Song Qinglian smiled lightly and raised her slender eyelashes: "We are all alive and well, what kind of life and death."

"Of course, I envy Jiao Zhongqing's feelings for Liu Lanzhi, but I never want to be them. Of course, one of them is a rock and a concubine is a reed. But in the end, one went to Qingchi, and the other hung himself on the southeast branch."

"Brother Xuan and I don't want to be like them, as long as we want to stay together in peace like now, it is the most ordinary happiness I have always wanted."

"So, let's not say anything like life and death, it's too far away from us. I just want nothing more than to live an ordinary life with the people I like."

"That's right." Ming Jingxuan suddenly realized, knowing that he was speechless, "Sister Qinglian, I wasn't as thoughtful as I thought, so I lost my words. I will only protect you from now on, and I will never say anything like life or death in front of you again."

Song Qinglian shook her head, stared at him, and chuckled, "It's okay, Brother Xuan. In this way, we will remember the oath that the king is a rock and the concubine is a pamper. But we will never be Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi."

"Okay." Ming Jingxuan said sincerely: "Then I and Sister Qinglian are determined to be here, so I will take this rock and Pu Wei as a lifelong oath, this life, this life, eternal life, will not change."

"Hmm." Song Qinglian quietly snuggled in Ming Jingxuan's arms, at this moment, thousands of tenderness, infinite attachment.

The murmuring water and moon lake, quietly flowing waves, reflected in the waves, is a pair of beautiful people leaning against each other.

Thinking of the various past events since the two of them met and fell in love, Ming Jingxuan was full of emotion in his heart, maybe all the love is destined in the dark.

He gently stroked Song Qinglian's hair, looked at the gentle river, and sighed deeply, "You and I are in this Shuiyue Lake, and our love must be on the shore of this Shuiyue Lake.

"Really." Song Qinglian also agreed: "In this way, this Shuiyue Lake has a lot of fate with us."

Her heart suddenly moved, her eyes flickered for a moment, and she raised her eyes again, and said to Ming Jingxuan, "In this way, let's make our vows here."

Ming Jingxuan seemed to know what she meant, and asked intently, "Sister Qinglian, what do you ......mean?"

Song Qinglian smiled lightly, left the crook of Ming Jingxuan's arm, turned around, took two steps forward, and looked at the small tree standing on the shore of Shuiyue Lake in front of her, "Set our vows on this tree, and let the affection between us grow with the growth of this tree."

She took out the small carving knife that usually cuts flowers from her cuff, and gently carved the blade on the tree, "Ming Jingxuan, Song Qinglian, Jun is a rock, and a concubine is Pu Wei, and the two hearts promise each other, and they are determined to live in this life." A few words.

Every word lightly carved by the blade condensed her most sincere sincerity, she turned around and lightly opened her thin lips, "Brother Xuan, how is it?"

Looking at the words she carved, Ming Jingxuan's heart was filled with a warm softness, "Very good."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward, his eyes rolled slightly, and he smiled deeply, "Sister Qinglian, give me the knife."

Song Qinglian didn't know what he wanted, so she obediently handed the knife to him.

Ming Jingxuan took the knife, smiled knowingly, and used the blade to order a line to lightly engrave, "With Shuiyue Lake as evidence, I wish that in this life and this life, I will hold the hand of my son and grow old with my son."

In just a few words, it has fulfilled the long-cherished wish of a pair of beautiful people's lives.

He turned around slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and smiled, "Sister Qinglian, is this good?"

Looking at the few engraved words full of affection, the corners of Song Qinglian's mouth couldn't help but outline a warm smile, "Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son." She whispered the words carved into the tree, and her slender hand touched the treetops.

Her eyes were full of emotion, and she said deeply, "This is probably what we want for the rest of our lives."

"That's right." Ming Jingxuan also looked at the oath engraved on the treetops, turned his head to look at Song Qinglian, affectionate and sincere: "Such as

If you can get your wish in this life, hold the hand of your son with Sister Qinglian, and grow old with your son, there will be nothing else to ask for in this life."

The two lines of words are a pair of lovers' vows to each other, and they are also each other's lifelong wishes. Between the lines, it is full of sincerity that will not change in this life.

Song Qinglian nodded lightly, and all the emotion and warmth spread in the heart lake.

Suddenly, a cold wind hit, rolling up the layers of autumn leaves on the ground, and also blowing the clothes and hair of the two people. I didn't feel a slight coolness on my face, and in an instant, it turned into a little droplet.

Looking up, I saw a shallow layer of snowflakes falling in the vast sky.

Scattered snowflakes have fallen, spreading in every corner of the riverside, fragrant the entire lakeside, silent and beautiful, like a fairy tale town in the Western world.

