The wood falls and the geese cross to the south, and the north wind is cold on the river. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

My family's Xiangshui Qu is far away from Chu Yun.

The hometown tears are exhausted, and the lonely sail is seen in the sky.

The maze wants to ask, and the sea is long.

At night, pillowing in the crook of Zong Jiming's powerful arm, Guan Yiyi hugged Zong Jiming's lean waist one by one, smelling the familiar smell, but he couldn't sleep.

The snow outside the window fell on the original snow, making a subtle crashing sound.

From Baina City to the old man he met in the mountains, to the eldest brother who stood at the door of his house to greet them with an angry face, everything was like a dream.

Or to put it another way, from the moment I appeared in this place, it was like a dream.

Guan Yiyi put his cold little hand on Zong Jiming's face, touching a familiar warmth, for more than ten years, she asked herself more than one night like now, is all this a dream? If it's a dream, then this dream is too long and too real.

A self-deprecating smile curled up at the corners of her lips, afraid that these were just her imaginations.

The feeling of suffocation from the shop made Guan Yiyi a little breathless for a while, and this is the case, she has obviously seen everything, and she should have relived her life, and the terrible feeling of her previous life will still appear from time to time.

The heavy wheezing sound woke up the sleeping people on the side, Zong Jiming's eyes were still full of sleepiness, thinking that Guan Yiyi had a nightmare as usual, he closed his eyes again, but the movements in his hands did not stop, patting Guan Yiyi's back, and once again, it seeped into the cold heart like warm water.

Tears crossed the corners of his eyes and fell into the pillow, Guan Yiyi tried his best to expel the past from his mind, but it backfired, feeling the memories that were about to burst his head, Guan Yiyi couldn't help but roar.

Zong Jiming, who was woken up, opened his eyes violently, the candle in the room was about to be extinguished, and through the faint candlelight, Zong Jiming saw that the person who should have slept soundly was opening his mouth and choking silently at the moment.

The heart was throbbing and couldn't extricate himself, seeing that the person who was still joking with him during the day showed an expression that life was worse than death, Zong Jiming hugged Guan Yiyi hard, and the hand that slapped his back became more and more forceful, just wanting to make her sober up.

Zong Jiming has seen this situation, he doesn't know what kind of disease this is, but every time she gets sick one by one, she is uncomfortable, he is uncomfortable, she is painful, and he is even more painful.

By the way, the medicine given to him by Doctor Zhou.

Thinking of the medicine that Doctor Zhou gave him that year, Zong Jiming carefully put the person on the bed, but when he got out of bed, he almost tripped and fell on the side of the bed.

With his feet on his feet, Zong Jiming opened the door and rushed out of the room wearing only a thin middle coat.

Running quickly to the study, Yiyi hadn't been sick for a long time, and he had forgotten to give her medicine for a while, and now when he needed it urgently, he found that the road was so long.

Pinching the porcelain vase back to the room, Zong Jiming looked at the person lying on the bed in disbelief, his eyes seemed to be about to burst out of his sockets, and his trembling hands could no longer hold the porcelain vase, and fell on the heavy blanket, making a muffled sound.

On the bed, Guan Yiyi's hands were still on the dagger inserted in his heart, the bright red blood made the already red quilt black, and the snow-white middle coat was already red with blood at the moment.

Looking at Guan Yiyi with a peaceful face, Zong Jiming didn't dare to raise his feet and step forward.

The door that had not yet been closed was blown open by the cold wind, blowing out the faint candlelight, with a few snowflakes, slapping on his body as much as he could, his eyes were staring at the people on the bed, looking at the plum blossoms embroidered on the corners of Guan Yiyi's clothes, Zong Jiming finally couldn't help it, and slowly stepped forward step by step, and then the whole person collapsed on the side of the bed, as if the few steps just now had used up the strength of his whole body.

The dagger was inserted into Guan Yiyi's heart, even if he hadn't killed anyone, Zong Jiming knew that even the Jade Emperor Lao'er couldn't save her this time.

The whole person was lying on Guan Yiyi's body, letting the blood that was still flowing stain his hair and cheeks, Zong Jiming didn't want anything at this moment, he just wanted to spend the last night with the people under him.

Hands touched the sticky blood at some point, Zong Jiming slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips touched the plum blossoms at the corner of Guan Yiyi's clothes, the pink plum blossoms were immediately red by the blood, looking at the red plum blossoms, he suddenly panicked, and wanted to wipe off the red, but the hem of Yiyi's middle coat was wiped out of a piece of blood red, which he deliberately let the embroiderer embroider, for no other reason, just to keep himself in mind the scene of the first time he saw Yiyi.

I still remember the first time I saw Yiyi, the weather was cold that day, and Yiyi, who was wrapped in a ball, was hugged into the house by Aunt Hua like this, he looked at her like now, and she, like at this moment, closed her eyes tightly and ignored him.

The **** begged Aunt Hua to hug the little ball in Aunt Hua's arms, Aunt Hua agreed with a smile, and told him to be careful, he nodded happily, but the movements of his hands were cautious.

I remember the first time I hugged Yiyi, he fell in love with this subtle feeling, soft and small body with a milky fragrance, that feeling, like a plum blossom blooming in the courtyard, 'poof', a flower bloomed in his heart, and then the spring breeze blew and brought him to a paradise.

Now the body wrapped in his hand has lost the original milky fragrance, and there is a faint fragrance in the heavy smell of blood, which is the incense he specially picked for her, the only incense in the world, and it is a fragrance one by one.

Even when Yiyi opened his eyes for the first time, he remembered that a pair of eyes as calm as the sea seemed to be full of stars, and at that time he was still a small Yiyi like an old man, and his eyes were full of things he didn't know.

"If I die one day, don't be sad, people will die after all......"

This sentence has been hovering in Zong Jiming's mind, he wants to go to the underworld more than anyone else to pull Yiyi's soul back, but every time he sees Yiyi's desperate look when he is sick, he stops again, if he lets Yiyi live again, will this happen a second time? The third time? Or more......

The whole heart was like falling into an ice cellar, Zong Jiming leaned on Guan Yiyi's chest with his eyes blankly, and countless pictures with Guan Yiyi flashed in his mind, although there were laughter and trouble, but thinking back carefully, it seems that Yiyi has rarely really laughed over the years.

The biting cold wind blew on Zong Jiming's back, making Zong Jiming's whole person shiver, and then a low cry came from the room, and then the cry became louder and louder, and he was submerged in the snowdrifts piled up outside the room.

The night's snow finally stopped at dawn, and Qingqing, who stomped his feet to shake off the snow off his shoulders, yawned, and walked into the room with the door wide open, holding a copper plate with hot water in his hand.

Qingqing, who was curious about why the young uncle got up early today, turned her head, the copper basin in her hand slipped down, covered her mouth, and looked at the two people who fell in a pool of blood with an incredulous expression...... (To be continued.) )