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In winter, the sky always brightens later than usual. By three o'clock, it was only dark outside the window. Wang Ren turned over and woke up with sleepy eyes half-open, and he looked to the side in a daze.

The brocade quilt was raised, but there was no one on the pillow.

He sobered up a little, carefully lifted the corner of the quilt, and looked inside, only then did he see someone. The doors and windows were closed, the light in the room was still a little dim, and the shoulders that greeted him seemed whiter and whiter. Wang Rendeng was completely sleepy, leaned over and hugged him, whispered "Furou", and tightly wrapped the person into his arms.

After so long, every day when he opened his eyes, he still felt like he was in a dream, and he had to take someone into his arms and hold him before he felt that everything in front of him was real. Bowing his head and kissing her smooth shoulder twice, Wang Ren curled his lips with satisfaction, satisfied like a cat.

But Song, who was tightly hugged by him, only felt out of breath and sleepy, so he had to kick his calf with his toes with great effort, and muttered softly: "Don't make ...... trouble"

She has been in Beijing for so many years, and she still speaks with the unique softness of Jiangnan people, and her ordinary speech is a consistent harmony and softness, which will sound even softer.

Wang Ren didn't listen to it, and when he heard it, he couldn't bear it, and even the sound of breathing became heavy at the moment.

But the sky is white, and it should be bright when he looks outside, if he will toss her, he will have to be left out in the cold for several days. There was no way, Wang Ren had to grit his teeth and let go of the person, rolled himself to the corner, buried his face on the pillow, and took a deep breath.

After a while, he couldn't help but wonder when he saw that there was no movement beside him. Sullen shouted: "Furou? ”

The voice fell, but there was still no movement.

Wang Ren couldn't help but raise his head, but saw that she was sleeping soundly again holding the quilt.

The crow's hair is long and thick, and when well raised, it looks like a piece of satin. Wang Ren's hands itched when he saw it, and he touched it and stroked it twice before taking his hand back.

There was a noise outside the window, and he listened with bated breath. I could tell it was snowfalling. So he lightly tucked the quilt for her. Then I got enough clothes from the ** side of the low table, put it on casually, lifted the quilt and got up.

has been married for several years, and he doesn't mention it. The skill of cooking has really grown a lot.

After resigning from the post of Admiral of Dongchang and handing over almost all of his manpower to Xiao Runzi, he was suddenly completely idle. I thought that I would be free, and I no longer had to count the days and pinch the hours to live. Who knew that after this relaxation, he was not used to it.

After two days of idleness, he couldn't be idle anymore.

It just so happened that the Song family occasionally felt the wind and cold, and his appetite was not good. Thinking that he wanted to eat hometown food, he found a chef from Yanling to come back, and after watching it on the side for two days, he was interested in learning two hands, but he never thought that this learning really made him addicted to learning.

The sword was replaced by a spatula. There's nothing wrong with that.

Wang Ren pondered what to do for breakfast, and at the same time pulled his shoes and walked out slowly. Walk to the door, open the curtain and push the door open. A cold wind blew in front of you, mixed with larger and larger snow particles. It hurts to the bone in the face. He hurriedly retreated, and went inside, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find the big one.

He didn't like to be served, and the Song family followed him in everything, but this time he came to live in the other courtyard, he said that he simply didn't bring anyone, so he really only allowed Xiao Wu to catch the car, and Yuzi accompanied him with a package cage.

After nightfall, he was even more reluctant to have anyone on duty at night, so he sent everyone far away early in the morning, and was not allowed to appear until noon.

If he wanted to find clothes, he could only find them one by one with the cage himself.

After looking for a long time, he was able to find it. After he changed into it, he tiptoed into the inner room to look at Song's movements, and when he saw that she was still asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, and went out of the door again to go down the porch.

However, although he had wrapped the thick coat around his body and was wearing warm wool boots under his feet, he was still freezing when he stood under the porch, and the winter wind was blowing on his body in bursts.

Fortunately, this place is not big, the kitchen is just a few steps away, and it will be to the ground in a while.

Wang Ren stomped his feet to shake off the snow on his shoes, and reached out to push the door open. The small kitchen is densely packed with a bunch of melons, fruits, vegetables, beef and mutton, and there are a few fish in the big vat in the corner.

In the winter, fresh fruits and vegetables are rare, but if there is no shortage of silver at hand, are you afraid that you won't be able to eat fresh? There are many methods.

