"If you take him to the hospital, the doctor will definitely be able to cure him, please...... Master Shi Ran ......"

She knelt at the feet of the monk and kowtowed, and her lover who could not be touched had to rely on her to take care of her, her tears choked up, pulling the corners of the monk's clothes.

"Midsummer, in fact, one thing the poor monk should have told you a long time ago, in fact, Nanfeng has hemophilia so he faints at every turn, and the doctor has long been powerless, but he still insists on accompanying you and wants to send you to reincarnation to fulfill your wishes."

Golden light appeared in the monk's hand, trying to stop the blood gushing out but couldn't stop, he didn't look at Midsummer's expression, he knew that Midsummer must be very painful now.

"Is there any way to save him? I know that you are a high-ranking monk, and I know that you are so powerful that you must have a way to save the south wind, no matter what...... As long as he lives well......"

Midsummer was still kneeling on the ground, she could only watch her favorite person fall asleep from afar, the person she loved the most should not be so lifeless, nor should she suffer so much, the south wind she loved should have lived a happy and happy life instead of lying here terminally ill.

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that life and death are ......"

It is impossible for a high monk to see death without help, he uses his spiritual power to stop the bleeding injury on Nanfeng's wrist, he actually has a way, but now he doesn't know whether to say it or not.

Midsummer knelt on the ground like a monument, she kowtowed to thank and relieved, even if she couldn't save it, she knew how to be grateful, she only hated herself for being a lonely ghost.

"Thank you, Master Shiran...... Thank you, Master Shiran......"

Nanfeng's blood stopped, and the monk sat down against the wall to rest, his spiritual power was too depleted.

"His bleeding has stopped, you can manipulate his body to take him away, I'm going to rest now, in fact, ......"

Wanting to speak and then stopping is the cruel truth.

"Actually, what?" The anticipation in Midsummer's eyes came out again, and she knew that everything had a turnaround.

"You are a ghost that has appeared for a hundred years, no one can surpass you, and you have energy in you that can last for a hundred years...... Actually, it's not that you can't save the south wind, it's just ......"

The monk coughed up a mouthful of blood as he spoke, and once again he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Am I going to disappear?"

But a person so smart in the middle of summer has already guessed a thing or two, and she tried her best to say it in an uncaring tone, as if she was joking, but she had already made up her mind.

The monk no longer spoke, just lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and the wooden fish no longer beat, but turned the Buddha beads in his hand.

"Master Shiran, if you can save him...... Even if I disappear, it doesn't matter, because I like him, and I want him to be well, and I'm dead...... If disappearing allows me to save him, that's okay, I just want him to be okay. ”

Midsummer said with a smile, but the tears like stars were still swirling there, people didn't understand and didn't know whether it was laughing or crying, when the words were finished, soybean-sized tears fell, but the corners of her mouth were still up, the curvature of the corners of her mouth and the dimples that would come out when she laughed, it was probably a gust of wind that suddenly passed by in the hot summer, but after the wind was the dripping rain.

"That's it...... I'll help ......."

A red thread stretched out in the monk's hand, one end of which was linked to Nanfeng's wrist, and the other end was linked to Shengxia's wrist, but the monk still had something to say to Midsummer.

"Master Shiran, just say something straight."

Although Midsummer is not a sensitive and intelligent person, he has already left this world for a long time, and he is naturally transparent enough.

"If the ceremony starts later...... You'll be in ...... This summer...... Disappear ......"

After all, the monk still has to tell the truth, this is the only thing he can do.

Sheng Xia just smiled when she heard the words, she pursed her lips and smiled, and finally the smile finally froze, and she said indifferently:

"This summer...... It's what I like. ”

The monk nodded, remembering the south wind.

It was a teenager who was said not to survive this summer.

The doctor handed down the verdict, and the deadline was this summer, but the boy smiled.

"Why are you smiling......" The monk didn't understand why the young man was so happy, isn't it better to live than to die?

"It's the same if I'm dead or alive, it's not bad to be a pair of wild mandarin ducks with her if I'm dead, but remember to keep it a secret for me, maybe I'll be able to really hug her after I'm dead, and there's no longer any distance." After Nanfeng finished speaking, he fluttered and smiled, his smile was superimposed on the warm sun behind him, and he turned sideways to the monk, which made people sigh at the handsomeness of his side face.

The boy who can't survive the summer doesn't lament the injustice of fate, but he just doesn't know what to do quietly.

Because he knew that if he put his sadness on his face, maybe it would make someone worry again, he hated to always make people worry, and he was no longer the south wind that used to be sluggish when he encountered a little thing, and he wished that the whole world would comfort him and love him.

When I got home, I didn't do anything about the south wind...... He still had a smile on his face, and he knew that there was something in someone's wish that would make him happy forever.

