"Don't be afraid, girl, remember that I love you. Even in the next life, I will still find you. ”

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

…………

Pei Xiuxiu's ears kept repeating these words, these were the last two words Ling Feng said to her before the plane crash.

"But...... But...... Where are you? Ling Feng, where are you? With tears in her eyes, Pei Xiuxiu supported her weak body and ran on the mountain path.

The sharp leaves cut a cut in her hand like a knife, and blood flowed in an instant.

But she didn't care, she just wanted to see Zeng Qingfeng quickly, and then confirm whether Ling Feng was still alive.

What is the joy of life, and what is the sorrow of death? The difference between hell and heaven is whether or not there is you in my world.

What if Ling Feng didn't have the same soul as her? What if Zeng Qingfeng is not Ling Feng?

Countless pessimistic thoughts rushed to her and tormented her, but the next second she was tempted by the only glimmer of hope in her heart, a little light.

She tried her best to tell herself: Ling Feng must still be alive, definitely.

"He'll come to me, and if he doesn't, then I'll come to you...... Woo woo woo ......" Pei Xiuxiu kept muttering to herself.

At the foot of the east mountain of Dongsang Village, under the cover of a few verdant ancient trees, those familiar thatched houses appeared in front of Pei Xiuxiu's eyes.

Pei Xiuxiu quickened her pace with excitement in her heart, Xu was lying sick for many days and her feet were as soft as cotton, and she stumbled and fell on the country road.

Outside the courtyard of the wall, Aunt Zeng, who was drying clothes, saw it and hurriedly ran over.

I saw that Pei Xiuxiu's plain simple Luo skirt, which fell to the ground, was covered with damp mud at this time, and the broken hair on her forehead and fine beads of sweat were lying on her temples, and the whole person looked embarrassed.

Helping Xiuxiu up, Aunt Zeng asked worriedly: "Xiuxiu, why did you fall?" Are you finally awake? Your illness scared us to death, so I won't let Ah Li go out to find you a famous Langzhong. ”

"What? Brother Qingfeng has gone out? When did you leave? Pei Xiuxiu asked with a big glare.

Aunt Zeng replied: "It's been about half an hour since you left, right?" ”

Pei Xiuxiu hurriedly turned around and trotted, completely ignoring the shouts of Aunt Zeng behind her ears.

Sad tears burst out of her eyes again, and Pei Xiuxiu prayed while running: "Ling Feng, Ling Feng, you must wait for me." ”

Fields, thatched huts, ancient trees, and villages gradually became farther and farther away, but there was still no trace of Zeng Qingfeng along the way.

Pei Xiuxiu gasped weakly, and began to have gold stars in her eyes, if she didn't stop again, she was likely to faint on the road in the next second.

Pei Xiuxiu sat on the ridge and rested for a while, but her heart was restless like an ant on a hot pot.

A few minutes later, she got up again and walked forward.

The ten-mile long pavilion on the outskirts of Dongsang Village

A man in a cyan robe stood against the light, only to see that he was more than eight feet tall, with long eyebrows like a sword, black eyes like deep pools, and the sun shining on his angular side face, as if he had the ability to make people stunned for a moment.

There was a cold aura all over his body, like a sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed, and people did not dare to underestimate it when he stood alone.

Zeng Qingfeng's cold eyes looked at the back that disappeared at the intersection, and his brows tightened unconsciously.

If he hadn't met Lu Yaqin halfway, he would have set off long ago.

Zeng Qingfeng glanced at the package on the stone table in the pavilion, which contained the dry food, clothes, etc., that Miss Lu had carefully prepared for him, in case of emergency.

"How would she know I was going to go away? I didn't mention it to anyone but my mother. His suspicious personality made him think about it.

Zeng Qingfeng sighed: "Alas, forget it, it is estimated that she inadvertently learned about it from her mother when she came to visit her home a few days ago. Miss Lu is always so considerate and gentle. ”

Thinking of Pei Xiuxiu, who was still unconscious on the sickbed, Zeng Qingfeng looked worried.

Either way, he would find a miracle doctor to save her, he swore to himself.

At the end of the road, Pei Xiuxiu's petite figure limped slowly closer.

When the figure that seemed to be clear in the pavilion became clearer and clearer, Pei Xiuxiu ran up excitedly as if she was dying.

Three hundred meters away, when Zeng Qingfeng, who turned to leave, was getting farther and farther away from him, Pei Xiuxiu stopped anxiously and shouted: "Brother Qingfeng, Brother Qingfeng, wait for me......"

In the next second, Pei Xiuxiu's eyes went dark and she fainted.

When she slowly opened her eyes again, what caught her eyes was Fan Jian's face, still dressed in white, handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, gentle as jade.

In the carriage, Fan Jian held her body in one hand and a kettle in the other.

Pei Xiuxiu looked around, and anxiously pulled Fan Jian's sleeve and asked, "What about Brother Qingfeng?" Where did Zeng Qingfeng go? ”

Under Fan Jian's long and curly eyelashes, his starry eyes were slightly sunken, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said with a hint of elegant smile: "The first name you mentioned when you woke up was actually another man." ”

Pei Xiuxiu anxiously asked, "I have something important to look for him?" Do you see him? ”

Fan Jian sat up straight, cleared his throat and explained, "I didn't see Zeng Qingfeng himself. All I know is that I happened to notice you fainting when I passed through this road, so I rescued you in time. By the way, Xiuxiu, when did you wake up? I've been waiting for you for two whole months, and I've helped you find countless Langzhong during this period, but I haven't seen you wake up. This time, I finally went to the capital to invite a famous doctor, but I found that you had woken up. This couldn't be better, but this famous doctor was invited for nothing. ”

"Thank you!" Pei Xiuxiu thanked coldly.

