In this way, it can be regarded as a wish.

Fan Wen retreated from this scattered immortal at the pole of the East China Sea, and this huge pole of the East China Sea was the only one with him.

He didn't sleep yesterday.

I sat on the cliff of the East China Sea for the night.

Just because he was so happy, he didn't dare to close his eyes, for fear that once he closed all this, he would change his appearance.

He did as he wished.

I never dared to dream like this. The scene was too unreal for him to bear.

Fan Wen served him to rest, as if everything was done as usual, but after closing the door of his dormitory, he spent the night on the edge of the cliff at the extreme of the East China Sea.

He doesn't feel tired, he just hates why the peaceful sun hasn't come out yet? If the sun is out, he can go to see him, and as long as he is there, he will not suffer from gains or losses in the future.

In fact, he couldn't wait for a moment here, but he also saw the tiredness between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, for many years, he was the only one who supported him so far, he was not a person who liked to shout that he was tired, but in front of him, he said that he was tired.

Tired, tired, remember to come back.

That's good.

He didn't ask for much.

He thought that with such thoughts, he would not be looked down upon in this life, and others would not disturb the tacit understanding between the two of them.

He knew that the ancestor would not respond to him.

Ancestor is a god who opens the sky, but he is also a rare person in this immortal who has no seven emotions and six desires. The ancient gods, the magic is unfathomable, but there are still some flaws.

They don't know how to love.

It is not the great love and fraternity of the world, these are the ways of heaven, and they naturally follow them.

He lacks little love.

Lack of family affection, lack of affection, lack of friendship, these are all blamed on him.

The ancestor is conceived by heaven and earth, heaven and earth are their parents, and heaven and earth are eternal, and they have never spoken, how can he experience those family affections?

The ancient gods, except for the ancestors and the ancestors, have fallen, and now the remaining two, one is in retreat for thirty-three days, and the other is in the underworld, how can they meet? Even if the ancestor and the ancestor are brothers, but after all, it is still different, the place where the ancestor was born is the thirty-three days of the sea of stars, and the ancestor was born in the West Sea, if they didn't meet by chance, I'm afraid there is no beautiful talk about the ancestor and the ancestor in this world.

But rumors are rumors after all.

There are only two of them left in the world to see how they know each other.

He didn't know anything about it, and he was afraid that the Ninghui Hall in front of the ancestor and the ancestor before him didn't know either.

He knew him and came too late.

Fortunately, he is back, so naturally it is not too late.

It was finally dawn.

Fan Wen no longer sat on the cliff, took the extreme morning dew of the East China Sea, and carried some peach blossom cakes towards him.

There was a knock on the door, but there was no question or answer.

He pushed the door in, and he slept soundly on the bed, with pleasure between his eyebrows.

He couldn't bear to wake up.

He had naturally seen him sleep before, but at that time, he didn't dare to take another step forward, so he could only bow his head slightly and look at him with his peripheral vision.

Be cautious and full of joy.

He doesn't need that today.

But Fan Wen still didn't dare to be too presumptuous, he responded like home, just responded to his sentence, and he felt that he had nothing to ask for.

For the rest of his life, he could look at him from afar beside this bed.

Song Nian slept very well, which made up for the hundreds of years that made up for this soul, and he had not slept so much in the hundreds of years, and his heart was unhindered

, such a pleasure to live.

Fan Wen saw that Xu is sun was too bright and disturbed him, so he turned his back, and the green silk like a waterfall was scattered, and the bed was covered with a floor.

Fan Wen held his breath.

The man had green hair on this couch, and because the door was not tightly closed, a gentle breeze came, and a few strands of his hair were lifted in the sunlight.

The sun is just right.

Fan Wen sat down on the chair next to the bed and waited for him to wake up. The place where he sat was very close to the bed, but it was a little bit away, and Fan Wen did not say anything, but just sat quietly.

The years are quiet.

A slightly stronger wind blew, and Fan Wenfu covered it with a spell, and he moved on this bed.

"But awake?"

Song Nian had no dreams all night, he was really down-to-earth, and now the sun was hanging high, and he was disturbed by the breeze and sunny sun, so he woke up slowly.

And then what entered the eyes was Fan Wen's beautiful and smiling face, which was really different from other days.

He Song Nian naturally remembered that he answered him yesterday, and he was never the one who broke his word.

"Hmm."

Seeing him wake up, Fan Wen immediately brought the tea and snacks he had just brought, and the smile at that glance was bright, and Song Nian was very useful to see.

"Fanwen, you haven't forgotten, I haven't freshened up."

Song Nian laughed at him for being so flustered, he hadn't freshened up, how to use these things for food and tea.

"I'm afraid you're hungry."

Hearing his words, Fan Wen didn't make a fuss, casually put the tea and snacks in one place, and tidied up his sleeves for him.

"It's still so hard to wear after all these years."

