Ye Feihua stood tall and stared at the few figures that were rapidly moving away in mid-air.

"Can I leave my name?" Ye Feihua yelled.

"Donglan Principality, a thousand miles of punishment!" The voice of the strong man in gray came from afar.

"Donglan Principality, a thousand miles of punishment, I remember!" Ye Feihua raised her head and roared.

Ye Feihua picked up the small bag on the grass ground, poured out the gold coin, didn't even look at it, raised his hand, scattered the gold coin into the river bay, and then pulled the empty bag into strips of cloth and threw it on the grass.

"Even if you give me a mountain of gold, you won't get my wife back! My wife's life is priceless! Ye Feihua roared angrily.

The five entangled figures are like five intertwined meteors, flying farther and farther, and soon they cross Wangxiang Ridge and disappear.

Shu Colorful was lying on the grass, her expression was serene, motionless, as if she was asleep.

Ye Feihua rushed into the cabin, found a few planks and a bundle of ropes, made a simple stretcher, and carried Shu Fanfan to the stretcher.

"Ah Fu, you stay in the medicine field. Ah Chang, it's okay, the two of you escort the second lady home! He Shannon commanded a few words loudly, and then he and Ye Feihua lifted the stretcher and went straight to the Shujia compound.

Ye Feihua and He Shannon carried the stretcher, walking like flying.

After a short time, the two of them returned to the Shujia compound.

In the medical room, Shuli was standing behind the counter, clutching a handful of herbs in her hand.

Hearing the sound of rushing running in the yard, Shuli raised the corners of her eyebrows, and a trace of consternation appeared on her face.

Without waiting for Shuli to react, Ye Feihua and He Shannon carried the stretcher and were already swept into the medical workshop like a gust of wind.

Seeing Shu Colorful on the stretcher, Shu Li couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Colorful, we're home, Daddy is here, you'll be fine!" Ye Feihua carefully carried Shu Colorful to the bed.

Ye Feihua's voice woke Shuli up, and Shuli ran over from behind the counter with a hint of panic on her face that she had never felt before.

When she arrived at the bed, Shuli took a few deep breaths, suppressed her violently fluctuating mood, and then grabbed Shu's colorful wrist pulse and began to concentrate on it.

After a few seconds, Shuli's face changed drastically, and the fingers on Shu's colorful wrist trembled slightly.

Shuli seemed to be unwilling, and put her palm on Shu's colorful head, and the palm edge exuded a faint light green light.

Ye Feihua stared at Shuli with blank eyes, his whole body was tense, and he was sweating like pulp.

When Ye Feihua saw the grief and despair in Shuli's eyes, Ye Feihua couldn't help but sigh, slumped on the chair weakly, held her head in her hands, and curled up.

"Ah......" Although Ye Feihua tried his best to suppress his emotions, Ye Feihua's throat still couldn't help but let out a muffled roar.

After half a ring, he walked into the medical workshop with Shu Xiangxiang in his arms.

Shu Fenfang staggered to the bed, hugged Shu Color's arm, and began to mourn and cry.

Wuxiao stared blankly at Shu Colorful on the bed, and a mist rose in his cold pupils.

After a long time, Shuli was the first to come back to her senses. In just such a moment, Shuli seemed to be dozens of years old, and her face was full of pain and haggardness.

Shuli glanced at Wu Xian, and then looked at He Shannon.

He Shannon suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, and briefly recounted what happened in the river bay.

Shuli didn't say a word, just listened silently.

When He Shannon finished speaking, Shuli turned around, smashed his fist on the blue brick wall, raised his head and roared: "Miss me Shuli, hang the pot to help the world, save the life and help the wounded, be benevolent, and do countless good deeds!" Oh my! That's how you treat me? The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, Shuli I have always done good deeds and accumulated virtues, but I also attracted unjustified disasters! Oh my! How are you going to let me behave with myself? After finishing speaking, two tears slipped from the corners of Shuli's eyes.

Shuli turned back to look at Shuhua, her eyes full of love.

"Shiya! Fate! Fate makes people, sigh in vain! Alas......" Shuli caressed Shu's colorful green hair, gloomy and sad.

