The long wind stretches for thousands of miles, and the waves erode the years.

On the day of leaving, the wind was particularly strong, and Liang Cen stood at the intersection, only to feel that his whole body was blown cold. Those past loves and hates rolled up layer by layer, making him almost suffocated.

When I knew that Fan Yutang was about to marry Chen Hong, the pain was sharp and piercing, and at this moment, the pain was inextricably linked.

Liang Cen looked back, and Fan Yutang snuggled up to Chen Hong and looked at him with gentle eyes.

The years are so gentle, and the resentment she once had against herself has finally been soothed one by one.

The years are so cruel, and the deep love she once gave herself is like water.

After waiting so long in Shanghai, he was finally able to leave. brought not only the glass, but also the half-net worth that Chen Hong gave him.

Chen Hong put it this way: "The situation there is unknown, and you can't do anything but fight." Take these things with you, and life will always be better no matter what time of year it is. ”

Liang Cen took a deep breath and seemed to want to say something, but after all, he was silent and couldn't say more.

"Brother Cen......" Fan Yutang smiled and said softly: "I know what you want to say, in fact, I have never blamed you from beginning to end." ”

Yes, Fan Yutang has never blamed and never resented. Just because she knows that these are very useless.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. No one would have thought that when they met again after eleven years, the difference between them would turn into mud. Giving up on her is not what Liang Cen wants. But since he has made this choice, it is actually quite understandable.

You yourself are addicted, how can you blame others for being sober?

It's just that Fan Yutang doesn't resent it, but he can no longer find a reason to continue to be with him without any suspicion.

Eighteen years ago, Fan Yutang was Liang Cen's little wife who had not passed the marriage, and they enjoyed flowers and plum blossoms in the garden and read poems and books. Eighteen years ago, Fan Yutang stood beside Liang Cen's best friend Chen Hong, a little bird, and was Chen Hong's only cherished wife.

You see that fate is changeable, standing at the beginning of the story, who would have predicted such an ending?

Sitting in the plane, Liuli looked at Liang Cen on her side and looked back deeply at the outside of the plane, she sat there blankly, tears raining down.

Liang Cen turned his face to look at him, his eyes were silent, "You finally got your wish, is this crying with joy?" ”

Liuli looked at him, her eyes full of sadness: "Got your wish? You never knew what my wish was, how could I have it done? ”

"You tried your best to follow me there, isn't it because you can get out of the identity of the drama/child and get the life you want?"

Liuli's tears fell even more, and her choked voice was terrifying: "You clearly know that my wish is just to be able to be with you." The rest, none of which is very important to me. It's just that you'd rather pretend you don't know anything, right? Liang Cen, people's hearts are made of meat. How can you be so ruthless to me? ”

Liang Cen turned his head and looked out the window deeply, the land of the homeland. Since then, the motherland has become the hometown, and affection has become the old love.

The people around him were crying mournfully, complaining of their pain and despair. Listening to his ears, it was as far away as if it were on the horizon, and the echo seemed to be nothing.

He closed his eyes deeply, and remembered the beginning of the qiē.

When he was a child, he called her Banban, and he and her brother liked to mess with her the most. And Chen Hong always likes to walk around the garden with her, and when he sees what he likes, he folds one and inserts it into her sparse bun.

Eleven years later he thought she was dead, but she wasn't. She stood on the stage full of flowers, her water sleeves raised her eyebrows, but between her eyes, there were thousands of styles at that moment.

From today onwards, you should have completely forgotten about jì. Liang Cen felt his eyes swell and ache, and then a drop of wet/moist water slipped from the corner of each eye.

And Chen Hong and Fan Yutang, who were standing on the ground, looked at each other and smiled, and they were both warm and affectionate for the years.

"I've always been curious, and you've never asked me that question in all these years."

Chen Hong smiled, led her back, lowered his head and spoke in her ear, his voice was very soft, right in her ear, spitting warm breath. "I don't want to know, so I don't ask."

Don't really want to know, how is that possible?

But he already knew the answer, so he chose not to ask.

Liang Cen lost Fan Yutang, and Fan Yutang married Chen Hong.

Don't marry him like this, does Fan Yutang really stop loving Liang Cen? Not necessarily.

Love is often unreasonable, you like someone, he is not good enough, he is even very bad, but you just love him deeply.

But does love have to be together? Not necessarily.

Under the pressure of the world, there are too many people who love each other but are separated. Fate brought them together, but it also made them disperse in a hurry. Maybe it's better for them to separate this ending.

For many years after that, they separated the coast and cut off each other's news. Liang Cen never heard from Fan Yutang again.

After the resumption of communication between the two sides of the strait, Liang Cen asked many people to come and inquire about the news, and her ending was circulated in the mouths of the people, but none of them were the true version.

Many years later, he was already a sixtieth birthday, standing at the intersection where he came, his teeth loose, and a helpless sigh mixed with countless sadness.