Fan Wen didn't answer, just smiled and didn't say anything. If this dress is nothing special when it looks at it, although it looks like an ordinary thing at a glance, it can't see a little bit of doorway.

Only because of this the clothing was prepared by him in all his writings.

At the thirty-three days, the ancestor did not like the cloud brocade woven by the weaver girls in the sky, and felt that they were too luxurious, and they were very restrained on the body, so if they were preparing the clothes of the ancestor in the thirty-three days, they often needed to be careful and careful.

The ancestors didn't want to be embarrassed by that group, and most of the time they turned a blind eye to the past, and they were not embarrassed.

But Fanwen knew that he was not comfortable.

So, he went to the sea of stars alone to extract the remnants of the glory of the passing stars, and weaved them into a gorgeous dress, which the ancestor liked very much.

Since then, these things have been undertaken by Fan Wen. And adding the clothes to some small places with complex designs is a little thought he buried in the bottom of his heart.

Knowing that he was hopeless, he still wanted to be a little closer to him when he was changing clothes, and a little closer.

Although Zun Zu loved the clothes prepared by Fan Wen very much, it was just because after wearing them, he felt like he had returned to the sea of stars.

Naturally, what this man does and thinks is the most agreeable.

It is also difficult for him to devote himself to this for many years. Fan Wen sorted out the clothes on his body for Song Nian. Then he twisted the veil and handed it to him, but Song Nian never took the veil.

I don't understand the text.

But I watched him put his hand on his sleeve and smooth out the folds of the handkerchief that had just been twisted, with a light movement, but with a bit of preciousness.

Fan Wenleng was on the side.

"I have never had the opportunity to serve others, and I have done something wrong, please forgive me."

Seeing what he said, Fan Wen turned around and took his handkerchief and put it on his face, scrubbed it clean, soaked it in water, twisted the handkerchief, unfolded it, and handed it to him again.

Will him

Those hands, carefully and carefully, wipe the palms and backs of the hands clean.

"Well, such an adult, I don't know how to wash my hands when eating?"

Listening to him rubbing his hands over there, while laughing, Fan Wen's face turned red without any breath.

People have changed.

Why is there so much more impropriety? Or was he like this from the beginning, but the two of them had never gotten along like this, so this scene felt so different in his eyes.

Song Nian is really the first time.

He coaxed the children, but he was kind and loving to them like a parent.

He had laughed at the stupid book, and whether it was a quarrel or an argument with him, it was easy for him to have a good relationship with them.

But he had never learned how to coax his dear.

He was a clumsy learner, and he didn't know how to grasp the scale, but he was so cautious and tentatively moving forward, just to please one person, he thought it was very interesting.

Because it has never been before, I feel overjoyed.

"Alright, let's eat."

Song Nian didn't know that this trip was too much, but Fan Wen now has a red face, which is very good-looking.

Song Nian pulled Fan Wen, who was now like wood, to the table and sat down, and stuffed a book of Chaolu Linshuang into his hand.

"You still need to be attentive when eating."

Song Nian was happy to see that Fanwen was so messed up with his usual routine, and he shattered that serious appearance, so vivid, Song Nian was so happy.

"I ...... I didn't. ”

Fan Wen was so amused by this person, and now he is full of scarlet, and he feels that he is afraid that he will not be able to meet outsiders now, but fortunately, he is only one person in front of him, how fortunate he is.

"Lord, would you like to go to a place with me?"

When Fan Wen saw him like this, his heart was so happy that he almost forgot what he had planned all night on the edge of the cliff.

"Not good."

Fan Wen never thought that he would reject him, and for a while, his heart was depressed, and his face faded crimson.

Song Nian felt that Fan Wen was really a delicate person. He had only slowed down a little bit, but he had seen him now.

"The lord is not good, you can call me by my name."

When Fan Wen heard this, Fang felt that the infarction and murderous breath just now came out, but let him call him by name?

"Song Nian."

He's not an ancestor now.

"There is no more lord, and the left of the world is only a Song year."

"Song ...... Song year. ”

Fan Wen looked at his eyes and lightly called out the name, Song Nian, just these two words were chewed between his mouth and tongue, and a few repetitions made Fan Wen's face change color a little.

There is really no ancestor in this world, only the Song Year remains.

"But you're not feeling well?"

Song Nian knows why Fanwen's face is not good now, he has been the ancestor for thousands of years, everyone who knows him, and those who know him, know that in those years above thirty-three days, he was not happy in Song Nian.

Although the underworld is not a happy place for him, if it is compared with the heavenly realm, he is still willing to choose the underworld for the most.

There have never been two holy places in this world.

There are only two saints, and there is only one of the holy names in the world.

Where do you come from the name of the two saints? This kind of truth can even be glimpsed into by the human beings in the world he created, but his ancestors were stupid and dull back then.

Those who cannot complain about others cannot be saved.

As far as human beings are concerned, the people who are dying in the twilight of life are much more transparent than him.

"I will be Song Nian from now on."

his ancestors, he doesn't want it.