At the end of December, there was a heavy snow under the sky, and the ground was covered with snow.

The night was as quiet as usual, and the lights of thousands of homes were bright.

On the table in the room, the stove was still steaming with green smoke, and the charcoal scarlet inside was as bright as a ruby.

There is only one family that is very eye-catching, and this family is the Liang family.

The maids and attendants of the Liang family were all busy in and out, pasting fiery couplets and hanging lanterns full of red happy characters.

Tomorrow, the Liang family is about to marry Qingziyi.

The two of them have experienced countless setbacks and heartaches, and finally passed through the hardships and poverty, joys and sorrows, and longings and worries in their lives.

Finally, he will go to the happiest peak moment of his life.

The second thing worth celebrating is that Liang Yongsheng's cultivation in the Immortal Gate is also about to be completed, ascending to the realm of a saint to seek the path of immortals, and becoming an immortal is just around the corner.

It can be described as a double happiness.

Qing Ziyi stood by the window and raised his eyes to look at the black and white place in the distance and said:

"It's been a long time since I've seen snow so beautiful. Maybe it's because of you that your heart has become sweeter, so everything has become beautiful. ”

With a hand on her fragrant shoulder, Liang Yongchang let out a long breath of turbidity, and said with relief:

"yes, it's been about fifty years! Helpless elegance is a finger of quicksand, old age is a period of time, looking back, life is as short as a mayfly life. It's not too soon, noon or night in the blink of an eye!

Fortunately, I have you in my life, and the years are long and short. With you, my life has become more and more meaningful."

Liang Yongsheng sighed, the look in his eyes was much more indifferent, and he seemed to have let go of many obsessions in his heart.

Because there are always some regrets in life that he can't control,

is also powerless, and the years have taught him to let go slowly.

Life is like a boat, some people go up and some people get off, some people leave around them, and some people stay.

Those ups and downs, the once short-lived beauty, since it cannot be changed, may also be a kind of missing good memory in his heart, so he chooses to cherish the present and learn to follow fate.

In this way, both of them looked in the same direction, where they probably shared poetry and distance!

Qingziyi gently snuggled her head into Liang Yongsheng's arms, and the smile on her face became a little bigger:

"I don't want to be pampered by the whole world. Only this life is an exception for you. No matter how long or short the years are, my life will become meaningful with you. ”

"Yes, after going through the ninety-nine-eighty-one tribulation, you are my whole world. Because you almost fell into the attempt, that is, when you were hovering on the edge of good and evil, the obsession in my heart was you, so I didn't step into half a foot. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Qingziyi continued to snuggle up to the warm chest.

At the beginning, her departure made Liang Yongsheng seal the once hot heart, and he thought that from now on, there would be no more bruises in this world.

And the absence of bruises in his life is like walking with the corpse, without a soul and without meaning......

There is a saying that says it well: "Maybe there is no sentence that can make you enlightened and enlightened." What really makes you wake up from a dream and see through everything can only be an unforgettable experience, life and death, parting, betrayal and insult. It's just because Liang Yongsheng and Qingziyi have experienced too much, and their losses have been regained......"

That's it, the two of them hugged each other, looking into the distance, where there is the most beautiful cold plum in winter, where there is their pursuit and yearning for each other's beauty!

At this time, it was as if the wind had stopped, and the snow had stopped, leaving only the white world, which illuminated the quiet black night a little.