In the past ten years, Cheng Hao's appearance has become old, his sideburns are mixed with some white hair, his straight posture is also slightly hunchbacked, and the whole person looks like he is about to enter his twilight years.

On the contrary, it is the twenty-six-year-old Cai'er, who has a graceful figure, like a fully blooming rose, delicate and can pinch out water.

However, this kind of stunning beauty, in Cheng Hao's eyes, seems to be no different from ordinary women.

The relationship between the two is not like a husband and wife at all, but more like a partner who cooperates with each other.

Cai'er washes and cooks every day, keeps the store in order, and in her free time, Cheng Hao will teach her some ways of calligraphy and painting...... But it doesn't look like a couple!

In the past ten years, Cheng Hao's painting art has reached the level of almost Taoism, there are not many paintings hanging on his walls, but the characters in each picture scroll are lifelike and almost substantial, it seems that as long as they can inject some vitality, they can come out of the painting scroll and become the most real people.

The more this is the case, the more Cheng Hao firmly believes in his heart that he is an extraordinary person, and this world is not the world he really deserves.

He should have been the immortal who soared for nine days!

Whenever Cheng Hao explained the scene of the immortal in her dream, Cai'er would listen quietly, but there was always a faint sense of loss in her seemingly envious eyes, she knew that as long as the immortal obsession in Cheng Hao's heart was not eliminated, the two would never become a real husband and wife.

Like two parallel lines next to each other, they seem to be not far apart, but they are close to the end of the world, and there will never be a time to intersect!

......

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

In the past ten years, Cai'er's parents have passed away one after another, and after sending Cai'er's parents away one after another, Cheng Hao's whole person has become more and more old.

After all, he was about to be sixty years old, his sideburns were already covered with gray hair, although his body was still quite tough, his back was hunched deeper, the wrinkles on his forehead were dense, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

But even so, he still has a fanaticism for calligraphy and painting, perhaps because he has experienced many births, old age, sickness and death, in the past ten years, Cheng Hao's paintings have a lot less fairy meaning, but there is more breath of life and death.

The kind of blending of life and death, the feeling of walking into reincarnation at a glance, is simply weird.

"The biggest difference between immortals and mortals is the separation between life and death, immortals can live forever, while mortals have a lifespan limit, if I can break through the barrier between life and death, can I become an immortal?"

After experiencing the people around him dying one by one, Cheng Hao's understanding of life and death has become more and more profound, and his idea of becoming an immortal has become more and more firm!

He wants to become an immortal, he wants to live forever, he wants to break this world that seems false to him, and he wants to find his true self!

......

Time is the most irresistible force, like a rolling torrent, drowning everything in the world.

Twenty years, in the ordinary, have passed unconsciously.

On this day, Cheng Hao, who was eighty years old and high-collared, seemed to have come to the end of his life, lying quietly on the bed, looking at Cai'er, who was holding his hands tightly and was already full of gray hair.

"I'm leaving, in this life, it's me who delayed you!"

Cai'er looked calm, gently stroking Cheng Hao's shriveled palm, without any resentment on her face.

"Everything is my own choice, since I chose you, I don't regret it!" wiped Cheng Hao's forehead with a wet towel, Cai'er continued to speak: "The fate between our husband and wife is coming to an end here, uncle, can you tell Cai'er, who is the person in your heart all these years?"

"Huh...... I've already said this, I don't have anyone in my heart, I just feel that all this in front of me, this whole world, is not real, it is false, like a dream, and you are all characters in a dream!"

"So, you treat us all as dream characters, and you don't want to worry about yourself because of a dream, leaving cause and effect, right?"

"Ahem...... Cheng Hao coughed, his face full of pity, "Yes, I always feel that I shouldn't belong here, the world of immortals is where I should go...... Ahem......"

"It's just a pity..... My perception of life and death is still not satisfactory...... I have experienced life, but I have not really experienced death, and if I do not truly walk between life and death, I cannot truly overcome life and death...... It's a pity, it's only half a step, only half a step, I can break through the illusion, break through this fantastic world, and find my true self...... It's just that this half step, I walked out, but I can't come back......"

On this day, there was a heavy snowfall, which Cheng Hao had never seen in this place for decades.

The heavy snow almost covered the entire capital with a thick white veil, and the eaves and trees were covered with thick snow equivalent to the height of a three- or five-year-old child.

There are also many houses, collapsed by the sudden heavy snowfall, and even some people called Huazi, homeless, have been frozen to death, almost every morning, people will be in the corner of the capital, so one or two bodies curled up together have been stiffened.

In this rare snowfall in a century, Cheng Hao with a faint unwillingness, beside Cai'er, slowly closed his eyes, and walked peacefully!

Cai'er's expression did not change much, and after helping Cheng Hao tidy up her appearance, she walked to the dresser and carefully dressed herself, and then found every picture scroll that Cheng Hao gave her in those years.

After doing this, Cai'er walked to the window, took out her and Cheng Hao's marriage book in the dresser and hugged it in her arms, and then held the picture scrolls, slowly walked to the bed, and lay quietly beside Cheng Hao.

"What I want to do most in my life is to be able to lie quietly beside you like today, this feeling is really ...... It's so warm!"

While talking to herself, Cai'er unfolded the picture scrolls, spread them on her and Cheng Hao's bodies, put the marriage book between the two, and then gently molded it in the sleeve robe, and took out a sharp dagger that exuded a silver cold light.

Poof!

The dagger was so sharp that it pierced into her chest without hindrance, and a touch of blood soaked it, like the last withered rose, poignant and brilliant!

"Husband, if you have become an immortal, please take Cai'er with you..... If you are a ghost and become a ghost, Cai'er will accompany you on the Huangquan Road...... We're not alone, ......"

This night, in the wind and snow, and the wind howled, Cheng Hao's grocery store collapsed at midnight and was completely buried in the snowdrift, like the last grave, burying two 'husband and wife' who have regretted their lives......