In the Qingfeng Temple, Mo Daochang sighed lightly, holding the Buddha dust and stepping on the mysterious steps towards the mountain, which seemed to be slow and fast.

In the Zhegui Courtyard, the two hugged each other tightly, as if nothing in heaven and earth could separate them.

"If I advised you not to die now, would you listen?" As she spoke, she felt less strengthened.

"I'm going to be angry, how can you keep me from looking for you, how can you be so ruthless." His eyes were a little wet.

"But I regret it, I was wrong, if it wasn't for me at the beginning, you wouldn't have encountered so many things, you wouldn't have ...... with me today, without me, you would have lived well, I regret coming to you, don't you die, okay? You've forgotten about me for a while. Her eyes were slightly red and she said pleadingly.

is about to die, the more she doesn't want Yan Rui to die with her, it's too stupid, it's not worth it, he is still so young, and he still has a lot of time to forget about himself.

"It's impossible, even if I forget myself, I can't forget you." He held back the tears that were about to fall and said, "If I don't have you in this life, then I am no different from the walking dead even if I live." ”

Her eyes were slightly red, and she looked at him with affection.

"Talk, we don't mention this, let's say something happy, say okay to be happy all the time, I don't want you to cry, I don't want you to be sad." He reached out to wipe away the tears that had just run from the corners of her eyes.

"You said that the paintings we painted here will always be collected by Yan Lin and passed on, but it's a pity that there are too few paintings." Yan Rui tried to say something happy, and he felt that their days of painting here were particularly good.

She smiled brightly, listened to his voice, thought about the scenes of those days, painted with a pen, laughed and laughed, if she could, she would like to accompany him to paint for the rest of her life.

"You said that if we drew one every day, how many pictures should there be, then I will draw all your expressions." He continued.

She suddenly interrupted: "Yan Rui, don't say it, let me take a good look at you." She felt her breath a little short, and the hand around his neck loosened.

"Yan Rui, husband, I'm sorry I can't spend my life with you,...... I've waited 300 years and finally I can only be married to you for a year, but I'm still... Satisfied, only... It's just bitter for you. She spoke intermittently, her voice a little weak.

"Someone has waited for me for 300 years, and it is my third life that I am fortunate to receive this honor, and I will only be happy in my heart."

"Then you... Don't forget me... Don't forget that we drank a glass of wine, don't forget the marriage wooden plaque we tied on Wuyun Mountain, and don't forget the feeling of you kissing me. As she spoke, tears began to rain down.

"I can't forget, I can't forget anything related to you, I remember that you always stared at me when I first got married, I remember that you tied our hair together on the night we drank a glass of wine, I remember your gentle smile under the peach tree, I remember the fragrance of osmanthus on your body, I remember that when I kiss you, your heartbeat will be the same as mine, there is no one in this world who can be like you."

After a while, she couldn't see clearly again, and reached out to touch his face: "When we die, we will be buried together, and we will be buried in a place full of osmanthus trees, okay?" ”

After she said this, she felt weak all over, and her eyes couldn't open a little, and she could still see his outline clearly, but now she could only see a vague shadow.

"Okay, don't talk, I know, I asked my mother to plant osmanthus trees next to our cemetery."

Her hand touched the bridge of his nose and eyebrows, the tips of her fingers touched warm tears at the corners of her eyes, her fingers paused slightly, and then slowly stroked towards her cheeks, but the outstretched hand became more and more weak, and it fell down after a while.

He held it with one hand, took her hand, and kissed her palm, "Talk, talk, don't sleep... I still have a lot to say, can I sleep after that? ”

The person in her arms smiled and didn't speak, she also had a lot to say, and she couldn't finish it for the rest of her life.

But now she had to take the first step, she wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, her consciousness gradually blurred, and the hand that had been around his neck hung down weakly.

"Talk, talk," he cried out in grief as he shook the man in his arms.

But this time he couldn't get a response no matter how much he shouted, and the person in his arms was silent.

It turned out that the death of the person he loved the most was such a pain, love parted from the bitterness, his heart was like a knife, he hugged the person tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

At this moment, the originally sunny weather suddenly became dark, and a large number of black clouds appeared in the sky, and the entire heaven and earth were instantly connected by darkness, but Zheguiyuan was still as usual.

The osmanthus flowers on all the osmanthus trees began to fall, and the golden osmanthus flowers fell into the air.

Sanleng at the door covered his mouth and squatted on the ground crying, she died, but he had to live alone in this world, and he would never meet someone like her again.

Yan Rui stroked her eyebrows and eyes, and said that he was dead, and he couldn't let her wait there longer, but when he took out the dagger.

"No, how can you be so ruthless!" He watched as Tanyan's body slowly disappeared, turning into a glowing golden osmanthus flower and floating towards the sky, but he couldn't stop it.

He couldn't keep the osmanthus that was drifting away, and he couldn't stop the place where it was turning into osmanthus.

"Don't, don't disappear, talk." He stretched out his hand again and again to grab the osmanthus floating in the air, but every time he opened his hand, he saw nothing.

If the corpses of the confession are gone, how can they still be buried together, why is God so cruel that he doesn't even leave the corpse for him.

He watched as the words faded away, and he could do nothing but reach out and stroke her face.

He looked at a bright light on her chest, and he knew it was the heart of the tree, and now it was going to dissipate.

"Talk—" He shouted with all his strength to the dot of osmanthus in front of him.

In the end, all he wanted was to be buried with his beloved, why didn't he even let him fulfill this wish. He raised his head and looked at the osmanthus flowers that floated higher and higher, that was the person he loved the most, he loved it to the bones, why did he float to the sky.

At this moment, the black clouds in the sky disappeared, and the blinding sunlight of the sun shone in the eyes of the pedestrians on the ground.

"What do you see in the sky?"

"It seems to be an osmanthus, why is it still floating upwards and glowing!"

"You smell, this osmanthus is so fragrant......"

"If you don't say it, I smell it."

The osmanthus is fragrant for ten miles, and no one talks about the weather anomalies before, only talking about the golden osmanthus that floats to the sky, as if the sky suddenly darkened and suddenly lit up before.

No one knew that this osmanthus was a woman's life, they only felt that the fragrance of the flower was intoxicating.

Yan Rui shouted to the sky I don't know how many times, his voice was hoarse, his heart was cold, he called out to pour out his words, hoping that she could hear it if she didn't go far, cursing to the heavens, hoping that the heavens.

"Dumpling is dead, even if he has no body, even if he is not buried with Dump Yan, then he can still find Dump Yan's soul over there, if this God doesn't let him be with Dump Yan, even if his soul is scattered and he will rebel against this sky."

He muttered to himself, as if he were deceiving himself, thinking that this would really be what he wanted, and he smiled sadly and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground.

"I'm here to find you." As he spoke, he raised his dagger and stabbed himself in the chest.

The dagger was about to pierce into the flesh, when a white thread came at him, and he grabbed the arm holding the dagger and pulled it forward, so that the dagger he was holding could no longer advance half an inch.