The next day, Qing Zhan left White Wing City with her henchman Yilin and Tang Songluo's henchman Tang Qiong.

The soldiers guarding the city politely sent them away, and the smiling face like a ghost made Qing Zhan want to be beaten up when he saw it.

The carriage moved slowly and steadily along the road, and Qing Zhan lay in the middle of the car, scribbling on a shabby notebook. Yi Lin curiously stretched out his head to look, but was poked in the head by Qing Zhan.

"What are you writing about? Yi Lin asked her with a faint smile, not minding Qing Zhan's resistance at all, but wanted to take a look.

Qing Zhan pursed his lips and said, "I'm writing a diary, so I won't show it to you." ”

"Diary?" Yi Lin was slightly suspicious, he raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face was a little faint.

"Of course. It's a diary! I'm going to write it down every day in the future, maybe it'll become history, and when I'm dead, I'll have to keep it for me. Qing Zhan squinted her eyes and smiled, her hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but in Yi Lin's eyes, it was full of sadness.

"What nonsense, I don't have time. Irin turned his head away from her, just smiled faintly and looked out the window at the scenery along the way.

Qing Zhan didn't say anything more, she tilted her head and smiled softly, and then continued to write the story she wrote.

This book was given to her by astrology before leaving. Qing Zhan thought that if someone could read her story after a long, long time, maybe they would feel sad.

At this time, Qing Zhan wrote seriously, and she didn't expect that it was this messy thing that would become the only record of this period of history in the future. The legend that everyone recited orally is the story written by this woman herself.

After a rough journey, she returned to Tasro.

Although her final destination is not here, she still wants to return here anyway, first, to see Tang Songluo and return his soup dome to him, and secondly, it can be regarded as a formal farewell.

After the rest of the journey, they were destined not to be together.

Qing Zhan thought of the days she had gone through with Tang Songluo, and finally sighed softly.

The gates of the soup house are still on the streets of Tasroli, and this door was once her refuge. Qing Zhan stepped forward, she gently pushed, but the door opened inadvertently.

Hearing the movement of the door, the first to come out was the housekeeper uncle, he saw that it was Qing Zhan back, so he greeted him with a smile: "It turned out that Miss Ah Zhan is back, I haven't seen you for a few days, I can't recognize you coming." ”

When Qing Zhan heard him say this, she also smiled happily, with a delicate face with bright colors, she smiled and asked, "Uncle, you are laughing, Tang ...... Where's Tang?"

Hearing Qing Zhan ask this, the housekeeper's old face flashed more and more bright red, he smiled and pointed to the road to the backyard, and then said to Qing Zhan: "My lord is in the study, waiting for you." ”

Qing Zhan nodded, and after taking Yi Lin and Tang Qiong to say goodbye to Uncle Housekeeper, he walked along the road to the backyard.

The road in Tangfu is still so thin and long, and Qing Zhan walks on this road, but he feels a feeling of turning back to his heart. I used to walk around here and there, and I didn't miss it when I was far away. But this time, Qingzhan felt more and more sad.

Tang Songluo's study was still closed, and he always stayed in this door, busy with things that Qing Zhan never knew. He is always confident and always calm, but now it seems that Qingzhan and his world are really far away.

Qing Zhan stood in front of Tang Song Luo's study, she stretched out her hand, and knocked on this door several times, but it was always a little bit short. She stood there hesitantly, while Irin stood behind her, only a bitter smile.

Just as Qing Zhan was hesitating to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened.

As the door creaked open, Qing Zhan saw a familiar face.

Tang Songluo was standing inside the door, he was holding the door with one hand, and a song was hidden between his sleeves. He had the same gentle smile on his face as always, like a spring breeze.

"Why are you standing at the door?" Tang Songluo's voice had a slight smile in it, he reached out and touched Qingzhan's head, and the softness of her hair gradually warmed up in his palm.

Qing Zhan didn't know how to speak, she lowered her head and looked at her toes, and her cramped appearance reminded Tang Songluo of the scene when she had just brought her back. But they all know that the girl in front of them is no longer the girl she was at the beginning.

Tang Qiong, who was standing behind him, had already consciously given up the glorious and great profession of the light bulb, he picked up Yi Lin and left this place of right and wrong, and Yi Lin also sighed consciously, and let Tang Qiong carry him away.

In the entire courtyard, only Qing Zhan and Tang Song Luo were left.

The evening sun became soft and ambiguous, hitting the two people and dragging the shadows. Qing Zhan raised her head, she looked up at Tang Song Luo, who was slightly taller than herself, and then gently called his name.

"Ah Tang ......" Qingzhan's voice was soft and low, mixed with the little love left of her girlhood, and gently fell on Tang Song Luo's heart.

Tang Songluo stopped Qing Zhan's words, he stretched out his hand to cover her face, and then shook his head at her and said, "Ah Zhan, don't speak." ”

Qing Zhan felt the warm feeling on Tang Song Luo's body, and he stood so close to her, as if he was about to melt her by accident.

And the next moment, a warm hug came to Qingzhan unexpectedly and seemingly unexpectedly.

Tang Songluo stretched out his hand, and he hugged the thin body of the girl in front of him into his arms. He didn't dare to push too hard, as if with a little force, this fragile girl would disappear in front of his eyes.

Qing Zhan quietly let Tang Song Luo hold her, her cheeks rubbed against his clothes, the soft texture also carried the unique temperature from Tang Song Luo's body, which slightly cold feeling, it was like the morning sun.

The two people embraced each other quietly, and in the company of sunset, the shadows of the two people merged into one.

In the end, Tang Songluo's voice rang in Qing Zhan's ears.

"Ah Zhan, accompany me to Agarwood Island to see the sea of flowers. Tang Songluo said.

Qing Zhan looked up at him in surprise, but met a pair of gentle and determined eyes.

This is Tang Songluo's usual expression, confident and indifferent, as if everything in the world can't stop him.

He saw through everything again, and at one point told her his choice: he would stay with her, and for whatever reason, he wouldn't let her run away.

Qing Zhan was stunned for a moment, and a smile with tears appeared on her delicate face, and she nodded hard and said, "Okay, let's go to Agarwood Island to see the sea of flowers." ”

Qingzhan's voice trembled slightly, but it was an expectation for the future.

She finally believed that no matter what the circumstances, he would not leave him.