The cycle of life is not limited to dreams, the transformation of fate and the person you love.

The shadows connected by the red threads gradually became more and more transparent, and the word "yuan" appeared in the hands of the two, and then disappeared again.

Dependent origination, dependent extinction, and there is no more day of reincarnation.

"That's great, he can live forever, right? Relieved Master. ”

Her frail face was as pale as paper, and her spirit glittered as if it was about to disappear, but her eyes were full of expectation.

"Yes, I think he would be very sad if he knew the truth."

"It doesn't matter."

Yes, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that her sweetheart is still alive.

The monk chanted a mantra in his mouth, and a huge black hole began to appear, and with a wave of his big hand, he sent the unconscious person into the black hole and teleported to where he was supposed to go.

When the monk finished the formation, he handed Sheng Xia a crystal ball, and said in a fog, "The Tao is natural, I was originally a person outside these six realms, but I will help you if I see that you are pitiful." ”

The picture in the crystal ball shows the scene that Midsummer is most unwilling to see.

The so-called love is a conspiracy.

An Xia Zhi's face is plastic surgery, and all this data matches.

And everyone here has something they can't get, and some are misogynistic, but they all came here because they have an object of hatred, that is-Su Xiao.

The delicate roses that linger among men all year round will still be retaliated against and will be picked.

And An Xia Zhi was originally a handsome guy who was rejected by Su Xiao, and he was repaired in the middle of summer, love and not hate because of love, the hatred of rich people always comes from nothing and is unimaginable.

The crystal ball finally shattered, and Midsummer wanted to stop it, but she was too weak at this time.

"It's come to this, it's as it should be, there's no need to meddle." The monk glanced at Midsummer, and only sighed that this sentient being is obsessed, always wanting to ask too much for too much and change too much.

Su Xiao was taken to drag racing and was injured by a pre-arranged car accident......

Why did you go? Sheng Xia didn't understand, but Su Xiao looked at that face that was almost exactly the same as A, and even if he was on guard, it was easy to fall into it.

Midsummer fell, and woke up again already in the hotel.

"In the middle of summer, you've finally woken up." Nanfeng stood aside, he had been guarding the midsummer for a long time.

"Nanfeng ......" wanted to hug him as soon as Midsummer woke up, but her hand was suspended in mid-air again, yes, she couldn't touch him.

She just cried, refusing to say what she had experienced, she was sad that she couldn't protect Su Xiao.

"Xia Xia...... What's going on? Nanfeng saw her crying so sadly, his heart was like a knife, but he could only watch dryly, and he seemed to reach out to hug Midsummer.

"It's okay...... "It's okay to say that it's okay, and she cries even more.

The other side.

Su Xiao reached out to touch the darkness in front of her, feeling panicked, but the darkness seemed to be about to eat her, and it was about to swallow her in the night.

I still remember An Xia Zhi's sentence in my mind:

"Everything is fake, I approached you to get revenge on you, and now you're happy, right? Hahaha, finally one day I can see you so miserable, even if I go to jail, it doesn't matter, I want you to remember me forever, what can you do as a blind person? ”

Although Su Xiao couldn't see it, she could still imagine him laughing hideously, she clenched her fists but was helpless and finally let go.

She felt a touch of wetness in her hands, and drops of water fell from her face.

"Is it raining?" She guessed.

"Well, yes." Nanfeng pretended to answer easily, he solemnly looked at Midsummer who was standing next to Su Xiao and was in tears, but he didn't expect it to really rain, after he finished speaking, he bit his lip and approached Su Xiao to open an umbrella next to Midsummer and Su Xiao.

"Let's go back." Midsummer walked into the body of the south wind and said in the tone of the south wind.

"You have a familiar smell on you, what smell of perfume do you use? But I can't remember" Su Xiao smelled a hint of sweetness, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"If you can't think of it, you can't remember it, just forget all the unhappy things, don't be unhappy." Midsummer said and pushed Su Xiao's wheelchair, and along the way, she turned on her mobile phone and played a song about Taiyi's "Growing Up with a Weight of 10,000 Pounds", but she was interrupted just when she wanted to change the song.

"That's it, I love it." Su Xiao wanted to listen to this song, she seemed to see herself when she listened to the song, the corners of her mouth seemed to be self-deprecating, and her empty eyes seemed to never light up again.

"The doctor said that it was just the optic nerve that was compressed by the hemorrhage, and you would be able to see it again after surgery." Midsummer thought of something that might make Su Xiao happy, and she cheered up to prevent her sadness from being so obvious.

"Oh, but the success rate of the operation is only thirty percent, so the blind are still blind, so Nanfeng, I don't need you to comfort me, it's okay if I'm blind anyway, I'll live in the dark." After Su Xiao finished speaking, there was a long and simmering silence.