I especially remember that year, the spring breeze was warm, she was dancing in the brocade of flowers, forgetting the hour, accidentally drenched by the heavy rain, was caught by a child, and at the critical moment, he replaced her with a gold coin.

Seeing that her wings were injured, he took her home and took care of her with great care for several days.

During that time, when I woke up every day, I saw his white-clothed figure, as dust-free as the cleanest cloud in the sky.

It's just that the bright red immortal mark on his forehead made her gradually feel a little distressed, and at that time, she didn't know what that distress was about.

Sometimes he would stand alone in front of the window, quietly looking in the same direction, and look at it for a long, long time.

Sometimes he would sit in front of the desk, pen and ink in hand, and tirelessly draw the same face on rice paper, which was the face of a young girl, and in retrospect, the girl looked a little like her master.

Sometimes he would make a pot of tea under the peach blossom tree in the yard, and then sit under the peach tree with the scroll in his hand, and look at it quietly all day.

Whenever she was in those moments, she would fly gently to the nearest place to him, quietly accompanying him, and she could gradually feel what kind of loneliness it was to live alone for a long time.

She began to want to be with him like that all the time.

However, he decided to send her away.

"Everything in the world has spirituality, you still have a long way to go, cultivate well, maybe we will meet again one day." It was the last thing he said to her when he released her.

For this sentence, she redoubled her efforts from then on, but after that, she never saw him again.

She also tried to go back to the small courtyard to find him, but the building was already empty, and only the courtyard was deserted and lonely.

But God still treated her well after all, so that she could see him for the last time at the last moment.

For her, it was enough.

"Master, I know, this time it was Brother Xifeng who was sorry for you, but Ziling still wanted to beg you, please...... Don't hurt him, promise Ziling, okay? ”

Yun Weiyang lowered her eyelashes slightly, she had already guessed that this would be what Ziling said.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zi Ling suddenly became anxious, and tears fell down with the flutter: "Master, Zi Ling begs you, Brother Xifeng once had kindness to me, so it should be Zi Ling to repay him for saving him back then, just this time, promise Zi Ling, okay, ah?" ”

Looking at Ziling's gaze full of hope, Yun Weiyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Master......", Ziling's voice was so faint that she was almost inaudible, but she was still stubbornly holding on.

In her life, the first half of her life was inactive, until she met Xifeng, she understood what the meaning of life was, she worked hard for so long, at least she could do even one thing for him before she died, and she was satisfied after all, and this life was in vain.

Yun Weiyang didn't know what happened between Ziling and Xifeng back then, but seeing Ziling at this moment, she asked herself if she really couldn't refuse.

Her fists clenched slowly, her voice trembled, and she said slowly: "Okay, I promise you, I promise you." ”

Hearing her answer, Zi Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She smiled softly: "Thank you, master, thank you......"

"Ziling, you have to hold on, you know?" Yun Weiyang's eyes were red, and his heart was already in pain.