Qin Zimo returned to the inn at the time of the child, but when he returned, he was very drunk. It was his childhood playmate who sent him back to the inn www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion, and when he saw Xue Yan, the man couldn't help but exclaim: "Chun Niang! ”

Xue Yan was puzzled: "You recognize the wrong person?" ”

After the man found out that he had made a mistake, he said he was sorry, but Xue Yan only thought that he was indeed the wrong person, and smiled at him, indicating that he didn't mind. Then she spoke to the man and left the inn.

Qin Zimo has always been very shallow in drinking, and in the years that Xue Yan has been with him, she has rarely seen Qin Zimo drink and be greedy, but now she looks like this, obviously because she returned to her hometown and thought about the sad past.

She took off his coat and carefully wiped the dirt from the corners of his lips.

The stars are sparse and the moon is bright, and the candlelight is faint. Little by little, her hands covered his hair, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips. She never seemed to be able to get enough of him, never be able to finish looking at him.

She still remembered that when she saw him for the first time in her memory, he seemed to come from the distant sky, with a black and shiny hair, a few strands of sideburns scattered, and his face was full of warmth and quietness, the folding fan in his hand swayed, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Xue Yan, my name is Qin Zimo." From now on, follow me. ”

Everything was so just right, everything was so predestined.

At that time, she was thinking about what kind of person she could save a little warmth between her eyebrows when she wasn't smiling. So, she smiled at him, she knew that she was born beautiful, and when she smiled, she must be beautiful.

Sure enough, Qin Zimo nodded: "Okay." ”

For so many years, no matter where Xue Yan goes, no matter how difficult she encounters, she will remember his light sentence. Better than any mountain of knives, better than any obstacles.

Xue Yan Gu was immersed in the memories of the past, and suddenly, a murmur sounded on the bed: "Chun Niang, Chun Niang ......"

She hurriedly put away her memories, grabbed Qin Zimo's hand, and said softly: "Childe, childe, what's wrong with you?" ”

She didn't know why Qin Zimo kept muttering this name, remembering that when his old friend saw that he had made a mistake, he also called Chun Niang, could it?

Her heart was full of apprehension, and from the woman's intuition, she suddenly concluded that his past must have something to do with this Chunniang. There was a pain in her heart for no reason, but before she could feel sorry for herself, the person on the bed had already opened her eyes, and there was a different kind of affection and longing in her sunken eye sockets.

Qin Zimo took her in his arms, as if he hadn't seen her for thousands of years, and the strength coming from his arm seemed to melt her into flesh and blood. He murmured as frantically as he could: "Chun Niang, is it you?" Are you back? ”

Xue Yan's face was very hot, although she was greedy for the warmth in his arms at the moment, she was sensible but clearly told her that she was not Chun Niang. She wanted to break free from her embrace, and eagerly defended: "Childe, it's me, I'm Xueyan." ”

But the people in front of him didn't seem to hear her speak, they still hugged her tightly, and continued to say: "Chun Niang, I was bad back then, can you forgive me?" Please, don't go, don't leave me alone. I've been so lonely all these years......"

Xue Yan wanted to wake him up and tell him that it was Xue Yan, but when she heard the words behind, she didn't want to struggle to break free. She let Qin Zimo hold her, like a lifeless doll, and found her unintentional fact in an instant.

Earlier, she had guessed that the picture scroll was hiding the lover on the tip of his heart, so she wept and felt sad. But today she finally saw the scroll, but there were no women on it, only a blank one. She began to guess whether she was really a painting soul, but even if she was really a painting soul, she also recognized it, as long as she could always accompany Qin Zimo, no matter what she was, as long as he didn't give up, she would never leave.

But at this moment, what he is talking about is the name of others, and what he is thinking about in his heart is his love for others. It was as if he had been awakened from a dream for many years, and the years he had experienced with her were like an ice flower, and after waking up from reality, it quickly shattered and split. The pain in her chest was tightly pressed under her skin, like a scimitar, ripping out her heart alive and whipping it at will.

Qin Zimo still held her tightly, but the murmur became smaller and smaller, desperately grasping his mother's arm like a baby, and then gradually fell into a deep sleep.

After watching him fall asleep again, Xue Yan walked back to his room and took a cloak to wrap around his body, then came to the courtyard and looked at the crescent moon in a daze.

She remembered the first time she had met him, and she had been blocked in the alley by a group of robbers, with the only money left in her hands. Watching the robbers push towards him step by step, she was nervous and didn't know what to do.

And Qin Zimo appeared in front of her like that, and the heavy snow slowly fell in the wind, painting his figure into a beautiful picture.

She also remembered that when she was first with him, she had a serious illness. She began to have a high fever overnight, and by the tenth day, she was no longer awake.

In the days when she was sick, Qin Zimo accompanied her day and night, found a doctor for her, and fed her medicine. The first thing she saw when she woke up was the gentleness in his eyes. At that moment, she secretly swore that even if she died in this life, she would never leave.

All the things that happened made her stubbornly believe that they still had a future.

But now, she only hopes that they will have an afterlife, and that they will meet again in the next life.