Jiang Shiyue sighed slightly.

Looking down at her wrist, after coming out, the bracelet containing spiritual power disappeared, and she had an extra spiritual space.

Fu Qinghan is cold by nature, he has never been interested in other people's affairs, many times, he will not take the initiative to ask, but the other party takes the initiative to inform.

But it seemed that for the first time he saw a different look on Jiang Yue's face, she was confident and open, with a smile on her eyebrows and eyes, scheming, and calm, but this time, her expression was slightly stained with a bit of indescribable amazement.

Even if it was subtle, Fu Qinghan still felt it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "Miss Jiang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Jiang Yue didn't answer, but asked him rhetorically, "Little Fu, is the name of the deceased elder of your family called Ziyu?" ”

Fu Qinghan's expression was slightly inaudible, and after a long time, he nodded slightly: "Yes." ”

His gaze was calm, like an ancient well that had not fluctuated for ten thousand years. There is an emotion that cannot be seen in the depths of the sea of eyes.

Jiang Yue nodded with a smile, her eyes blinked: "Then I just knew a story, do you want to hear it?" ”

"Okay." He said.

Lang rode a bamboo horse, went around the bed to make green plums, and had no chance to be a gentleman in this life, but I only wish you to be healthy, and there is no expression in your heart, and you are willing to be a lotus in the next life.

***

Jiang October met the old man of the Cheng family, he was sixty years old this year, he was in good spirits, wearing a horse coat, like an old teacher in the past.

His home is also quaint, the kind of complete classical decoration.

The old man of the Cheng family personally poured a cup of tea for Jiang Shiyue, the fragrance of the tea was faint, and his smile was kind: "Miss Jiang, is there anything to do today?" ”

"Thanks to Second Master Fu, I have the opportunity to meet you." Jiang Yue also smiled, and his words were very respectful: "I want to ask you if there is an ancestor named Cheng Fang in your family."

"Yes, he is an uncle in my family, but I don't know why he later changed his name to Cheng Nianhuan, when I was young, I heard my grandfather say that he was the smartest, and he was originally given high hopes by the family, but he abandoned his pen and followed Rong, but unfortunately, he died at a young age."

Old Man Cheng sighed inaudibly, obviously for him it was also a distant past, but his eyes were slightly moist.

Cheng Nianhuan, Cheng Huanniang.

Jiang October's expression was dark and uncertain in the ethereal fragrance of tea.

I don't know why, she suddenly remembered a past, in her own time and space, she watched a documentary called "A Hundred Years of Couples".

She even clearly remembered that there was a loving, white-headed old couple in it, because of the war, she waited for him for twenty years, but finally waited for him back.

The names of the couple are Cheng Huan and Cheng Nianhuan.

The children of the Cheng family signed a contract together, and the good relationship was forever married, matching the same name. Look at the peach blossoms burning on this day, it is appropriate to have a room for IKEA, and the melons are full of melons in the year of Bu Ta, and Erchang is blazing. I would like to take the covenant of the white head, and write to the Hongjian, so that the alliance of red leaves will contain the mandarin spectrum.

There are too many regrets in the world, and life may not be complete.

But things change in the world, and at the fork of every road, there is always a node that can lead to happiness, and there must be one of you walking firmly on the road to happiness.

The person you love happens to be in love with you on another time and space.

You and him in that time and space, the executioner, are white-headed!