When he came to the courtyard this time, Wang Ren specially asked people to prepare a cart of things and send them, waiting for him to show his skills.

He has a big cooking rules, and no one else is allowed to get in the way, and except for a fire, no one else is allowed in the kitchen. Walking to the edge of the water tank, Wang Ren glanced in, and saw that although the fish was swimming slowly, he didn't make a sound when he was still moving, but only turned his head and walked towards the vegetables piled there.

As soon as he pulled two bracken, Xiao Wu's voice sounded outside: "Why did you get up so early?" ”

"It's you who woke up late." Wang Ren bent down to pick up the vegetables and blocked back without raising his head.

Xiao Wuyi choked, looked up at the sky outside the eaves, one side was gray and the other side was white and not yet bright, which was clearly just bright!

But in front of Wang Ren, Xiao Wu didn't dare to defend in the end, so he quickly rolled up his sleeves and plunged into the kitchen, moved the small pestle and sat in front of the stove, and raised the fire first.

When the green smoke came out, Wang Ren also selected the dishes, straightened up and looked at the cold water in his eyes, but he couldn't wash it ruthlessly, so he turned his head to look at Xiao Wu: "Go, wash the dishes." ”

"......" Xiao Wu wanted to cry, "The little fire hasn't been raised yet......"

Wang Ren glanced at the stove without being salty or indifferent, "Wash it first and then raise it." ”

Xiao Wu stood up slowly, took the dishes and went out, whispering as he walked, knowing that there were not enough people, but he refused to let people into the kitchen, what a sin......

However, by the time a pot of vegetables was washed, Xiao Wu was already shivering from the cold, and he didn't even have the strength to slander his stomach.

Tianyuan was very cold, and living in such a popular place as Dongcheng made people shiver, but Wang Ren led the Song family to secretly come to live on the edge of Surabaya. The wind and moon outside are beautiful, and the snow scene is pleasant, but this person is going to be frozen stupid.

Xiao Wu went back to the kitchen bitterly, and this time he didn't need Wang Ren's voice to rush directly to the stove, and he was ready to roast the fire.

He squatted there. I want to bury my head in the fire.

Wang Ren saw it with a knife, so he chuckled twice, and sent Xiao Wu to kill the fish.

When Xiao Wu heard this, his face fell, and he almost cried: "How can there be a ...... who eats fish early in the morning" Not to mention that you never eat fish?! But Xiao Wu didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, and swallowed it stiffly.

"My wife loves to eat." Wang Ren succinctly dropped the four words, turned around and walked towards the water tank. () With his back to Xiao Wuyun, he commanded lightly. "I want the fattest one."

Xiao Wu burst into tears in his heart, caught the fish with the attitude of righteousness and death, and felt that he was more bitter than this fish.

Mrs. is such a gentle and kind person. Why did you fall in love with Yin Gong......

But when I think about it, when Yin Gong was facing his wife, he was kinder than anyone else, as if he had changed as a person.

Little Five was puzzled. The same is true of the people.

Only Wang Ren is willing to be like a glutton, serving the Song family to dress and eat for pleasure. It was the happiest thing for him.

While Song finished making breakfast while he was sleeping, Wang Ren didn't call her to get up, but only let Xiao Wu boil water and go to the ear room to bathe and change her clothes again, and then slowly walked to the inner room. When I got to the **, I took off my shoes and turned them over. hugged Song through the quilt and muttered: "If you don't get up again, you will be three poles a day." ”

"What? What the? Song slept in a daze, and jumped up when he heard the words. The forehead hit his chin squarely.

The two of them lowered their heads together and exhaled in pain.

This collision was not light. Song Shi's drowsiness disappeared completely, but he didn't care about rubbing his forehead, he just hurriedly looked at Wang Ren's chin, and said angrily: "Look at me, it's not light or heavy, how can it be good when it will be green." ”

Wang Ren let her look at her against her chin, and said indifferently: "No outsiders can see it left and right, and it will not damage the heroic posture." ”

"......" Song laughed, reached out and clenched his fist and lightly slapped his shoulder, "Come on, you will indulge me, Xiao Wu and Yuzi will see it later, and I will scold you on weekdays." ”

Wang Ren said with a shy face: "That's okay, I'm willing to beat or scold." ”

Song Shi didn't talk about him, but seeing that he looked faceless and skinless, he had no choice but to push him to get up and get clothes for himself.

