Time flies, months have passed, and in the blink of an eye, it is a humid dusk. This is a small town on the outskirts of Xi'an, and in a dark alley on the edge of the town, an old lady in her fifties and sixties is guiding three people to a dilapidated tiled house. She held a missing person revelation in her hand, and as she walked, she made comparisons and recounted how she met the person in the revelation. A solemn-looking woman hummed softly, and two men followed behind her, like her attendants.

They stopped in front of a dilapidated tiled house at the end of the alley. The door was hidden, and after a slight response, a thin figure appeared in the doorway. She raised her head and was slightly startled when she saw someone coming. Obviously, the appearance of these people was very unexpected to her, and she frowned unconsciously.

"Ah, hello!" The person who came was Xiao Ying, and behind her were two employees of Mingyang Group. It turned out that they had been looking for Yunmeng through various channels in the past few months.

"Hello." Yunmeng responded. The sound is like autumn leaves, faint and a little trembling. She felt it, and hurriedly took a step back and invited Xiao Ying into the house.

"Fire!" A stiff black shadow flashed out of the shadows behind the door, and he hid behind Yun Meng like a timid puppy, his expression sad and his voice sharp and helpless.

"I'm sorry, that's how he is." Yun Meng turned around and patted Yun Zhe on the back to calm him down and calm himself at the same time.

"How about him?" Xiao Ying looked at Yun Meng in surprise, Yun Meng smiled bitterly, and handed a piece of wooden stick to Yun Zhe. Yun Zhe took it and drew a long "1" on the ground.

"Have you been living here all these months ,------- you have been out?" Xiao Ying glanced at the musty house, her gaze sweeping over the pile of waste in the corner.

"It's nice here, too." Yun Meng pretended to say calmly. She poured a packet of Chinese medicine into a casserole in the corner of the house, then added water and placed it on the stove under the eaves. "What about you? What about you? Her face turned to the corner, her expression hidden in the gloomy shadows.

"We, we're good!" Xiao Ying's voice raised. Yun Meng's words reminded her of the purpose of this trip, and she tried to stabilize her emotions: "I'm here to tell you that I have discussed with my brother, and our wedding date is scheduled for the end of August. ”

The dark shadow in the corner of the wall made a collapsing sound, and Yun Meng gently picked up an item before putting it back in a moment. Then, there was another silence, a poignant silence.

"This ,----- my brother asked me to bring it to you." Xiao Ying took off one of his backpacks and put it on the corner of the table. "He said, 'He asked for this wish, this is his promise to you, this is the last thing he will give you.'" He said, 'Let him bless you,' and he hoped that you would find the right person in your life as soon as possible. ”

"Someone who is destined." Yun Meng muttered to herself, she pressed her face against the wall, the wind chimes in the corner of the wall rang, she held the wind chimes and gently pasted them to her face. At this time, Xiao Ying also turned around and forced back the tears that were about to bubble out of his eyes.

A lightning bolt struck the stained windowsill, and for a moment, raindrops fell on the corners of the eaves, splashing with droplets.

Footsteps sounded, and the landlord lifted the door curtain and saw Yun Meng holding a broken umbrella to send Xiao Ying and them out of the alley with the word demolition written on it.

The landlord's child, who had just learned to be a toddler, also staggered to the eaves, fluttered twice from the rain, and then staggered into the Yunmeng house.

The backpack was spread out on the table, and a snow-white wedding dress had been turned out by Yun Zhe and put it on his head curiously. He screamed and danced excitedly. The child was fascinated by the scene. He put his finger in his mouth and thought for a moment, then ran over and pulled the white streamer with his hand. His feet stepped on the long skirt, restricting Yun Zhe's movements, and Yun Zhe screamed.

Yunmeng and the landlord ran into the house almost at the same time. Yun Zhe let go of his hand, the wedding dress fell to the ground, and the child stepped on it and stained it.

"I'm sorry." The landlord picked up the child and apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay," Yun Meng's face turned pale, but he was as calm as water. "It's useless, it's going to have to be thrown away sooner or later." She muttered. The landlord opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, but she was frightened by Yun Meng's face, she knew how important a wedding dress was to a girl, she knew that her child was in trouble, so she hurriedly picked up the child and went out.

The rain curtain made the room even darker, and Yun Meng squatted on the ground, gently stroking the dirty and unseemly wedding dress with her hand, and stared intently and sourly. "I want you to wear the most beautiful wedding dress in the world, I want to give you the happiest wedding, I want to surround your life with love, forever, until the sea withers and rots. She thought of the snow, of the moving vows, of the beautiful fairy tales of snow. She took out the scissors, slowly cut the wedding dress in strips, and then, striking a match, ignited the wedding dress.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!" Yun Zhe ran over, he waved his hands, screamed in horror, shouted, stepped on his feet, and trampled the fire out. Then he threw himself into Yun Meng's arms, not daring to raise his head, just trembling. Yun Meng hugged him, stroked his head with his hand, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, it's over, it's all over." ”

Half an hour passed, Yun Zhe's mood stabilized, and he fell asleep leaning on Yun Meng's shoulder. Yun Meng hugged him tightly, listening to the crackling rain and the desolate wind chimes ringing heartily together.

"It's all over, isn't it?" She muttered under her breath. Yes, everything is over, she has returned the prince to his kingdom, she has returned the prince to the noble princess, the prince is going to marry the real princess, they have all returned to their respective worlds, they have all been themselves. Everything is perfect and deserved.

At least, it's all in the past, isn't it?