"Brother Xuan, it's snowing!" Song Qinglian raised her hand gently, caught the falling snowflakes with her slender hand, and said happily, "It's really snowing, it's really beautiful!"

"Yes." Ming Jingxuan looked at Song Qinglian, who was independent in the snow, Su Xue fell on the tips of her hair, and on the hem of her skirt, her pink cheeks were flushed, which was more beautiful than her pure and lovely appearance in the past.

Ming Jingxuan stared at her and said happily, "This is the first snow of this winter, and it is falling on this day that we are destined for this life. You see, even Heaven is congratulating us."

"Yes, yes!" A burst of joy poured into Song Qinglian's heart, looking at the snow, there was infinite passion in her heart.

She happily ran to an open field, spread her arms, and in the snow, she whirled, laughed, and shouted loudly: "It's snowing, it's really snowing, this is God's congratulations to me and Brother Xuan!"

The figure whirling in the snow, like a wanton and cheerful little swallow, is unrestrained, as if there is only countless joy between heaven and earth.

In the past 16 years, there has never been a moment of laughter and freedom. This moment was the joy that overturned all her life.

has been cautious for sixteen years, and there has never been a moment when he has really been himself, maybe only this moment is the real release of the nature of the little daughter's family.

Seeing her so happy, Ming Jingxuan's heart also rejoiced, and he also came to her side, held her hand, and spun around with her in the snow.

"Brother Xuan, I'm really happy to have you here, Qinglian is really happy today!"

"In the days to come, as long as I am here, I will keep you happy like this."

"Brother Xuan, we should never be separated, okay?"

"Okay, from now on, Brother Xuan, I am willing to accompany Sister Qinglian for the rest of my life, and grow old with Sister Qinglian!"

A pair of lovers, just like this, whirling and laughing in the snow, splendidly spun and laughed, splendidly coloring the whole world. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be just the human world of these two people.

Carefree, only joyful and happy, the shore of Shuiyue Lake has become a fairy tale world that only belongs to two people.

After playing for a long time, the two of them stopped, but the joy that permeated their hearts was like the murmuring in this Shuiyue Lake, and there was no rest.

Both of them were covered with snow, and their cheeks were slightly red, and they were intoxicated by the colors of this world.

"Brother Xuan!" Song Qinglian looked at Ming Jingxuan's snowflake-stained hair and smiled, "Your head is full of snow, like a white-haired grandfather, hahaha!"

"And talk about me, you see if you are too." Ming Jingxuan lightly tapped Song Qinglian's eyebrows, with a somewhat doting smile, "Isn't your hair covered with snowflakes, but more like a white-haired old woman."

Song Qinglian raised her face, blinked her slender eyelashes, and smiled happily: "Why not, if you become a white-haired grandfather, and I become a white-haired old woman, when that day comes, we can still be like this, that is, we will grow old together."

Song Qinglian stood on tiptoe lightly again, and said softly in Ming Jingxuan's ear: "Brother Xuan, it's good to be with you in the snow, your head turned white unconsciously. Qinglian is good

I want to be white-headed with Brother Xuan."

In the wind and snow, his hair turned white, and what he promised was the white-headed covenant of this life. It's just that I don't know if this young man's deep promise can really be fulfilled.

Ming Jingxuan's eyebrows turned into a spring breeze, his hands stroked her hair, and he said affectionately: "Brother Xuan also wants to grow old with Qinglian, all white-headed."

Looking at her flushed cheeks, her eyes with autumn water, and her hair slightly raised under the caress of the breeze. Such a clear and moving appearance, even the Nine Heavens Xuannu pales in comparison to it.

Ming Jingxuan's heart couldn't help but move, his hands fell from her hair to her shoulders, gently grabbed her, and approached her face, slowly, gently, kissed her red lips.

This intimate fragrance is the clearest fragrance that spreads in the bottom of my heart.

Song Qinglian only felt a tingling between her lips, and she subconsciously responded to this gentle kiss without knowing the world, gently closed her eyes, and enjoyed the fragrance that permeated her lips and teeth.

He is a person who is extremely polite, but he can't resist the sweetest skin, and he can't resist the heat and tenderness that penetrates into the bones.

The stormy gentleness permeates the sweet fragrance.

In this colorful fairy tale world, what is reflected is a pair of brocade paintings of sweet kisses.

The beautiful scenery of the good day, the land is barren, and the life is only this moment, and the moment is devoted to this life.

After a long time, Ming Jingxuan slowly left Song Qinglian's lips, and the faces of the two of them were flushed with a slight red tide, I don't know if they were frozen by the cold wind of this early winter, or the sweetest joy in their hearts.