Hearing the word clothes, Wang Ren's heart was hot, and he subconsciously looked at her.

Song was embarrassed and urged: "Let's go!" ”

Wang Ren responded with "yes, yes", and went back to get clean clothes step by step.

After getting dressed and washed, the two moved outside. Yuzi had already set the meal on the table, and even the moist tea had been poured.

Wang Ren glanced at Yuzi with satisfaction, sent the person away, and only raised his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables for the Song family, while pretending to be careless and asked, "How does it taste?" ”

"It's better than the craftsmanship of Chef Liu earlier." Song never praised him.

Wang Ren smiled proudly, his skills were learned from Chef Liu, which shows that he is better than blue, how can he not be happy.

After the meal, the snow had gradually stopped, and only a few scattered snow flakes remained. The husband and wife ordered someone to move the couch and place it under the plum tree in the yard.

The plum blossoms just right, and the wind blows the fragrant breeze.

There is a small red clay stove on the side of the couch, and the heat is rising warmly. Yuzi hugged the pot and her daughter came over, and heated the wine, and after a while, the aroma of wine overflowed. In the middle of winter, take a few sips of wine to warm your body and heart, and you will have a unique taste with fragrant snow and white plums.

Wang Ren wrapped himself tightly, and even with the Song family, he didn't relax, and wrapped people so that he couldn't see anyone at his clothes.

Song laughed and laughed, saying that it was a big deal to stay in the house.

Wang Ren couldn't do it.

Enjoying the snow and drinking with her is a scene in a dream. Now that he has the opportunity, how can he be willing to stay in the house and not move. Otherwise, when Yan Huai and the girl from Xie Shuning's family were arguing to come together, he would not have scolded her with a black face and did not allow her to follow.

After leaving for two days, I don't know what the ugly girl has become.

Thinking of his granddaughter's puffed face and crying, Wang Ren couldn't help laughing.

Seeing him laughing, Song couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?" ”

"I remembered Ugly." Wang Ren sat down on the couch and picked a fan to fan the red clay stove, "Brother Cong'er and Yi'er's boys from the Aman's family are quiet and don't even speak, and they are like ugly monkeys, and I don't know which one to follow." As he spoke, the smile on his lips never faded.

Song listened with his ears pricked up. Suddenly embarrassed, coughed lightly twice, and said embarrassedly: "I was a ugly person when I was a child......

Wang Ren looked at her in surprise.

Song shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't forget it, when Aman was three or four years old, he was also very greedy." Later, when I entered Beijing, I suddenly felt like I had grown up. They have grown much older in their words and deeds. There's no time to mess around anymore. ”

So many things happened back then, that is, she was tossed so much that she changed her temperament, and Ah Man grew up even more at a young age. Later, he became more and more calm.

Therefore, if it weren't for the Song family mentioning it at this moment, Wang Ren would never have expected it.

He laughed: "Ah Man still has a time to make trouble, it can be seen that Ah Chou is with her." ”

Song also laughed, and the two laughed softly. I don't mention what happened in the early years. Sad, sad After all, those past events have been lost with the years.

Wang Ren looked at the person sitting beside him.

Blowing clouds and sideburns, hibiscus face, and a gentle smile on the cheeks.

He just looked at it like this, and his heart was filled with joy. It's hard to help yourself.

At this time, the warm daughter Hong made a soft "coo" sound, and the parrot on the shelf not far from the porch was awakened. Staring at his eyes as round as black beans, he flapped his wings and flew away. But he was dragged back by the silver chain hanging on his ankle, so he had to squat back helplessly, and screamed twice in his throat.

When Wang Ren heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at it from afar, and there was a burst of laughter in his eyes.

He put his arm around Song's waist, sat lazily there, and muttered softly, "You can take root next to me in the future, and you can't go anywhere." ”

If she were a bird, then he would have to be the chain around her feet.

From the first time he saw her when he was eleven years old, he saw only her in his eyes.

A dream of floating clouds also has a time when it comes true.

Song bent down to look at the pot of wine, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but redden, and he responded softly, "Okay." ”

This year, Wang Ren was thirty-seven years old.

It's been twenty-six years......

The hand resting on her waist was slender and clean, with distinct bones. Through her clothes, she seemed to be able to feel the tenderness above. She shuddered slightly, leaned into his arms, and curled up in his arms as if afraid of the cold.

