Chapter 1012: Goodbye (4)

Chapter 1020 Goodbye (4)

The man walked with a steady pace, his trousers trimmed his long legs straight and slender, his light-colored shirt ironed evenly, and the cuffs on both sides rolled up symmetrically to the elbows, revealing his white, well-defined arms.

The knuckles are sharp and slender and good-looking, holding a notebook.

He stood still in front of Bai Zhen, his fingertips pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the dark eyes behind the lenses looked at Bai Zhen, his thin lips slightly hooked.

"Girl, grow up."

Bai Zhen pursed her lips and chuckled, flicking down her wide, fiery sleeves, "Well, twelve thousand years old." This time, I'm much older than you, uncle. ”

The man chuckled.

Then he raised his hand and handed over the notebook.

"I'll send you. I guess, according to your temperament, none of the last twelve people will be chosen.

When you go back, take good care of yourself. Remember to keep a journal. Maybe...... I can see it. ”

Just like before.

The last sentence was unspoken. He knew that the probability was extremely low, and it was a small probability event.

But...... It's possible.

Just like at the beginning, that afternoon when the sun was shining and the afterglow was magnificent.

He saw a green turtle in the notebook he had in his hand.

Bai Zhen slowly stroked the cover of the notebook and let out a low "um".

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

Between them, there are four full years of time and space, which cannot be seen or touched.

I don't know what each other looks like, and I don't even know each other's names.

But the dense words that leap on the paper build a bridge, fearlessly travel through time, cross the sea of people, and change the future.

The distance is terrible.

But courage and love will overcome all.

I'll wait for you in the future.

Six words are a promise, but also a confession of long-term affection.

This relationship must be read in a fearless sentence.

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The person on the opposite side was dressed in red like fire, and his black hair hung down on his waist.

Half of the golden mask glows with soft light, and from a distance, you can only see the straight bridge of the nose, the hard line of the jawline, the thin crimson lips and a pair of narrow and slightly raised deep eyes.

The eyes were blue, like falling into a snowflake, cold and cold.

Night south wind.

The name came to Bai Zhen's mind, and she smiled.

"Uncle Huang, you are dressed in red, and I am also dressed in red, but it seems that you have come to worship and get married."

The man raised his hand and removed the upper half of the golden mask.

Vera remembers that when they first met, he wore the mask.

And on the last occasion, just like the current dress, the two of them were dressed in wedding dresses and embraced each other in a field of fireworks.

Looking back now, the kind of unease at that time still makes my heart ache faintly.

He wandered in the human world for thousands of years in the form of a ghost, unable to be reincarnated and entered reincarnation.

From the rejection and resistance to her at the beginning, to the slow change, and then to love each other. The mental journey was bumpy and tortuous.

And finally waited until the day of marriage.

He had a heartbeat, he had a body temperature, he had a chance to be reincarnated.

But he will never be able to hug her again.

The past is rushed, like a silent movie.

She is holding a spear in her hand, and she looks high-spirited.

The way she did the wrong thing clumsily.

She was cunning in her calculations.

She stole the pastry and didn't have time to swallow it, puffing out her cheeks and being caught.

She was running barefoot after the fish in the water.

She closed her eyes and made a wish earnestly.

She turned her skirt in the glow, as if it were full of stars.

She was dressed in a fiery red wedding dress with silky eyes.

She tiptoed to kiss him in the midst of the fireworks.

She hugged his wedding dress and wept bitterly.

Her gestures, her smile.

He liked them all.

The ground is full of red palace brocade filth, and the South Park was stormy last night.

After this storm, you will always meet a person who is as gorgeous as a rainbow.

Since then, everyone else has become a floating cloud, passing by.

This relationship must be read in a sentence of fulfillment.

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The first more ~

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