I often dream of Shen Ying in my dreams, he embroiders python mink fur, and he is still such a beautiful miserable green boy.

In the dream, he said, mother, I'm sorry, the child is not filial. With that, he threw himself into my arms. I woke up crying happily. When he woke up, he found his arms empty.

Countless times I have hugged my child in my dreams so happily, and countless times I have cried and woken up in amazement.

It's been a long time since my child died.

In the garden outside the window, Yingli was practicing with Ai'er, and she taught him how to use the bundle immortal rope, which was her unique skill in the East China Sea.

If you have a fairy daughter you like in the future, tie her up with a fairy rope, and she will be yours. Yingli said half-jokingly and half-seriously to Ai'er. Ai'er shook her head, if that fairy daughter also loves me, there is no need to tie up the fairy rope, and the person who can bind her can't tie her heart!

The love of children is unscrupulous, but Yingli is already as pale as dirt.

She sat down on a stone chair in the bamboo forest, feeling concerned.

What is the use of tying up the fairy rope? She once tied up Yang Jian's people, but she didn't bind Yang Jian's heart. Ying Li finally threw the bundle of fairy ropes in her hand to the ground in despair.

Ai'er looked at her in a daze, gently touched her cheek with her hand, and asked worriedly: Mother, what's wrong with you? Did Ai'er say the wrong thing?

Yingli didn't answer Ai'er's words, but just hugged Ai'er tightly into her arms.

Sunlight poured in through the window and fell on my eyes. My tears glistened in the sun.

Even if you can bind a person's heart, there is no guarantee that that heart will never change. I am afraid that what is bound is also for a while, not forever.

I sat down with my back against the window, my shoulders shaking.

As I cried over the love I had lost, I found that my heart was still aching.

I can't remember how many women Tianjun fell in love with, I only know that after the pearl, Tianjun never fell in love with anyone again. In the past, I always complained that it was the cruelty of the Queen Mother of the West that made the Heavenly Monarch forget me, forget Lili, and forget the Snow Girl. I always make excuses for myself, saying that if it weren't for the obstruction of the Queen Mother of the West, the Heavenly Monarch would not have left me to fall in love with someone else. But when I think of it, I feel ashamed. The Queen Mother of the West also obstructed, why did the Heavenly Monarch die for Jiangzhu? It seems that the Heavenly Monarch just doesn't love the rest of us deeply enough.

Whenever I feel sorry for myself, for Lili, and for the Snow Maiden, I think of the police illusion. Compared with the police illusion, Lili and I are always happy with the Snow Girl. No matter how short the time the Heavenly Monarch loves us, he has always loved us, even if it is not deep enough, he has loved us. And what about the police illusion? The Heavenly Monarch has never had a love for her. Her relationship with the Heavenly Monarch has always been her wishful thinking. But love is often a one-person thing, so the illusion is happy. She is pure to the end, intense to the end, passionate to the end in her own love.

The same fate as the police fantasy is my child Shenying.

He sacrificed himself for his pure, intense, passionate love.

My silly boy, why didn't you think about your mother when you sacrificed yourself?

When I miss Shenying, I go to the West Heaven. Every plant on the bank of the Spirit River records Shen Ying's love. My silly boy, when he was crazy and stupid, poured out his stubborn love to those plants.

When I opened the leaves of those plants, all I heard was the mournful call of the gods: Zhu, Zhu, Zhu......

So decisive, so obsessive, so enthusiastic and unrestrained.

My silly boy, my silly boy!

When I was sitting by the Spirit River, I actually met the Heavenly Monarch.

He walked aimlessly along the banks of the Spirit River alone, like a headless fly, with a confused expression and a messy gait.

I walked up to him, took his arm, and looked at him with confusion, and it took him a long time to recognize me.

You, you also come to the Spirit River? His voice was hoarse and low, and his eyes were gray.

I came to Linghe for Sizi, and you came to Linghe for mourning, not all the way. A sneer crossed my lips.

After being silent for a long time, he finally said: Ah Yue, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, Lili, and the Snow Girl and Phantom, but I can't repay it.

I watched him stagger around and stagger away. His dragon robe was spotless in the background of Linghe, and he could no longer see the slightest imperial domineering.

The back faded away from my gaze, so far away that I knew that I would never be able to touch it again.

When Yingli took her Ai'er back to the East China Sea to visit relatives, the entire Chixia Palace was so deserted. I may be old, and I am terrified of that silence. I began to learn how to travel around the Three Realms.

On the way around I met the Snow Maiden, who was sitting on the back of a hailbird and flew from one mountain to another. The huge wings of the graupel flared in the daylight, like a snow-white sail. The Snow Maiden smiled unusually brightly on those wings.

I think, I, Lili, Snow Girl, and Police Fantasy, finally one of them has found happiness.

The Snow Maiden should be happy, otherwise why would she smile so happily?

Then the snowbird is also happy, right? Otherwise, why do you soar so freely? (To be continued......)