From then on, the cold and warm of the world are not worthy of this dependence.

The sky and the earth are silent, but even the wind with snow particles seems to be warm.

Every year after that, when the snow fell, Wang Ren would take the Song family to Surabaya Villa.

Without servants, only the two of them came with packages, like the most ordinary and ordinary couple in the world, living the most ordinary life in the world.

Year after year.

The eldest girl of the Yanhuai family, Ah Chou, also grew up and got married.

Before Wang Ren sent her out, God mysteriously sent a large box of things. Everyone didn't know what was inside, but when they arrived at her husband's house, Ah Chou ordered someone to open it to see, but it contained all the small objects she had played with when she was a child.

There are wooden figures made by her father, puppets made by her mother, and strange stones selected by Wang Ren......

There are so many of them that they fill a big box at some point.

Ah Chou looked at them one by one, and tears fell down in a flutter.

In the autumn, when Wang Ren was fifty years old and had his birthday, she led her new aunt back to see him, and she had to let her new aunt kowtow to him. The uncle also kowtowed respectfully three times, Wang Ren was very happy, and when he turned around, he smiled with the Song family and said, Ah Chou picks a man's eyes with her, and he is stronger than Ah Man.

As he got older, his temperament gradually improved a lot.

I don't like to lose my temper anymore, and I'm not as picky as I used to be.

The people below were very happy, but Song looked at it, but he was a little worried. But she couldn't tell what she was worried about.

After entering Layue, Wang Ren ordered people to pack up their things as usual and prepare to go to the Surabaya Courtyard.

Year after year, it has become a habit. The people in the house were also very familiar with it, and as soon as they got the order, they quickly prepared.

Who knew that on the day he went out, there was heavy snow in the sky. On the eaves of the house, the corners of the long street were covered with snow, and soon they were covered with snow. The road is covered with snow, and you won't be able to get out for a while.

Their plan to go to the Surabaya annex had to be put on hold.

Song sat on the hot kang with a handstove and painted with him, bowing his head and flipping through a book.

Xie Yi didn't like to study when he was a teenager, but later somehow listened to Wang Ren's words, studied hard in the academy for a few years, and after coming back, he went to high school and entered the Hanlin Academy. And then later. He began to write books and essays. and he was only full of learning, and he almost never participated in court battles, and he became more and more valued by the emperor.

Song flipped through his son's book, but he couldn't understand it.

Once upon a time, her son, who was forced to go to school by twisting his ears, suddenly became unfathomable.

She closed the book and teased, "I came out as a nerd." ”

However, the voice was behind, but the person next to him did not answer.

My heart was pounding. She dropped the book and turned her head to look. saw Wang Ren sitting there with a pen, and suddenly fell down.

****

In the winter of that year, they were not able to go to the Surabaya Annex.

Wang Ren is sick.

Extremely sick.

After the deer hole came to the pulse. frowned. Xie Shuning didn't dare to ask the Song family to listen, and only quietly discussed with Yan Huai and Lu Kong in the ear room. Wang Ren's body has always looked good, but his foundation is not good, and he is like a mountain of illness. It crushed people in one fell swoop.

He suffered so much when he was a child that he couldn't even wear a thick coat on a cold day. Hunger and cold are common. The cold air penetrates into the bones and does not fade over the years. Therefore, he is afraid of the cold, more than ordinary people. He always said with a smile that it was because the winter sky looked too dull. The tone is dim, cold, and unpleasant, so it does not like deep winter.

It's like he doesn't like summer either.

But he is clear...... It's clear that I'm really afraid of the cold......

From the inside out. Fear emanating from the bones.

It's cold on the body, and it's even colder in the heart.

Inconstancy. He had already tasted the warmth and coldness of people when he was a child. When I was older, I was used to the insidious and ruthless methods, and the taste was a hundred times colder than pouring cold water in the cold winter of Sanjiu.

Red dust**, the sky is cold.

Meeting Song was the warmest thing in his life.

He had an old disease, which healed, but the pain was left behind after all.

Before reuniting with the Song family, he was even more reckless, never caring about his body, how many days he could live, and what kind of life he could become. He has no love in life, and he is not afraid of death. If you can't take the medicine, you will never take it, and if you can't die, you don't care about it at all, and you don't care about it.

But he was fundamentally injured, and when he reached the age of age, the original small illnesses all came out of his head.

