On Guyin Street during the day, a few clouds floated in the sky, and the air was heavy, and the surroundings were gray.

Fruit shops, tea shops, and all the shops that are open are going on as usual, but the door of the grocery store is still closed, and the wreath at the door is shaking in the wind, and there is not a trace of popularity in sight.

Inside the house, the proprietress was making a pot of tea, and the tea she used was amazing, it was actually ten bottles of five milliliters of blood, ten bottles of bone marrow of living people, and ten bottles of absorbed man's true qi, which were boiled together.

She was wearing a sober retro dress, her long hair flowing behind her back, and her orchid fingers were constantly cocked and lowered until the heat was ready.

She put the brewed tea on a tray and carried it to the back room. This is a bedroom, in classical tones, with a purple veil waving, which looks very beautiful, almost like the boudoir of an ancient lady.

There was a man lying on the bed exactly the same as Hei Jialun, judging by his material, it should be a wax figure, his skin looked like an ordinary person, even his pores were so clear, and he looked as lifelike as a real person.

If you don't know the previous situation, you must think that this is a real person, and the clothes he wears are the same as the proprietress and the standard couple tone.

"Wind, this is my tea made with dew drops and human body essence, drinking it will help you."

Seeing that his boss's lady's eyes became gentle, she gently lifted his body and changed his sleeping position to a sitting position. Strangely, when he sat up, his eyes actually opened, and under the long eyelashes were a pair of black eyes, as if he could see the look inside.

"Wind, your smile is more beautiful than spring, can you give me a smile? I love seeing your smile the most. ”

The wax figure turned its gaze to her, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a very touching smile was formed.

The excited proprietress had tears in her eyes, hugged him tightly in her arms, stroked his hair and said: "Feng, although you can't talk to me, you can understand every word I say, which means that you like me, and you still have me in your heart, right?" ”

The wax figure looked like it had been set and nodded slightly.

"Wind, I never dreamed that I would have you one day, even if I looked at you like this every day, I would be satisfied. I've been alone for hundreds of years, and I've been alone every day, but now I'm okay, with you by my side, I won't be able to sleep again. Wind, you are the grace of heaven to me. ”

She took the tea and gently put it to his lips, pouring him this special cup of tea.

"Wind, the roses in the yard are blooming, very beautiful, I'll take you to see them."

The proprietress moved his body to the chair, which was a special chair with four wheels on it that was very easy to push.

The backyard of the grocery store may not seem to be large, but it is full of roses, and a fiery red burns in the eyes.

"Wind, every year I will plant roses for you, because I know that you like red flowers, and you like the fragrance of passion. I was thinking, one day you'll see this red, and my dream came true. ”

Looking at the fire red in the garden, the wax figure's eyes were red, but he couldn't communicate with the proprietress, just sat in an unchanged posture and listened to her tirelessly singing a one-man show.

"Feng, I've been waiting for you for hundreds of years, I don't care if I wait for a few more years, don't worry, I will definitely give you life and turn you into a real man of flesh and blood."

"A real man of flesh and blood? Boss, don't think we don't know what the hell you're up to? You're equipped to steal someone else's life force to give it to this portrait, right? ”

Who's talking? The proprietress turned around vigilantly and found Lin Shanye and Meng Xiaoxiao standing at the gate of the courtyard, with a hint of mockery in their expressions.

"Sharpshooter? Miss Meng, when did you come in? ”

"I'm sorry hostess, we've been here since you entered the bedroom with tea, and you didn't notice us because you were too focused on the wind."

"It's rude for you to trespass into my private territory without permission, you know? Say, what are you doing here? ”

"Of course I'm going to take Hei Jialun's portrait, don't forget, I'm your client!"

The proprietress held the wax figure in her arms as if she had found a treasure, for fear of being taken away by them, and shouted: "This is not the portrait of Hei Jialun, this is my wind, don't you see it?" He belongs to me completely, he can understand every word I say, he will smile at me, and his eyes will be so moved when he sees the roses! ”

Meng Xiaoxiao smiled indifferently: "Boss, your infatuation with the wind has spread for hundreds of years, we can understand your mood, otherwise we wouldn't be standing here and talking to you well." It is an act against the heavens that you steal other people's life force, even if you can make the life force on Feng's body stronger and stronger, you will end up with a fate of going to the eighteenth layer of hell, why bother? ”

The proprietress still held on to the wax figure, shaking her head desperately: "I don't care, I'd rather go to hell for the wind, the time of life is not about the length, but about the brilliant life, as long as you love each other, you won't come to the world in vain, as long as the vitality of the wind comes back, even if I only have one day with him, I am also happy." ”

"But he's not the wind, he's my Black Jialun."

"His previous life was the wind, I can't mistake his eyes, he is the wind."

"Okay, I don't mind if you insist on treating him as the wind, just treat him as a phoenix, boss lady, is it that as long as the wind is resurrected, you are willing to go to hell?"

"Yes, as long as the wind can be resurrected, I am willing to go to hell for the wind."

"Well, give me this wax figure, and I'll bring him back to life. And you don't need to go to hell, the real definition of love is that as long as you see your beloved happy, you will be happy. ”

"Are you telling the truth? Can you really bring the wind back to life? ”

"Since you expect so much from the wind, you should believe that I will do it, but you have to let go."

"I understand, it turns out that you are trying to trick me into letting go, that's impossible, I finally got with the wind, and I will never let go of the wind."

"Well, you just wait to go to hell! Have you forgotten how you got this beautiful face, and how you are willing to let it go to naught? Why can't we make the story a little more complete? Isn't it good that the wind will be grateful to you when he is resurrected, and that he will remember you for the rest of his life? ”

The proprietress had tears in her eyes, wetting the wax figure's cheeks, and there was a hint of sparkle in her eyes.