Sun Meng touched his face, and the palm of his hand was bumpy and undulating, and the rough skin was like an uneven stone road, although he had known such an outcome, Sun Meng's face still changed greatly, and he took a few steps back like an electric shock. She stumbled to the water tank behind the wooden door.

The face that used to be bright-eyed, bright-toothed, red-faced, and ink-stained no longer exists. The inverted waves are dotted, reflecting another appearance: the posture has faded, and the leaves are withered and the flowers are remnant.

She trembled and stretched out her hand to her hairline, took off the red and green inlaid flower hairpin on the white hairline, and stroked the flower on it for a long time, feeling that at this moment she was like this little flower in her hand, gradually withering, shrinking, ........ It's just that before the process, she has already aged and froze, frozen for a long time, sighed lightly and gently put the hairpin aside.

The next day's sun woke her up early, and she lay on the edge of the bed for the night. Pushing open the wooden door, the clouds in the distance are majestic, the eyes are full of green, and the golden light reflected by the rays of sunlight is flickering in the rolling mountains, and even the courtyard is suddenly bright, washing away the gloom and obscurity, and the heat shines on every corner.

Her heart suddenly rejoiced inexplicably, and the fragrance of the breeze on the soil brought into her nose awakened the seeds of sleep in her heart, and her heart rippled.

Wei Ruoxiao recovered very well, he said that he had a dream, dreaming that he was obviously dead, but he woke up in the morning, but found that he was lying in bed, he laughed and said that this dream was terrible.

"If you really die, Feng'er, I won't be able to give up on you, fortunately, it's just a dream, just a dream."

This night was a bit long, Wei Ruoxiao felt as long as a century, but when he thought of having a beautiful woman as his companion for the rest of his life, his heart was like a spring flower, sprinkled with hope. Even if the tea is light and the meal is light, the people who love each other can always live like a song and a swallow dance, and these days will be in the future. At the thought of this, his pale face slowly squirmed, and a smile appeared at the corners of his chapped lips.

Smiling and smiling, he opened his eyes, and he wanted to grab her hand and not let go. But gradually, the smile on his face retracted, and finally solidified into horror: "Feng'er, I just slept for a while, why are you so old?" Lowering his forehead, he blamed himself a little: "I know, I made you worry and tired, where did you run away during this time, I couldn't see you, I was really anxious to death." The girl who once assassinated you is always here and doesn't leave, I'm really worried about my husband, I'm afraid that she will do something to you, God willing, you're okay. He choked up.

His hand ran to her hairline and then to her face, rubbing and staring at ...... until the sea of tears turned into a mist.

She forced a smile, but she was still with him, tears flowed, wet face, she didn't tell him, Hu Jiu'er borrowed life from her, although the inner waves were churning, hitting and hurting the heart, but in front of him, she wanted to raise fearless strength and be the warm lamp in front of him.

"Ruoxiao, how good it is for you to live, do you know, only you are alive is the motivation for me to live, otherwise, what else can I live in this world? Promise me that you will live well. She covered his quilt tightly, wiped her tears, and the hand that touched her rough face trembled.

Wei Ruoxiao nodded tearfully, stroked her face, and whispered: "Feng'er, look at you, it's only thirty years away, why are you wrinkled, all this, after all, I, Wei Ruoxiao, can't stand you, what happened during this period of time, even affected you with fear and suffering, my heart really hurts very much." Feng'er, in the days to come, no matter what you look like, it will not change your position and appearance in my heart, I want to love you well and ....... you well. ”

She choked and sobbed, staccato and leaned softly towards his side, nestled in his arms, and cried loudly.