Wen Yongfu sat in the exquisite courtyard, looking up at the starry sky. He had done the same thing countless times, but at that time he was either deducing the art of fate or predicting the general trend of the world. At that time, he could always find what he wanted from the starry sky and get a sense of satisfaction.

But this time it was different, because his eyes were out of sight. Although he can sense anything in this world with his mental power, what he senses and what he sees is different.

He spent most of his life in calculations and research, and when he was younger, he liked the feeling that everything was under control, but the more he later came, the more he regretted it.

Because things in this world don't need to be predicted at all, let alone controlled. Especially after encountering feelings, because feelings are simply uncontrollable.

In the past hundred years, almost all the major events that have happened in the Xuanwu Continent have been related to him, and the Xuanwu Continent has directly returned to the upper realm because of him. But what did he get? The person he loved most was still unwilling to forgive him. He could clearly sense her position, but every time he went to look for her, she easily avoided her. It was only now, when his eyes were no longer visible and his face was even older, that he began to learn to give up.

Perhaps, it would be better this way, as long as she was happy.

That's probably it for his life, right?

On a summer night, with a gust of breeze, leaning back on a chair should have felt very comfortable, but at this time, Wen Yongfu only felt desolate.

The bleak evening scene is exactly what he portrays now.

"Perhaps, I'm really old. How else would it become so sentimental. The corners of Wen Yongfu's mouth were tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"You're getting old!" Qing Yao's cold voice suddenly sounded, "You can't feel it after I've been here for so long, aren't you just old?" In the past, no matter how busy you were, you would have kept my whereabouts in mind. ”

She was still the same as before, and the years had not left any trace on her. Under the black curtain, a red dress makes her even more beautiful.

It's a pity that her lover can't see such a thrilling beauty. Qing Yao suddenly felt very uncomfortable, when he was strong, she would still be willful, and she would be petty, because she felt that she still had a lot of time, and she had to let him remember that he could never make mistakes.

But when Wen Yongfu really gave up looking for her, she felt sad and lost, and when she saw Wen Yongfu again at this moment, she felt that the previous hatred and resentment were really not worth mentioning.

Who knows how long they will live?

"Qingyao, is it really you? I'm not dreaming. Wen Yongfu was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, "Have you forgiven me?" ”

"Yes, I forgive you! However, this is the only time, not an example! Qing Yao had tears in her eyes, but she had a smile on her face, and her voice was soft that she hadn't had for a long time.

Wen Yongfu only felt that happiness came too quickly, which made him feel a little unreal, and he had some incoherent assurances, "Of course, there will never be a next time, there can be no next time." This time, I won't let you get hurt again no matter what. ”

After he finished speaking, he stood in front of Qing Yao gently and hugged her tightly, for fear that if he let go of his hand, the person in his arms would disappear. Feeling the warmth and familiar breath in his arms, he had a sense of authenticity.

The next moment, there were tears in his eyes, but there was a happy smile on his face.

Wen Xu and Chang stood quietly outside the door, looking at the two who had reunited after a long absence, with relief on their faces.

"Mother, why is grandpa crying?" Three-year-old Wen Jing looked at the two people in the courtyard with some puzzlement, waiting for his mother to solve his doubts.

"Jing'er, grandpa is so happy. Let's go back today, and come to see Grandpa next time. After Liu Changning finished speaking, he lowered his body and looked at the small Wenjing and asked solemnly, "Do you remember what Grandpa Tai said to you last time?" ”

"I remember this!" Wen Jing's voice was full of pride, and he replied loudly, "Grandpa Tai said that people from the Wen family should never practice divination, and they should not repeat the wounds of no last resort. ”