostalgia: "Later, after I met Su Jie, I was thinking that after this battle, I would go back to my hometown and marry Su Jie... When I think of this, I know that there is nothing to be afraid of, and the haze caused by the war is gone. ”

"Why are you so skillful at setting up this flag..."

Li Yun's desire to complain about this Uncle Song is almost gushing out, this standard flag posture can't be more standard, before the war, the one who said that he went back to his hometown to get married was 100% a tragedy, for example, the goods in front of him were not it, he was full of flags, and sure enough, he received a boxed lunch on the battlefield the next day, and he couldn't prevent it.

"If you don't say those words, you might not die, but according to modern parlance, you are self-inflicted. Liu Yanli also complained about Uncle Song's skillful posture.

Uncle Song didn't understand what a flag was, so he just shook his head and said, "I'm just saying what I think, after all, this is my promise to her, and it's also my wish..."

A hundred-year-old wish can be obtained in one day, and Uncle Song is also a little nervous.

And the closer he got to the orphanage, the heavier Uncle Song's body became, and when he got closer, it was a little difficult to even walk, but he still supported his body with a smile on his face.

Liu Yanli next to her saw that Uncle Song's face was a little wrong, and said, "This guy is fine, why does it look like he is going to die... Well, although he was originally a dead man. ”

"The weight of the soul, when it is close to the things that concern in the heart, the soul will become heavier and heavier, this is the unbearable weight of the body, what has been bearing is the soul that belongs to Yang Yiqing... In other words, it's close to people who like to be nervous, normal operation, don't worry. Li Yun turned to look at Uncle Song and said: "But if you can't bear the weight, Poor Dao can also make you die on the spot, without leaving any worries, you will also treat this night as a night of dreams, and you won't remember anything, but the next day you may have some headaches, anyway, this can be regarded as the fulfillment of your wish, isn't it?"

Li Yun was eager to try, and he really wanted to try the feeling of dying on the spot...

Uncle Song shuddered, and his intuition told him that if he agreed, Li Yun would really do it.

"No, I think I can handle it, it's nothing... I have, nothing to fear, nothing to lose, belongs to my Yang Yiqing's last wish, I can... I can do it!"

Uncle Song, who carried Yang Yiqing, finally stepped into this orphanage, his steps became heavier and heavier, and his will became more and more firm.

No matter how heavy the weight of the soul is, there is no girl who waits for the white head, and the time of nearly a hundred years is so heavy.

Finally, Uncle Song saw her, Yang Yiqing, and saw Xie Sujie.

Leaning weakly under the willow tree, the old figure resting quietly.

...

The blue and white night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, there is a slight breeze under the willow trees, and the fallen leaves are fluttering, as usual.

The moment he saw Xie Sujie, the weight from his soul disappeared, replaced by an incomparably light step.

Uncle Song, who was slightly fat and greasy, walked towards the centenarian Xie Sujie with a tender face.

Although she was already demented, Xie Sujie still felt it, who was this person who came...

Finally, at this moment, he regained his senses.

Xie Sujie slowly opened her eyes, tried not to blur her tears, looked at the middle-aged oil-headed uncle in front of her and said.

"You're coming too slowly... It was so slow that I forgot how long I had been waiting. ”

"Sorry, I came too slowly... I've kept you waiting, but I've always wanted to come over. Uncle Song came to this willow tree with an apologetic face and said with a smile: "No, after so many years, you are still so beautiful." ”

"Hehe, it's sweet in your mouth... It's exactly the same as before, and they will use some rhetoric to trick me, really... Whoever told me to eat this set, willing to be coaxed by you, a stinky scholar. ”

Under the night, the environment has been distorted and changed, and the person wearing the cheongsam is no longer the drooping old man, but a charming girl with a black tear mole in the corner of her eye.

The amorous girl leaned weakly on the willow tree, looking at the person in front of her gently, her long hair rose in the wind, and she was beautiful.

The original oily-faced uncle also disappeared, and was replaced by a handsome young man in a tunic and rimless glasses, as usual, without any changes...

"I'm a little tired..."

"Me too, let me take a break, after singing for so many years, it's time for me to rest and rest. Xie Sujie smiled with her eyes half-closed.

Yang Yiqing silently walked to the willow tree and hugged her body.

"It's light, exactly the same as before..."

"Do you remember? You said before you left, that you married me before the next night, will you regret it today, seeing me like this, old and ugly, and wrinkled, and you can't even see your eyes... Well, I can't see it anymore, but although I can't see it, I still know that it's you in front of me. Xie Sujie grinned and quipped, her beautiful face and black tears exuding full charm.

Yang Yiqing said with a smile.

"Of course not forgotten... Tonight, you and I will marry each other, and heaven and earth will be a mirror, and this heart will not swerving... You are a member of my Yang family tonight. ”

Yang Yiqing silently coiled Xie Sujie's hair into a good-looking bun, and took out the hairpin, the only gift to her, and the last gift, I bought it with three months' salary at the time but I didn't feel very distressed.

Finally, the somewhat tattered and old hairpin was pinned to Xie Sujie's black and bright hair, and the soft fragrance wafted out along with the smell of time.

Wearing a cheongsam, like a wedding dress...

Xie Sujie smiled, smiling very brightly.

"There's only one night tonight that can be your wife... It's enough, I'm happy. ”

In the night, the two hugged each other and owned each other.

Once a wish was promised under the moonlight...

Yang Yiqing looked at the moonlight in the sky and muttered.

"I hope that the moon will never sink tonight. It's just a sweet dream, and I don't want to wake up..."

"It's just this sweet dream, I don't want to wake up... It's great to be able to really..."

Xie Sujie closed her eyes and leaned on Yang Yiqing's body, as if she was asleep.

This closed eye is forever...