(Bian Que)

It is often said that women are made of water, so they cry at every turn.

But the mother told herself that a strong woman would only cry for the man she loved, either for his success or for his betrayal, and that the tears left by the former were sweet and the tears shed by the latter were bitter.

So what is she crying for?

Don't...... She already has someone she loves!

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with bitterness, and he panicked.

She is really a very strong girl, these days, the wound is often inflamed and thickened, and when she helps her to apply medicine and change the dressing, she is often torn off with bruises and dead skin.

That kind of tearing pain, even adult men can't bear it, but she has been gritting her teeth and never snorting, and her entire clothes will be wet with sweat when the medicine is changed.

But every night, she seemed to be a different person, her delirium became confused, and she was trembling with an oil lamp.

Later, when she found the glowing sycamore by the river, she pounced on it like a savior, and stayed under the tree all night long.

It turned out that she was still sick, a disease that was afraid of the dark, but she had never heard of or seen this disease, and she didn't know where it came from, so she didn't know how to prescribe the right medicine.

I asked her, but she smiled and shook her head, saying that this is a cureless disease, and it can naturally be cured without medicine, so he doesn't have to worry.

She refused to tell the truth, so he stopped asking.

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After a few days of getting along, he discovered a little secret of her, she would pick a leaf from the Sycamore Tree every day and store it carefully and properly.

"Why are you collecting leaves?" He was curious.

"I'm counting days."

"What do you do with counting days?"

"I want to see how long it will take him to find here."

"You think someone is going to come looking for you?"

"Of course!" She nodded confidently.

He shook his head amusedly, because he knew that no one would come to her, this was the Poisonous Mist Valley, not to mention that this place was secluded, and poisonous insects were everywhere and full of dangers, and few people dared to set foot here.

"I advise you to dispel this thought, no one will be able to find this place." He would be so kind to dissuade every day.

At this time, she just smiled, did not argue or refute, but her face was still so confident, picking a new sycamore leaf and collecting it.

As I expected, the man didn't show up for a long time.

Soon after, her box of sycamore leaves was full, and she couldn't stuff any more leaves.

"It's time for you to give up!" He asked smugly.

But she stretched out her hand and asked with a smile, "Can you lend me a new tenant box?" ”

“……”

(Hua Qianyu)

Time is a strange thing, there are only twenty-four hours a day, sometimes it flies like a white horse, and sometimes it feels like a year.

In the past, there was a person who accompanied him to fight, eat and drink, and always felt that he was still young and had an uncertain future, so he squandered a lot of his days in a daze.

suddenly looked back, only to find that he was no longer the ignorant girl, and he was no longer the inactive teenager who could only laugh and play.

In the past, he held up an umbrella to protect himself from the wind and rain; Now, he holds up a piece of the sky for himself with his hands.

Therefore, in the days of his absence, his sky was as long as the stars dimmed, and the sun and moon were without light.

In the past, I thought that my growth was slow; And now, I think the days are going too slowly.

So what is he doing now?

Must be looking for himself, that guy, worry never put it on his lips, but he never disappointed himself, when he was a child, no matter where he hid, he could be found, this time, the difficulty escalated, he might send a little more time, but he can definitely find it.

She was convinced.

So she began to keep track of the days with the number of sycamore leaves, and soon the first box of leaves was full, and she wanted to come to the second box, because she knew that he might be late, but he would never be absent.

(Bian Que)

This is the second month she has arrived, and it has been more than half a month since the last autumn rainy season, and the weather is gradually getting cooler, and the fallen leaves on the branches of the sycamore are gradually turning yellow.

She still kept the habit of recording the days with sycamore leaves, and today, she had just borrowed a third box from herself.

He wanted to persuade her to give up, because no one really could find her, but every time he saw the confidence and hope on her face, he couldn't bear to extinguish her thoughts, it was better to let her deceive herself, which would be conducive to the improvement of her condition.

"Are women so stupid?" He couldn't help but think, "It would be so irrational to wait for someone to believe in one thing!" ”

What puzzled him even more was: "Is there really such a man who is worth waiting for and believing in?" If so, what kind of man should he be? ”

He wanted to know, and he wanted to meet.

Soon after, he got his wish.

It was an afternoon, the sun was just right, the differential was silent, and the river outside the medicine furnace was as quiet as a mirror, not moving at all.

Suddenly, a man walked over, carrying a three-foot sword, and staggered along the river, breaking the silence.

The first time he saw this man, he was supposed to be wearing a dark white coat, but it was stained red and black by blood and mud, his whole body was covered with wounds, he couldn't count how many, and the sword in his hand was so deformed that it was about to break.

Judging from the blood stains remaining on the blade, there are countless souls who have died under this sword, if not tens of thousands, but thousands.

This man's hair was unkempt, and he couldn't see his face clearly, so embarrassed and unbearable.

"White!"

A voice rang out from behind him, full of surprise and worry.

Then she stepped past her and sped towards the man.

He wanted to remind her to slow down, to tell her that she still had injuries and was not easy to do strenuous exercise, but he swallowed the words when they came to his lips.

for he saw her steps...... It's so anxious and in a hurry.

After the man saw Hua Qianyu running over, a smile suddenly appeared on his already stiff face, and then his legs went limp, and he threw himself into the river, causing a series of splashes.