Fan Jian saw that her indifferent affection was very different from her previous attitude towards herself, what was going on?

Even the words of thanks were the shortest words, and even the words Fan Gongzi were omitted.

A hint of loss flashed in the lacquered star's eyes.

The corners of Fan Jian's mouth pulled out a reluctant smile and asked, "Xiuxiu, I have asked Dr. Liu to help you bandage the wounds on your hands, as for the other skin injuries on your body, how about I go home first and then do an examination?" ”

Pei Xiuxiu didn't say anything, but as soon as she lowered her head, tears burst out of her eyes, making Fan Jian panic for a while.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt? Where? Fan Jian asked worriedly.

Pei Xiuxiu didn't have the heart to answer at all, she just kept shouting in her heart: "Ling Feng...... Ling Feng ...... You must not be fine. ”

A few days later, in Pei Xiuxiu's boudoir in the Taoist temple, Pei Xiuxiu sat up lazily.

In the past few days, her body has recovered a lot, but her spirit is still as decadent as a patient, and even Pei Zhutian can't help but be very worried.

Squeak......

Pei Zhutian came over with a bowl of steaming chicken soup and said, "Girl, your nurse has sent an old hen soup that has been stewed by herself early in the morning for you to replenish your body, drink it while it's hot." ”

Pei Xiuxiu's eyes continued to stare at the crimson plum blossom blooming outside the window, and her thoughts drifted far, far away. []

A cold wind blew, Pei Zhutian couldn't help but shudder and scolded: "Dead girl, I don't know how to close the window on such a cold day, what should I do if I get sick again?" ”

After speaking, Pei Zhutian got up to close the window, but was stopped by Pei Xiuxiu in a loud voice: "Grandpa, don't close it, I want to see plum blossoms." ”

Ay! Pei Zhutian sighed, turned around and walked out of the room.

Although he doesn't know what happened, but her granddaughter is very abnormal now, and he can't say the reason, but compared with the previous yellow-haired girl, Xiuxiu has indeed changed a lot now.

After noon, Fan Jian appeared in the Taoist temple on time as usual.

"Are you feeling better?" Shaking off the snow on his body, Fan Jian asked with concern as soon as he came in.

Only then did Pei Xiuxiu realize that it was snowing outside today.

But she glanced out the window, and the snowflakes in the yard were flying everywhere like catkins.

She sighed lightly with emotion: "It's been a long time since it's snowed!" ”

Yes, in the 21st century, when there was a lot of traffic and high-rise buildings, due to global warming and the greenhouse effect, there were very few snowy days in Lincheng.

How are Doudou and Su Jie? Is grandma okay? Are all my family safe?

Thinking of these, Pei Xiuxiu's tears fell like rain in an instant, and now her whole person is in a sad period, like a difficult winter, snowflakes at every turn, and tears like springs at every turn.

Fan Jian frowned tightly, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Xiuxiu, what's wrong with you?" It always feels like you've changed a lot. ”

Pei Xiuxiu wiped away her tears with her hand, and after trying to calm down, she said, "Brother Fan Jian, you don't need to come to see me every day. Actually, I understand your intentions, but everything is different, so let's write off the past. Sooner or later, you will find a woman who is more suitable for you, and I am not worthy of you. ”

Fan Jian held back a breath of anger in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Xiuxiu, can this be taken seriously?" ”

"Hmm." Bae Xiuxiu nodded.

"Can you tell me why?"

Pei Xiuxiu shook her head firmly.

Fan Jian was speechless in shock, flicked his sleeves angrily, and left without looking back.

It seems that during her illness, something did happen that he didn't know, and one day he would find a way to figure it out, he swears.

The heart is slightly moving, but the love is far away, things are not, people are not, everything is not! The past cannot be traced.

Leave people sad, sad and part. Broken thoughts, deep thoughts. Where it withers, it is empty and sad. Where is the continued prosperity?

"Ling Feng, are you still alive? You must still be alive, aren't you? Brother Qingfeng, when are you coming back? Pei Xiuxiu muttered to herself in a choked voice.

In the dense jungle, a dozen or so men in black with masks fought around three men in white with cloaks.

The sound of swords colliding with swords came from time to time, and the martial arts of the three men in white were very high, and the sword style was as fast as lightning.

Men in black fell down in response, or with a sword in their abdomen, or a few bloody scars on their arms.

Seeing that the man in black who bullied the more and the less gradually fell behind, one of the men in white smiled contemptuously: "Even you waste want to hurt us?" ”

After speaking, he turned around and kicked the other party in the stomach, and the other party was embarrassed and rolled on the ground.

At this time, a white-bearded old man wearing dark clothes suddenly appeared.

I saw that he had made a light effort, and with a leap, the move with the sword swooped over.

When he was dazzled, before he could see the ins and outs of the moves, conspicuous openings appeared on the bodies of the three men in white at the same time, and blood flowed like a pillar in an instant.

"Who are you?"

The white-bearded old man sneered, "You don't deserve to know. ”

"Why did you kill us?"

"If you want to blame me for your nosy, you will be blamed for being nosy."

"When the road is uneven, draw a knife to help, we will naturally take care of you killing innocents. Although our martial arts are not as good as yours, we have no regrets in our deaths. ”

"Well, it will be done to you." A vicious look appeared on his face, and a trace of bloodthirsty fierceness flashed in his eyes.

At the moment of life and death, a man wearing a mask suddenly appeared in the picture, and the shield blocked the front of the three men in white.