In April, Jiangnan is still cold in spring, and the continuous drizzle is endless for half a month. The distant mountains are dyed with a hazy fog that cannot be dissolved.

At dawn, there were few pedestrians in the town, only a few families lit their cooking smoke early, and the sound of the rain clanging on the eaves tiles began a dull day.

Shen Yun held a cyan oil-paper umbrella and stood under the eaves, looking at all the familiar scenes in front of him in a daze, his handsome and elegant face was full of astonishment.

Didn't he should... Dead? Why did you go back to the vicinity of the academy?

Although he didn't understand this very well, he still coughed twice, and hurried all the way back to Shen's house in the morning light.

There was no small peach tree in the yard that should exist in his impression, and Shen Yun's footsteps swayed, and even the hand holding the handle of the umbrella was so hard that his knuckles turned pale.

He didn't dare to go any further, he stood there for a long time, and then called out to the empty courtyard: Wanwan.

As expected, no one responded. My heart involuntarily began to dull and ache, and it was more difficult and piercing than every time I had an attack in previous years.

Walking all the way to the room where she used to live, she pushed open the door, but it was empty, and there seemed to be no trace of anyone who had lived in it.

And he had the impression that all kinds of decorative ornaments and small pendants she had bought from the bazaar and hung in the room were now like illusory, and they were no longer visible.

Shen Yun exited the room and closed the door, his slender hands covering his chest, but he couldn't tell what kind of emotion was faintly painful.

He went to ask many people, her mother-in-law, who had come to the house to clean and take care of her before, as well as the doctor who prescribed medicine, and even the children in the school.

Everyone's confession is the same, they have never met or thought they are "Wanwan" their person.

Could it be that she was just a dream he had, or was it a past life? Why is he the only one who remembers this memory, maybe it's because he will find her in the future.

He can only comfort himself in this way, and when he is better and finds her on the street, he can accompany her for a safe and secure life.

Strange to say, his illness did get better day by day. The chronic diseases brought out of his mother's womb all the year round seem to have disappeared out of thin air, and his complexion and body are becoming healthier and healthier.

The doctor was surprised to prescribe the last patch of medicine and said congratulations, while Shen Yun frowned, full of memories of the last sentence he saw.

"May you live in good health, even if you don't see you."

Because life is not seen, is it healthy for many years?

Shen Gongzi, who has been tormented by illness for many years, can't wait for another serious illness at this moment.

Where does he want to be healthy in his life, he wants to see each other for the rest of his life.

Didn't she say that if the sickness was taken away from him, she would haunt him in his place?

But now, why is that bizarre experience and memory, he is the only one left to bear silently, and it hurts in his heart.

No matter how hard he tried to abuse himself, his body seemed to be invulnerable, and there was never a problem.

That sentence really seemed like a wish, and from then on, he and her would never see each other, and he would be healthy alone.

After he recovers, there will naturally be a matchmaker who will come to the door and want to kiss him for him. With a solid family background and outstanding appearance, Shen Gongzi after his illness is a gentleman and an unparalleled immortal, how can he not attract the hearts of the girls next to him.

And every time he just pursed his lips, his eyes gloomy refused: I'm sorry, I've made a marriage engagement.

He also has only one life, how can he give generously to those he doesn't love.

He had promised on the sickbed that he would take care of her and raise her for the rest of his life, no matter which life it was, he should keep the agreement. If it is her absence, then it is enough to quietly look forward to and wait for her appearance.

The memory should have been blurred with the change of years, but he wandered the world alone, no matter how many springs and summers passed, the sweet girl's appearance in his memory still did not fade.

Walking to the study, you will faintly hear the sound of a girl reading a serious book inside, but when you open the door, it is cold.

Walking into the courtyard, it seems that she can see her squatting next to the flowers, carrying a kettle, smiling and watering the flowers, reaching out to touch it, but scattering into ashes.

Since you left, all things in the world, the sun, the moon, mountains and rivers, none of them are you, none of them are you.

He never dared to look at the lanterns again in his life, for fear that as he grew older, even his memory would begin to be confused.

But when he leaned on the beam and looked up to see the fireworks blooming in the thousands of stars, the bright light outside the courtyard caused him to push the door open.

Yes, it's the Lantern Festival, Shen Yun, who has begun to falter because he is too old, is a little confused in his eyes.

Will she be on the street? Will she wait for him to find her?

With such a ridiculous thought, he walked through the bustling fireworks crowd, and stood by the river that had once placed river lanterns, looking at his own reflection.

"Childe..."

The call from behind him was not real, and he did not dare to look back, for fear of arousing disappointment again.

But the hand hanging down the sleeve was led up from behind. The girl with bent eyes was as smart and cute as she remembered, and she went around to him and pursed her lips and whispered: Childe, I like you so much.

He saw that the self in her eyes was not the appearance of aging in the mortal world, but the appearance of the youth when he met her.

In her eyes, her son-in-law will always be in his prime, as warm as jade.

"I'm also... Like you. ”

This time, he finally responded with a trembling voice.

The son of Tsing Yi was even choked, obviously trying to smile at her on his face, but the water in the corners of his eyes looked sad: "Wanwan, are you back?" ”

Are you back? I'm waiting for you. If you're willing to come back, it's never too late.

The girl smiled and threw herself into his arms and sniffed deeply, and the hand holding him never let go.

"Because I'm afraid that my son will get lost, I'm looking for you. You see, the crowd is so crowded, what if you get lost? ”

He also hugged her tightly, his heart was so warm and full that he wanted to sigh, but he was afraid of turning around and withering, it was just a dream.

"Wanwan, where have you been?"

"I've been to a lot of strange places where Childe can't even read in books, and there are many different Childe in different places. However, they will only bully me..."

Her tone was a little aggrieved, and the face buried in his arms rubbed coquettishly.

Shen Yun didn't know how to comfort her, so he only patted her on the back, and his tone pretended to be serious: "Nonsense, as long as it's me, no matter which world the son is, he will like you." ”

The surrounding hustle and bustle seemed to be isolated from the two of them at this moment, and the girl in her arms raised her head, as if crying: "But, what if I meet a son who doesn't like me in the future?" ”

Just thinking about the fact that he would not like her, he felt that the grievances in his heart were throbbing.

Shen Yun pursed her lips and smiled, leaned over and dropped a warm kiss on her eyes, and wiped away the cold teardrops that fell.

"Don't be afraid, I have never left, turned into the moon of the world, guarding you."

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Shen Yun went suddenly, he had no marriage and no wife and no children for more than 70 years in his life, but after the Lantern Festival, someone found his body by the river with his eyes closed and peaceful.

Because he is also highly respected in the town, the villagers spontaneously helped to round out a lively funeral.

There was once a person, on the day he died, passing by the courtyard wall, he saw that a peach blossom tree suddenly stood in the originally empty courtyard, and the flying flowers carried the breeze to the moon.