Chu's mother has been sick since the news of her son's death came from the frontier, and she has been going back and forth and has not improved. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info midnight dreams, she always thinks of her husband, her son, a lot of previous things repeat themselves in the dream, she wants to go back to the past. When the first rays of sunlight in the morning wake up with a sigh, it is just a dream after all. Nothing is gone, what else can she care about, there are no people.

Chu Minghe is a general in the end, and he still has the honor of returning to his hometown. But news came from the frontier that Chu Minghe's body disappeared along with the white military doctor. Without the silence of my son's corpse, and the delay in seeing my son's corpse, Mother Chu still has a trace of luck in her heart.

She thought that Bai Weiwei was a goblin, maybe some secret method brought her son back to life. Thinking like this, with a hint of thought, she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled herself back together.

Chu Mingyu woke up from the ups and downs of the river, and for a moment thought he was waking up from a dream. Yesterday's death was like a dream, and he was still alive when he woke up.

"Vivi. "What about the girl he misses?

Chu Mingyu's consciousness had already woken up for most of the time, and his fingers moved slightly, grabbing something real. Turning his face to the side, the girl he had been thinking of was beside him, and the waves of water surged around them, and their fingers were clasped together, as if to verify the vow of never parting.

Only then did he realize that they were drowning in the cold water, and had no time to think about why he didn't feel drowning. He turned over, took Bai Weiwei into his arms, held Bai Weiwei's waist with one hand, and paddled upward with the other.

Soon, he took Bai Weiwei out of the water and went ashore. Chu Minghe brushed away Bai Weiwei's hair that was stuck to her cheeks, patted her pale cheeks gently, and called her name softly, "Weiwei, Weiwei, Weiwei・・・・・・"

Chu Minghe realized that no matter how hard he shouted, he couldn't wake up his beloved girl.

A pang of sorrow in my heart, coming back to life, is not a dream!

Chu Minghe hugged Bai Weiwei in his arms hard, and his resolute chin pressed against her cheek, leaving a line of cold tears. Love to the depths, emotional, full of tears.

He sat by the river for a long time holding Bai Weiwei like a wooden man, looking at a vast field of reeds. A bright light reignited in his eyes.

Since she had a way to save him, there must be a way for him to save her.

The cold comes and the summer comes, and the winter harvest and autumn hide. Three years have passed, Chu Minghe has traveled almost half of the world, and he has never found a way to wake up Bai Weiwei. Chu Minghe's heart was in pain, and Bai Weiwei was in his arms with her eyes closed as if she was asleep, not disturbed by any intrusion, including him, as if she was indulging in her beautiful dreams and did not want to sleep.

In the past three years, no matter how sluggish Chu Minghe is, he has discovered his abnormality, except for being active, his body has no undulating breathing, no beating heartbeat, no tiredness, no hunger and no pain, similar to the walking dead.

He didn't care about anything, so it was good, he didn't have to worry about taking care of himself, and he would be tired before he could wake up Bai Weiwei.

Three years later, Jincheng is still lively in his memory, bustling and crowded.

Different from the downtown streets, the National Teacher's Mansion is still as cold and solemn as ever. If he wasn't really desperate, he wouldn't have come to ask Qin is me.