Mrs. Qin endured the discomfort and ran to Qin Mu's bedside.

"Amu." Seeing that her son was coughing, Mrs. Qin couldn't help but shout in distress.

Qin Mu endured the discomfort and stopped coughing when he saw Mrs. Qin come in, causing his cheeks to turn red now, and his eyes looked more energetic than before.

"Mother, I'm fine, why are you here?" Qin Mu sat up straight as he spoke, and Mrs. Qin stepped forward to help Qin Mu up, and took advantage of the situation to the side of the bed.

Although Qin Mu's life was not long in coming, ignoring the paleness on his face, his complexion still looked good.

Mrs. Qin looked at her son's appearance carefully, and her eyes couldn't help but get wet.

When she came, she thought about talking a lot to her son, but when she actually got to him, she couldn't say anything.

It was Qin Mu who saw Mrs. Qin's embarrassment and took the initiative to speak.

"Mother, why did you come to me today?" Qin Mu said in a suppressed voice.

"It's okay, my mother just came to see if you are feeling better lately?"

Qin Mu naturally nodded yes.

Mrs. Qin wanted to stay here for a while, even if it was just to look at her son, but she was afraid that she would think too much, so she couldn't help crying, so she sat down for a while and got up and left.

For so many years, Mrs. Qin hadn't talked to Qin Mu for a long time, and Qin Mu didn't complain about Mrs. Qin treating her like this.

I know my own body, and I know my mother's own parents.

"Do you know what you're paying?"

"I know."

"Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it."

Hearing such an answer, the old man asked no more.

Cause and effect in the world are all your own choices.

Qinghe looked at the old man: "It was he who saved me, and it was he who allowed me to survive." ”

"Actually, everything is fair."

"So, Suo Sheng, what do you want?"

The old man, that is, Suo Sheng, shook his head, as if he was lamenting the simplicity of Qinghe, and as if he was lamenting the ridiculousness of fate.

"I want your voice and guts."

"Okay."

Qinghe is a crane, a white crane with a clear voice that can sober anyone caught in a demonic obstacle.

Qinghe is a crane, a white crane.

The inner tank of the white crane is the life of the clear crane.

Without the inner tank, Qinghe will live, but it is only a white crane, not a Qinghe.

I'll never be a girl again.

Those who claim the living, those who claim the lives of all things.

For Kiyozuru, becoming a girl is living. To be a white crane is to be alive and to be dead.

It was Amu who saved it.

It was trapped in the mountains and suffered from the five poisons.

Amu stepped in and saved it.

Everything is fair.

Suo Sheng gave Qinghe a pill.

"Save him, and you will take my liner and voice."

Suo Sheng nodded.

The two of them left the Shesheng Palace together, Suo Sheng was invisible, the crane soared, and finally stopped in the back garden of Amu's house.

When he arrived at Amu's residence, Qinghe didn't knock on the door and pushed the door directly.

Amu was lying on the bed, and he didn't get up when he heard the sound.

He knew who it was.

Qinghe sat directly at the head of Amu's bed, she didn't speak, took out the pill, looked at Amu, and let Amu eat it.

Amu didn't say a word and ate it.

Qinghe sighed under his breath.

"Why sigh?"

"You're so obedient."

"Huh."

"Amu, I'm leaving, before I go, I want to say a few words to you."

Amu nodded, "You say." ”

Qinghe was not upset that Amu didn't care about his departure. She just turned around and stood up.

"I used to like someone, and I was afraid that if I didn't say it now, I would never have the opportunity to say it again."

"So, I like you."

"By the way, thank you."

Kiyotsuru is gone.

Left Amu's world.

Amu's health is better.

The doctor said everything was fine.

It's just that Qinghe is gone.

Amu didn't go to the imperial examination, he traveled all the places he could, thousands of mountains and rivers, and never saw a girl named Qinghe again.

Later, many people said, "Amu, I am pleased with you." "But none of these are as good as Qinghe's sentence that I like you.

Amu regretted a little, he didn't reply to Qinghe that day, I like you too.

In the end, after twenty years of wandering, Amu was now thirty or forty.

There was one place he hadn't been to.

The mountain where we first met.

Amu went today.

Where, he saw a white crane, dancing.

"I like you."

"I think, so do I."

Amu stayed here.

A thatched house, a white crane, and an amu.