Her heart has been torn apart, and now as long as she closes her eyes, Yang Zhice's figure is in her mind.

Lin Jiangxian held the silk handkerchief tightly in his hand, this was the only token between her and Yang Zhice, and the blood stained on the silk handkerchief should be his.

The moment he left, he must have ...... It hurts......

The heart-rending pain hit her heart, Lin Jiangxian's tears seemed to be Jedi, she was already trying her best to endure the sobbing, but her body was still twitching uncontrollably.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, but the knot in Lin Jiangxian's heart never decreased by a point.

She closed her eyes slightly, letting the tears slip freely from the corners of her eyes.

The night was late, and the early spring night was slightly cool.

The candlelight in Lin Jiangxian's boudoir was bright, and there was a trace of festivity everywhere in the room, and the bed and others were replaced by Lin Jiangxian's bewitching red. At this moment, she wore a red wedding dress, combed her hair in a bun, and sat upright in front of the boudoir.

Hearing the sound of the three watches outside the courtyard, Lin Jiangxian slowly got up, picked up the red hijab beside him, covered his head with gentle movements, moved the lotus step, and slowly came to the hall of the house.

Lin Jiangxian walked to the front of the hall incense case and knelt down slowly.

Zhice, we have made an appointment, when you come back, it will be the day of our marriage, and now you have not returned for a long time, please forgive Xian'er for making a good claim.

Today we are married in the church and become married couples, and I am your wife, and I will be with you in life and in death.

The moonlight shone softly on the hall, as if to bear witness to her.

Lin Jiangxian was alone in front of the gods, worshipping heaven and earth, worshipping the high hall, and finally worshipping alone as a husband and wife.

The night breeze blew, Lin Jiangxian's red wedding robe swayed with the wind, and the candles in the hall were blown out instantly.

My mother had been hiding in the corner of the hall and watching this scene, and she couldn't help but sobbed sadly.

Her daughter's feelings for Yang Zhice, how could she not know, for so many years, she has watched them come over, and now that Yang Zhice has passed away, what can she do with her daughter?

The matter has come to this, and she doesn't want to dissuade her daughter from letting go of Yang Zhice, and let her go.

The mother tiptoed back to the bedroom and discussed her decision with Lin Jiangxian's father, who sighed and nodded helplessly.

After the worship was completed, Lin Jiangxian went back to the boudoir.

She sat on the edge of the bed, took off her hijab, and stared blankly ahead, still holding the blood-stained silk handkerchief in her hand.

On it was Yang Zhice's blood, with traces of him, Lin Jiangxian was unwilling to wash it, that was the thought that Yang Zhice left for himself.

Lin Jiangxian didn't feel any sleepiness at all, thinking about the bits and pieces with Yang Zhice, and couldn't help but fall into memories.

I still remember the day when they expressed their love to each other, the sky was very blue, the glimmer was not dry, she and Yang Zhice sat on the grass leisurely, Yang Zhice intimately knitted a wreath for her with flowers and plants, Lin Jiangxian naughtily put the wreath on Yang Zhice's head, and then looked at Yang Zhice and smiled, "This wreath is really worthy of you!" ”

Yang Zhice smiled faintly, gently took off the garland on his head, and put it on for Lin Jiangxian carefully, moving slowly and gently.

Lin Jiangxian was surprised by Yang Zhice's movements, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Yang Zhice in a daze, and there was a blush on his fair cheeks.

Before Lin Jiangxian came back to his senses, Yang Zhice's right hand had already raised Lin Jiangxian's face slightly, his eyes stared, and he said softly, "Xian'er, can I protect you for the rest of my life?" ”

When the words fell, Lin Jiangxian's cheeks were already flushed, and he slapped Yang Zhice's right hand away, and his head hurriedly skimmed down, avoiding Yang Zhice's gaze.

Even so, Lin Jiangxian could still feel the hot gaze hidden under Yang Zhice's eyes, and he could only say in a hurry

"You're too small."

After that, Lin Jiangxian ran away without looking back.

Yang Zhice looked at Lin Jiangxian's figure and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

......

As soon as the picture turned, the sunset was close to the West Mountain, the sunset was flying, scattering layers of golden yarn between heaven and earth, Yang Zhice and Lin Jiangxian actually held hands and walked in the forest full of peach trees.

The wind suddenly rose, but the scene of peach blossoms flying in the wind was amazing, Lin Jiangxian couldn't help but stop and look at the peach blossoms stupidly, and Yang Zhice, who stopped on the side, looked at her fascinated, so he grabbed a petal and gently pinned it to her hair. Lin Jiangxian raised his eyes and smiled, and couldn't help humming a ballad.

Thinking about it, Lin Jiangxian unconsciously hummed the ballad, the tune of the ballad was tactful, it was clearly a cheerful rhythm, but it was hummed by Lin Jiangxian with sadness and grace.

In an instant, Lin Jiangxian's nose was slightly sour, and a line of tears involuntarily slid down his face.

She knew he wouldn't come back.

But he is like a towering tree, deeply rooted in her heart. Her thoughts about him never diminished, but continued to increase.

Thoughts are like countless small rivers converging into rivers, rushing through her heart, the heart-rending feeling, she is almost unbearable, she feels that she is almost swallowed by the obsession in her heart.

She misses him, deeply.

Why... You promised... Protect me for the rest of my life... Marry me when the flowers bloom... You've broken your promise...

Thinking of Yang Zhice's promise again, her heart became more and more sad, and the little song she hummed became more and more desolate and tactful.

At this time, it is the fifth watch......

After that, every night at five watches, Lin Jiangxian's boudoir would hear a bleak singing, her voice was not loud, but it alarmed the neighbors.

Every time the neighbors heard Lin Jiangxian's singing, they couldn't help but sigh deeply, Lin Jiangxian and Yang Zhice were both grown up by them, how could the neighbors not know about the deeds of the two of them? It's a pity......

In ancient times, if it weren't for Yang Zhice's death on the battlefield, Lin Jiangxi's second half of his life would not be so sad.

And so, day after day, year after year, twenty years passed in a blink of an eye.

Lin Jiangxian sat the same thing every day, and every morning, she would always come to the peach blossom tree as promised, whether it was the flowers blooming or the flowers falling, and she would leave silently until the evening.

And every time there is a fifth watch of the day, her miserable and euphemistic singing voice will sound in the boudoir again.

Until time passed, until, the hair was gray.

......

It's another year of flower blooming, but on the fifth watch of this day, Lin Jiangxian's sad singing voice was never heard.

She lay quietly on the bed, her snow-white hair covering her face, and in her hands, she still held the blood-stained silk handkerchief tightly.

She left, smiling, just like Yang Zhice's expression when he died, without the slightest pain, as if she was very happy.

The dream of that day returned to her mind again, and this time, she really threw herself into Yang Zhice's arms and never left.