A tear warms the eyes.

Whose tears are they?

Some smiles appeared on his face, the fairy qi in his hand rioted, and the green leaves turned into a glimmer of light and drifted away in the wind.

Even if you know some things, you just can't give birth to them.

Just because I don't want to change.

There is no need to change.

Turning around towards the yin and brushing the tears dripping from her eyes, some warmth flashed on Zhao Han's face, no matter what the past was, she was always by her side in this life, wasn't she?

In the past, it should be impossible to give birth.

Stepping into the shade of the cyan tree, Zhao Han looked at Qing Ming with a smile.

He said, "I thought God really had mercy on me."

Qing Ming closed, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then she said to Zhao Han: "God will not pity anyone, the people who help you will always care about you."

After speaking, she turned around and walked towards the trunk of the tree, and after reaching out and touching it, she melted in front of Zhao Han's eyes.

The fold made Zhao Han a little surprised.

He always thought that this tree was the body of the owner of Qingmei Villa, but it turned out that this was just the body of Qingming?

But the next scene made his heart twitch.

I don't know when a lot of fog fell around.

A woman walked out of the fog.

She was smiling at Zhao Han, smiling very sweetly.

There was a mischievous look in his eyes, and then he melted into the green plum tree in front of him.

One and another.

Snow, poems, leaves, Mochou......

Eight figures poured into the green plum tree like a stream of water, and in the end, only a woman in a big red robe appeared beside Zhao Han.

Looking at him standing there, Qingyan sighed.

I only heard her speak: "Reluctant? ”

Zhao Han shook his head.

Even though his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade a thousand times, he still shook his head firmly.

Leaning on the trunk of the tree with some trembling, he reached out and rubbed his face in the face of Qingyan, rubbing away the sadness on his face, and using the stiff muscles to make a smile.

"I just woke up today, and I saw so many beautiful women, and just now you said that you want me to be your husband, this is ...... I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

His tone was soft, for fear of disturbing the beauties in the tree.

can be seen from his incompatible dialogue, Qingyan can see Zhao Han's state.

She knew him.

There is no one in this world who understands Zhao Han better than Qingyan.

Since Zhao Han was born, every minute and every second has been under Qingyan's gaze.

His character, his preferences, his upbringing, his joys and sorrows...... Qingyan knows everything.

She also knew the choice Zhao Han would make......

But Qingyan still couldn't help but ask once.

She looked at the corners of Zhao Han's eyes, and her tone was soft with a bit of pleading: "Come with me, go to the sky, where we can rebuild a Qingmei Villa and live a carefree life together..."

It was the first time in countless years that she had made a request to someone.

And in response to her... But there was only silence.

Deathly silence.

After a while, Zhao Han raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him who seemed to have walked out of the painting, and stretched out his hand to touch her face.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Don't look down, the crown will fall"

Although it was laughing.

And just laughing.

Who can understand the bitterness of the heart?

His heart was moved.

How could you not be impressed.

After all, it was ten years of getting along, and it was a life that countless people yearn for.

But in the end, he still said the sentence "Don't bow your head...."

Are you saying it to Qingyan, why aren't you saying it to yourself?

And the woman across from him.

Qingyan's face turned pale, and he reluctantly showed a smile at Zhao Han, and then plunged into his arms.

"You know I like you"

"You don't know how much I like you..."

"Every day, every moment, every minute, every second I look forward to you coming to see me"

"You are my love flower"

"You're my demons"

"I've waited... Woo... You've been there for 10,000 years... Woo... Tens of thousands of years!! ”

Zhao Han's chest was wet with tears, but he just stroked the back of the woman in his arms and let the other party cry in his arms.

He didn't know what to do.

I never thought that the famous Qingyan Fairy would make such a soft appearance in front of him.

The fold made him feel a little unreal.

Like a dream?

It was still a bloody dream with lacerations.

The bright moon in the sky poked its head out of the clouds and cast a beam of light on the green plum tree behind the two of them.

Maybe it was enough to cry, Qingyan raised her head in Zhao Han's arms, looked at the face that was close at hand, and stretched out her hand.

She wanted to touch Zhao Han's face.

Even if he had rejected her, even if he was not the same person he used to be, even if there were countless reasons and countless excuses to demolish the person in front of him, Qingyan still couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

Warm body temperature.

The moment he touched Zhao Han's face, a hazy light began to light up on Qingyan's body.

The figure becomes blurred.

She was still smiling.

The smile is very sweet.

waved at Zhao Han, with a nostalgic smile on his face.

She passed directly on Zhao Han's body.

Behind Zhao Han is the trunk of a green plum tree......

Person... Only... So... Gone...

Suddenly looking back, looking at the green plum tree that shimmered behind him, Zhao Han couldn't help but squat down under the tree.

Cover your heart.

Pain!

Heartache!

No matter how strong he is, his heart will still hurt!!

With his head buried in his knees, tears kept dripping from his face.

One drop.

Another drop.

Tears flowed down the dirt into the roots of the tree.

He can't bear them!!

If he could, how much did Zhao Han want them to stay by his side?

Tea talk on spring nights, snow on winter nights, summer and autumn turns, and concubines lighting lamps.

In the bamboo house, by the fire, it was bustling.

The heart knows the pain, but it is not dead.

......

The clouds fade and the moon sets.

The golden crow rose to sprinkle warmth all over the earth, and the huddled figure under the green plum tree stood up at this moment.

He stroked the trunk of the tree beside him with a trembling hand.

With a calm smile on his face, he took one step at a time.

The breeze in front of the mountain is still there.

The pond by the pavilion is ethereal.

The road is carved with white jade.

The interior of the house is full of antiquity.

It's just that there are no people with him.

Without the owner, what is the point of this Qingmei Villa?

Lie on the bed and cover with a soft cup.

Zhao Han closed his eyes.

Mouthful...

"What a beautiful dream......"

"I don't want to wake up like this...."

"Don't want to wake up? Then you will go with the one in the back mountain~~ Anyway, those bastards in the sky are not bad for you! ”

A nagging came out the door.

Zhao Han, who was originally closing, opened his eyes a little confused.

He looked at Murong who looked cautious outside the door, and his face was full of flavors.

For some reason, he finally said something like this: "You haven't left yet"

Hearing Zhao Han say this, Murong outside the house shrugged his shoulders, and then beckoned behind him rather happily: "Come Xiaozi, come and see what our suave Qingmei son has become now!" ”

Behind the white clothes, a purple figure quietly emerged.

(To be continued.) )