A minor illness has become a major illness.

Lu Kong shook his head and said that there was no way out, so he could only adjust and look at the situation.

Xie Shuning listened, her legs weakened, and she helped Yan Huai to stand firmly, but tears were rolling down from her eyes, and she couldn't stop it.

Obviously, when I saw him a few days ago, he was fine, he could speak, laugh and lose his temper, why did he become so sick in a blink of an eye?

She didn't want to believe it, but no one present was any less upset than her.

If my mother knew, I was afraid that she would not be able to stand it.

She concealed what Song Lukong said, and only said that she had to recuperate.

However, the Song family is easy to hide, but Wang Ren is not a master who can easily hide it. When he woke up and saw that everyone was gathered together, he understood.

Song sat beside him, holding his cool hand, and asked him softly what he wanted to use.

After fainting, he did not eat a grain of rice, and even drank a drop of water.

Wang Ren put his face in her palm with a tired expression, and said in a low voice: "I'm thirsty......"

Song responded with red eyes, got up and went to pour water. Wang Ren raised his hand and beckoned Xie Shuning to approach Yan Huai, and only asked, "Is there no way?" ”

"It's not a big deal, you just have to keep it." Yan Huai shook his head.

Wang Ren went to see Xie Shuning.

Xie Shuning looked away slightly and said, "Don't worry. ”

Wang Ren sighed and didn't say anything more.

After taking medicine for half a month, his body has improved a little, but his spirit is always sluggish, and he has lost weight rapidly. Whatever he ate, he only felt like chewing wax, and gradually he lost the idea of eating.

In front of the Song family, he forced himself to eat, laughing and swallowing little by little.

But as soon as Song turned around, he vomited it all.

Lukong said that he had something in his throat, and if he wanted to remove it, he had to cut his throat, but this cut was made, and the person went.

Really...... There is no way to do it.

Ah Chou learned the news, hurried over, entered the door without saying a word, lifted his skirt and ran to Wang Ren, pushed the door in and knelt beside his illness ** and cried, tears like rain.

When she was six years old, she grabbed a sugar gourd and rushed to find her aunt Xian.

It was a hot day, and the branches of the big trees in the yard were lush and verdant. The summer cicada hissed sharply inside.

As she walked, she looked up at the top of the big tree, and with a small face, she turned around and let people stick them away, so as not to disturb her aunt's purity.

But she didn't know that her aunt would never find them noisy anymore.

She turned a corner, crossed a tree, and saw her aunt reading in a wheelchair with her back to her. She shouted "Auntie" and ran over. But there was no response. She thought she was asleep. He leaned over and looked at it. saw that my aunt closed her eyes and did not move, and the blanket that was originally covering her knees slipped to the ground.

She was stunned, and pushed her arm and screamed twice. My aunt didn't respond......

That was the first time she knew, and it turned out that people said that if they didn't, they could die......

She lost her aunt, and now even her favorite grandfather is about to be lost.

Ugly cried like a child who hadn't grown up. Crying and ignoring his face, he muttered that he was going to go to Lukong to settle accounts. What a broken doctor, he can't save his aunt and grandpa, what kind of doctor is he!

Wang Ren was lying on the sick **, but he laughed.

"He's a doctor," he said. It's not a god. Don't cry, they are all people who have become mothers, how can there be such a way to cry. ”

"It would be nice if he were a fairy......" Ugly's eyes widened. Tears are still like a beaded curtain with broken threads, falling non-stop.

Wang Ren belched. Shaking his head, he said: "People will eventually die, but sooner or later, what are you crying about?" ”

Ugly was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

Wang Ren looked at it, and his tone gradually choked, "I'm old, don't make me cry......"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red in the end.

The grandparents and grandchildren were sad for a while, it was the night when the Song family was by Wang Ren's side, listening to him chattering about the children below, from the Xie Yi brothers and sisters to the grandchildren, they all remembered carefully, and what they liked and didn't like, he remembered it more clearly than the Song family.

Song held his hand, which was getting thinner, and nodded in response to what he said.

The night was deep, and Wang Ren's voice gradually lowered.

"It's a pity that I couldn't accompany you to the Surabaya Courtyard again."

"It's the same when you're well." Song said softly.

Wang Ren curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, clasping her hand tightly.

When it was getting dark, he stopped saying what was beside him, but called her name over and over again.

"Furou ......"

"Hmm."