An atmosphere of grief and sorrow permeated every corner of the Shujia compound. The red paper that had not yet fallen off on the window lintel was torn off one after another, and plain white light veils were hung everywhere.

Ye Feihua has been nesting in the chair, staring at Shu Colorful affectionately.

I don't know how long it was, but night came.

The clear magic light reflected Ye Feihua's figure, and Ye Feihua sat quietly, staring affectionately, silent.

The night passed.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning passed through the openwork window and sprinkled on Ye Feihua's body, Ye Feihua was still indifferent.

Ye Feihua sat quietly for another day, staring affectionately for a day.

Night is here again.

Under the reflection of the clear magic light, Ye Feihua's sculptural figure was still motionless.

Ye Feihua sat quietly all night and stared affectionately all night.

During this period, Ye Feihua did not eat, drink, sleep, and no one disturbed Ye Feihua.

He Shannon and Wuxiao walked into the medical workshop silently, quietly accompanied Ye Feihua for a while, and then left silently. The same is true of Shuli and Shuxiangfang, who come quietly and go quietly.

On the third day, it was just dawn. Ye Feihua finally moved.

Ye Feihua picked up Shu Colorful, like a puppet, dragged her stiff legs, and slowly walked out of the medical workshop.

There is a mahogany coffin in the courtyard, which was made by Shuli herself.

Previously, Shuli injected a trace of light green light into Shu's body, so Shu's body has always remained soft. Ye Feihua kissed Shu Colorful for the last time, and then put Shu Colorful into the coffin.

Seeing the fragrant iron wood ring on Shu Color's finger, Ye Feihua was sad and speechless.

Things are not people, tokens are still there, and the people of Iraq have passed away.

Ye Feihua sighed lightly, picked up the coffin, and walked out of the Shujia compound.

"Sister......" Shu Fenfang screamed bitterly.

Shu Fenfang staggered after a few steps, collapsed to the ground, and fainted.

The maid on the side hurriedly carried Shu Fenfang back.

Ye Feihua carried the coffin and walked to Wangxiangling and the beautiful river bay.

There was a drizzle in the sky, a rarity in the valley of the setting sunset.

The river bay is shrouded in an ethereal mist, and the flowers and trees on both sides of the river are covered with crystal water droplets.

There is a new grave by the bend.

He Shannon found stones and stood on the grave.

Ye Feihua used tiger teeth to carve the words "Beloved Wife Shu's Colorful Tomb, Ye Feihua" on the stone.

After carving the words, Ye Feihua repeatedly rubbed the three words "Shu Colorful" on the stone tablet, and her face was full of sadness.

Shuli, He Shannon, Wuxian, Ping'an, Ah Fu, Ah Chang and others stood behind Ye Feihua, all with solemn expressions.

After Ye Feihua cleaned up the stone chips on the stele, she turned to look at Shuli and the others, and said calmly: "You guys go back first, don't worry about me, I want to stay here quietly for a while." ”

He Shannon stepped forward without saying a word, patted Ye Feihua's shoulder, and left first.

Shuli looked gloomy, sighed lightly, and then called Ping'an, Ah Fu, and Ah Chang, and also turned around and left.

Wuxuan bowed deeply in front of the grave, then glanced at Ye Feihua, and left resolutely.

After everyone left, Ye Feihua let out a sad cry and sat down beside the stone tablet.

The drizzle is full of sorrow and soul-eating.

Ye Feihua raised her head and looked at the sky blankly.

The sky was gray.

……

I don't know how long I sat there, but the sky began to get dark.

Ye Feihua held on to the stele and stood up.

Ye Feihua rubbed the stone tablet with her palm, her eyes staring at the tomb bag affectionately, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

In the end, a few words were squeezed out of Ye Feihua's mouth with difficulty: "Colorful...... I love! I...... Let's go! ”

"My Fair Lady, Gentleman;

If you tie the knot, what more can you ask for?

Wooden hedge house, laughing at spring and autumn;

I want to be indifferent, and I never stop killing;

How! How! ”

Ye Feihua muttered to herself, her voice dark and hoarse.

The drizzle continued, Ye Feihua tore open the fine rain curtain, stepped on the song and left, and the gloom and loneliness that fell on the ground dissipated in the wind.