Well......

In fact, she was the same as him, and when he went there, she followed him secretly.

He expected him to turn around and look back as he had done at the beginning, and find that she was here too, and that she had never left.

Sometimes the dove will drink alcohol.

In Qing Wei's impression, he never drank alcohol, and almost got drunk when he got drunk.

In the world, he lost this restrained temperament, compared to the intoxicating pot in the fairy world, and Du Kang, who was rumored to relieve his worries, were all drunk by him one by one.

When he drank, it was always difficult to tell whether he was drunk or not.

The body is straight, just go back like this, and you won't even go the wrong way.

In his heart, he divided Wei'er and Wei'er very clearly, much more clearly than she divided Feng Gu and Yun Yin.

The goddess of war 'Qing Wei' in the hearts of the world has been dead for more than a year, and he suddenly remembered to come to worship her.

The reason why it was sudden was because in his heart, 'Qing Wei' probably never died.

And now to go to the sacrifice, but the body can't bear the grief of her leaving for too long.

In the fairy world, there has never been a sacrificial saying, the soul is the soul, and the original god is also the original god.

He knew that it was useless, but he carried a large pot of braised pork, steaming, and scooped a big spoon and buckled it on the plate.

Pots of liquor poured hot, and slender bamboo chopsticks sandwiched a piece of braised pork between his lips and teeth.

I don't know if the wine was too strong or the meat was too hot, he took a few sips of his stomach and burst into tears.

Leaning against the tombstone, he wept silently for a long time, struggling to the ground, and roared lowly, roaring like a beast.

The wine was spilled, and the food was cold.

Looking at everything from afar, her heart scratched like a cat.

Those who want to rush over and hug him tightly, but they don't want to see him injured have to pretend to be a city wall, and fight the pain of longing day and day.

But she can't, she's Li Wei, she's no longer Qingwei'.

He couldn't bear the slightest bit of devastation.

After the phoenix dove staggered and limped away, Qing Wei carefully brushed aside the withered grass branches in front of him. I watched as the earth was cleared and cleaned, and there was not a single grass on it.

Next to it, there are two unknown white flowers blooming, which look particularly cute.

On the tombstone, I used my life's strength to carve out-

- [The tomb of his beloved wife Qingwei.] ]

…… Beloved wife, Qingwei.

She stroked the hard lines on the bluestone tablet, which were rough but delicate and gentle, and he didn't know how many times he had polished it with his fingertips to have such a smooth touch on the handwriting.

It turns out that I will also be jealous of myself.

……

……

In the following days, Qing Wei and Feng Jiu barely lived well, because Feng Jiu had no strength, and now the Li family was dominant in the world, and Feng Jiu's power foundation was the same, so he had to agree to dine with her every evening.

This habit has existed since the fairy world.

It's just that there is such a stranger, and he is very dull in the bottom of his heart.

The bamboo chopsticks rested on the chopsticks, and they didn't start for a long time.

She didn't know what he liked to eat, so she had to order some of her favorites.

At least he couldn't eat it, she could still eat it, and then looked at his beautiful face, and could look at it stupidly.

It seemed like a long battle, and she wanted to know how long his heart would be able to trust others, and he wanted to know how long she wouldn't continue to pretend.