"Furou ......"

"I'm here."

"Furou ......"

"I've always been there."

"Have you forgotten? I'm rooted in you, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with you. ”

"I will accompany you all my life......"

Song whispered, but the person lying beside her never answered.

Three "Fu Rou", as if the world lasts forever.

It was dawn, but Wang Ren never got up again.

Song finally couldn't stop crying.

After Wang Ren was buried, he moved to the main hall, and the room was empty.

Song was alone, sitting in the room where they had lived together, sitting on this ** they had slept together, rubbing a stone that he liked best. He has a hard temper and is like a stone, no wonder the others don't like it, and prefer to collect this.

She used to laugh at him, but now she can't wait to accompany him every day to search for strange stones everywhere in Kyushu.

The air was filled with a faint smell of sandalwood, she closed her eyes, leaned on the ** pillar, and smiled slightly.

The fine lines at the corners of her eyes said that she was also old.

But at this moment, the expression on her face was extremely gentle, and it was unexpectedly beautiful.

In her life, she was lucky to meet him. Children are filial, each of them is complete, and it is even more complete. It's a pity that she couldn't give him a child in her life......

A child born like him.

Song closed his eyes, breathing softly, as if he had fallen asleep.

She never woke up from this sleep.

The children buried her and Wang Ren together.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, and the sky was as clear as a blue glazed tile......

Wang Ren opened his eyes in the middle of winter.

It was extremely cold, and the wind blew on the body like a razor for meat.

He laboriously touched the clothes on his body, which were thin and shabby, not to mention keeping warm from the cold.

The cold wind was blowing, and he was suddenly confused.

Isn't he dead?

But why did he sit on the ground in tattered clothes, frozen and stiff. He looked around blankly, only to see the long and narrow branches of a plum tree peeking out of the high wall beside him.

The white snow was mixed with many deep shades of red, and the petals of the plum blossoms fell slowly, straight to his mouth.

Wang Ren looked up and gasped.

He remembered the scene, he remembered!

Just then, there was a noise outside the narrow alley.

He struggled to keep his eyes open and look straight up, and saw a little girl wrapped in a snow-white fox fur jacket, barefoot, running eagerly into the alley.

The grandmother who followed behind her chased and shouted: "My good girl, put on your shoes first, how good is it if they are frozen!" ”

But she didn't hear it, and ran like a little fox in the woods, smart and fast.

When she got closer, she gasped for breath and stared at him without blinking.

The grandmother who followed after him also saw him, frowned, reached out to pull her, and looked around: "What's wrong with you, you woke up and didn't even care about putting on your shoes and ran here, I didn't have to turn back and let the young master know that I would train you......"

Mama babbled about taking her back.

She stubbornly squatted down, took out a snow-white and clean handkerchief from her arms and gently pressed it on his face, wiped off the snow and muddy water little by little, sighed with an old look, and said in a voice that couldn't be softer: "It turns out that you looked like this when you were young......

The eyes were full of tears, like the stream in the mountains in early spring, so clean and bright that it was not like words. (To be continued)

PS: The story is actually over a long time ago.

As an author, I have no regrets in my heart. The story of Yin Gong and the steamed bun girl is dedicated to the dear Yin Gong Party. Because I don't want to be perfunctory, I have been grinding slowly. I'm sorry everyone, it's not easy to subscribe to the genuine version, and I'm sorry for making everyone wait for a long time.

Yin Gong was originally just a supporting role that I accidentally thought of adding to the character table after opening the pit, and I didn't love him much. But slowly, he is no longer the person I set out to be. More often than not, I think he is alive, he is a tsundere, temperamental, turtle-haired and fussy man, but he is so strong and warm. At the end of writing, even I couldn't help but feel that he was more like a male protagonist. I have always disbelieved in love and do not believe in the saying that it lasts forever, but in Yin Gong, I believe it.

So the ending of the fan is more like another new beginning, which belongs to the story of Yin Gong and Song Furou.

All regrets will be fulfilled in the end.

Thank you, dear, for accompanying me, with steamed persimmons, with Yin Gong and steamed bread and many others, all the way to the present.

This time, it's really a complete goodbye.

However, Yin Gong said that the relatives of the book shortage can poke the new book "Palm Beads" without anything, collect a collection and raise a fat or something, a new story and a new beginning, goodbye relatives~ Another friend also opened a new book "Jinmou", 752