Perhaps the fate given to them by fate is only this hurried eighteen years.

Eighteen springs later, the world was torn apart.

Later, he finally returned to this homeland, in a horizontal posture. His last words before dying were that he wanted to bury his body back to his homeland.

It turns out that fate is such a sad story, and for so many years he lied to himself that he loved Liuli in his heart. After so many years of cheating, he even has to believe himself. But in the end, what is fake is fake after all.

Deep down, he still wants to return to where he originally belongs, and he still wants to find Fan Yutang's tomb.

He didn't even think that he had the luxury of being buried with her, and it was enough to find a piece of land and be able to look at her from afar.

But he didn't think that he would be so disobedient, he couldn't find Fan Yutang's tomb!

When he was in Taiwan, he raised his head countless times and looked up at the stars above his head. Is it because she cherishes her homeland, or because of the moonlight she stepped on under the starry sky, which makes the moonlit night on this side of Taiwan look bleak?

This obsession haunted him, and he refused to give up or leave. Human power is very strong at some point, and when you have to go to a place and you don't want to leave, you have a way to escape.

Liang Cen was very lucky, his soul body was fluttering, and even before black and white impermanence could hook his soul, he was found by He Ji.

Probably because their fates were too similar, He Ji used the sap/liquid of the immortal tree to temporarily maintain Liang Cen's life, and then let Liang Cen enter the palace gate of the Thousand Golden Tower half a century later.

He asked him to find an answer, to fulfill a dream that had been shattered many years ago in the eighteenth spring.

He knew that only Lu Qianjin could do it.

Liang Cen wanted to know where Fan Yutang was buried.

Lu Qianjin sighed deeply and said to Yingzheng: "The wind is blowing, let's go back." ”

"Back to Qianjinlou?"

She nodded: "Go back to the Qianjin Building." ”

Ying Zheng seemed to want to say something, but when she saw that her face was not very good, she couldn't say it in the end.

Lu Qianjin saw his expression of wanting to speak and stopped, and smiled: "Do you want to ask me, Fan Yutang's grave hasn't been found yet, why did he go back like this?" ”

"Liang Cen wants to know where she is."

"Liang Cen wants to know where Fan Yutang is buried." She pulled out the small mirror in her sleeve, summoned the book, and turned a page. "When I go back and repeat it to Liang Cen, you will understand that there is no need to pursue this question."

When the two of them returned to the Qianjin Building, Liang Cen was holding a black umbrella and sitting in front of the Qianjin Building to bask in the sun. He covets such warmth, even if he can't have it anymore.

As soon as Lu Qianjin and Yingzheng returned to the Qianjin Building, Su Yao flew into her arms: "Monarch, you are finally back meow~ Su Yao misses you so much~ Did you bring a special product back to Su Yao~"

She pressed Su Yao in her arms and rubbed it a few times, then stretched out her hand and bent three fingers, facing the side of her finger bone to Su Yao's cat's head, and said with a cruel smile: "Do you want to eat hairy chestnuts?" ”

Su Yao was so frightened that the cat's hair stood on end: "Don't meow!" Su Yao doesn't want a specialty! Don't want it, don't do it! ”

"Alright, let's play on the side, I've got something to do." Bent down and put Su Yao down, Su Yao ran forward with a smoke, ran in front of Liu Ziye, climbed up along the corner of his robe, and slipped to the top of his head and lay still.

Lu Qianjin straightened her waist, but saw that Liang Cen didn't know when she had entered the palace gate, and she looked a little excited.

"Yutang's tomb, where is it buried?"

Lu Qianjin looked at him, and didn't understand why these men were all the same, and many things had to be cherished when they were lost.

"Before I answer you, you answer me a question. After so many years, do you really understand who you love from the bottom of your heart? ”

Liang Cen was stunned on the spot, opening his mouth but closing it weakly. He found himself unable to answer the question.

Who is he loved? Is it glass, or is it Yutang......

"Actually, it doesn't matter...... she tugged at the corners of her mouth mockingly, "who you love, no one wants to know anymore." I ask you, just out of curiosity. As for where Fan Yutang's tomb is, I have no way to tell you. ”

"Why?!"

"She's still alive and doesn't have a grave." When their story was coming to an end, Lu Qianjin watched Fan Yutang's ending. She is alive and well, with Chen Hong. After decades of mutual affection, they lived quietly and comfortably.

Liang Cen's expression was dazed at that moment, but the next moment he became excited: "Where is she?" Let me take a look at her! I just have to take a look! ”

"Impossible." Lu Qianjin categorically refused, and there was a bit of coldness in her smile: "I won't let you disturb her peaceful life." ”

She gave Liang Cen a chance, just now. But he hesitated, and did not even give an answer.

So where is Fan Yutang, he will forever lose the qualification to know.

Liang Cen Muran stood at the door of the hall, his face full of despair. The ghost has no tears, but at this moment, he makes people feel like they are crying.