"Xiaoxiao, look, come and see, we have our own home, the craftsmanship of the husband is not bad, in the future, this is your and my nest, no one can find us anymore, we are safe, we can live our own lives, Xiaoxiao, you come in and take a look, is it okay?"

She happily followed Bai Mo into the house: "Great, great, we finally have our own home, we finally settle down." "In that painting is her joy.

"Xiaoxiao, let's go, let's go, if there is an afterlife, don't forget the agreement between you and me, let's go." The sound of white ink roaring was all around my ears.

She left crying, trotting all the way, fleeing in panic as she pursued.

In that painting, she was reluctant, sad, and frightened.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm leaving, you have to live well, I'm waiting for you below, you're going to come to me, we have to be together for the rest of our lives, you listen well, we'll all agree to be together for the rest of our lives."

In that painting, she had a broken heart.

Such a beautiful, joyful, separated, or painful picture in front of me is constantly intertwined back and forth, everything is so phantom, everything is so real.

She rushed out of the house like crazy, muttering, "It's not true, it's not real........ ”

The silence of the valley, even the air is frozen, the silence is terrible, but in the face of what happened, she believes that these are by no means accidental existences, and the beginning and end of the origin must have many stories in her.

But what kind of story will this be? Did anything happen between her and Bai Mo? She was always on the edge of her memory, and she couldn't figure it out.

She used to blame him for being a madman, ignoring his words. At the moment, she was bent on solving, but she didn't even want to ask someone who understood.

Yu Yu stepped out of the door, the mountain wind whirred, blowing on the face like a soothing, ringing in the ears like a whisper, cutting across the body like a knife.

The heart is very chaotic.

In the distance, the mountains overlapped, shrouded in light veils, the clouds and smoke danced, and the sky seemed to be painted with a few light strokes, and a touch of blue was painted on the horizon. Under the clouds, surrounded by clouds and smoke, a small thatched hut stood lonely in the middle, and she remembered that Bai Mo had said that it was the place where they had lived.

The eyes couldn't help but freeze there, the familiar ripples of the past water ripples, a frolicking, and the picture of slapstick was clear, everything was a very beautiful look of love.

She froze in place, until the picture drifted far away, too far to be touched, and she came back to her senses and shivered.

In that thatched hut, the woman is Sun Meng, and the man is Bai Mo. In this scene, she was finally convinced that there was really a relationship between her and Bai Mo, and as for what kind of relationship it was, she couldn't delve into it.

He said that the thatched hut is broken every year, and he repairs it every year, so that it remains the same as it was at the beginning, just waiting for the spring breeze to come, and the cold recedes from the season.

After all, he was still negative in sorrow, and cold in despair.

She understood, but she never saw him again.

The mistakes of life, don't blame the ruthlessness of the years, only blame the impermanence of life, playing with people in the palm of your hand.

My heart hurt deeply, at this moment, it was for white ink.

When he went down the mountain in a daze, Tianyuan unconsciously fell into the middle of the night, and he hurried away, but his mind was completely on Bai Mo's body.

But no matter how she searched for her memories, she just couldn't remember, what was the story between her and Bai Mo?

Although she also believed that Bai Mo really existed in her life, and it was as hot and unforgettable as fire, but in the long river of life, she faded him from her memory day by day.

Bai Mo, this man she hated very much in the past, she hated him for bringing herself here, she attributed everything that happened here to him, but now, in addition to missing him a little, she actually felt a little guilty.

Maybe everything about him is also closely related to himself, either he affects her, or she affects his life, the existence of life is inextricably linked, perhaps, it is a knot that cannot be untied.

She hated him anymore.

"Feng'er, Feng'er" A man's voice sounded low in his ears with fluttering softness, like Wei Ruoxiao.

She suddenly stopped, searched around, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but call: "Ruoxiao, is it you?" Where are you? ”

"It's me, Feng'er." A shadow-like person appeared in front of her, and she suddenly looked surprised: "You are not dead, you are not dead." "I pounced, but I was empty.

"No, Feng'er, people and ghosts have different paths, what you see is only my soul, you and I can't touch it."

Soul? It doesn't matter if he is a soul or not, anyway, the person in front of him is the Lang Jun he misses day and night, and she only knows that she wants to pull him back and go back to their own hut.

"Right now, I can't imagine that we can meet again at the moment, are you coming back? You're coming back, right? Let's go, let's go back, I should have known that you wouldn't die, you wouldn't, you once came back from the dead in the underworld, I know, this time, you must be back again. Her face was full of joy, and even her words became hurried.

"No, I can't go back, since I came to the underworld, I've always been hiding everywhere because I can't let you go, trying to avoid the capture of the Yin soldiers, but it's still hard to escape. Fortunately, when the Yin soldier saw that I was pitiful, and thought that I was infatuated, he naturally knew the hard work of my love with you, and after some begging, he finally promised to let me see you again. Feng'er, I'm here to say my final goodbye to you, and in a quarter of an hour, I'll be gone, forever. The fate of you and me, even if there is too much reluctance, it is still difficult to escape a farewell after all. ”

She suddenly had a pair of resentful eyes: "No, I don't want you to go, you tell me, how can I keep you?" Ruoxiao, are you okay when you come back? You tell me what I can do to get you back. She frantically kept scratching at his soul, but no matter what, she couldn't touch it.

"Feng'er, I know you are sad and sad, and I am the same, but people will eventually have a farewell, thank you for avenging my family revenge for my husband, my husband is leaving, you have to live well, this is a wish for my husband, if you promise me, you can leave with peace of mind. Feng'er, you have to get used to the days without me, I'm really leaving, I can see you again, and I'm satisfied with my husband, although I am reluctant to give up thousands of wisps to you, and I don't worry about thousands of things, but you and I are separated by yin and yang, and there is nothing I can do for my husband now. If there is an afterlife, my husband will still be married to you, and in this life, I can't stand you. As he spoke, he slowly faded away. Phantom shattering.

"No, don't." She paused in front of her and burst into tears. Suddenly, I heard a yin soldier's voice sounding low and gloomy: "The encounter and combination of life are all due to the cause and effect of the previous life, but the fate of the two of you is over, and the last side is goodbye, the girl still don't worry about it, hindering the road of others to be a new person, since then, the two of you have nothing to do with each other." ”

Legendary love is reluctant to give up

Legendary love is reluctant to post it