When the morning dew evaporated, Poria finally took care of everything, and pushed Qin Tian to the lively courtyard with a bamboo chair, and Granny Qian and the others were ready after a long time. The wedding banquet is very simple, a few dishes of home-cooked side dishes, a few folded safflower plants are placed on the plate as a decoration, and it is done.

Because there are no middle-aged men here, there is no wine on the table, but this is not a talented Poria, she is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also handy to the tea ceremony female red, has been immersed for many years, can be described as a lot of attainments.

After the most cocos, the flower tea of Poria cocos was substituted for the drink, everyone drank the heart relaxed, and they were full of praise for Poria cocos and gave a thumbs up, after tea and dinner, the wedding ceremony kicked off, according to the requirements of Poria cocos, everything was simple, and the cumbersome rules were reduced to nothing, in front of the two old people, Granny Qian and Lao Li, the two newcomers scribbled after worshipping. Of course, Qin Tian was just holding his head and nodding symbolically.

Special wedding, extremely simple ceremony, but Poria still red eyes, wet jade cheeks, after sending away Granny Qian and others, she returned to the room and cried wantonly, like joy, as if venting, except for herself, no one knows.

Since then, life has returned to normal, she still collects morning dew, still goes deep into the old forest, still takes good care of Qin Tian, everything is as before, and she is not negligent or bored because of the passage of time.

The flowers withered, the geese flew south, winter was coming, when the first day rose from the east, there was no crystal clear dew on the ground, replaced by a white foam-like frost, and Poria cocos also collected morning dew instead of picking snow spirit fruit. She had to stock up on food for the winter in advance.

Snow Spirit Fruit. It can be said to be a specialty of Qin Wuzhou. However, there is no miraculous effect, except for the crisp and refreshing taste, it only has the effect of filling the stomach.

When the goose feathers and snow flew all over the sky, the bad news swept through this quiet and peaceful "wild village", the world is unpredictable, and the mother-in-law Qian, who is usually tough, actually fell ill, and Poria Cocos learned the news. Immediately rushed to Granny Qian's residence.

When I saw Granny Qian's skinny body and cloudy eyes, crystal tears burst out of my eyes, and no matter how Poria wiped it, it was difficult to suppress the surging sense of sadness.

Granny Qian, who was smiling at herself a few days ago, became terminally ill in a blink of an eye, and her emaciated skin and bones are like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time, which makes Poria feel like a knife and a little unacceptable at the same time. Is human life so fragile, is God so unkind? She was overwhelmed with grief.

Lao Li and the others stood quietly aside, and they lowered their heads. Without superfluous words, Granny Qian's current situation may be what they will be like tomorrow. For the elderly, the cold and biting winter is a difficult test of life and death.

The atmosphere was very solemn, Granny Qian's weak snort was particularly clear, Poria only felt as if a giant mountain was pressed on her chest, a little breathless, she turned around unwillingly, wanting to look for elixir, but was stopped by Granny Qian.

"Niko...... I'm ...... Can't get through it...... I can meet you in the twilight of my life...... The old lady was delighted...... Really happy...... If you say sorry...... Even before she died, she didn't see Nizi's cub born......" Granny Qian said intermittently.

She raised her hand with difficulty, and then leaned towards Poria's jade cheeks, however, the big hand was raised halfway, but it suddenly slipped weakly, and Poria quickly grabbed Granny Qian's calloused big hand, and gently rubbed it on her white pink steamed face, but the big hand was already cold.

Food, clothing, shelter and transportation, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the life of a mortal. Even the cultivators who pull out the mountains and rivers can't compete with the passage of time, let you be peerless, the world is gorgeous, and in the end it is just a handful of loess.

Qin Wuzhou, which is sparsely populated, is as quiet as night on weekdays, but now there is this incident, which is even more bleak. After Poria, Lao Li and others worked together to bury Granny Qian, she stiffened and returned to the pastoral house, her face expressionless, like a walking corpse.

Pushing open the door, Poria habitually glanced at the bed first, however, unlike before, the hotbed was empty, and Qin Tian's figure was gone. She suddenly woke up from her fugue state, and then ran out of the courtyard in a panic, looking everywhere.

When she returned, she was so heartbroken that she didn't notice any details, but when she regained her senses, she immediately noticed the anomaly, and there was a looming footprint on the snowy ground, and the footprints stretched from the courtyard to the end of the horizon, about to be covered by the falling goose feather snow.

The blue coat fluttered, and Poria trotted along the footprints with hurried broken steps. The sky was dim and silent, and in the vast expanse of snow, a weak figure staggered forward.

Braving the wind and frost, the rain and snow, Poria stumbled to a big mountain, raised his head, and looked far away, on the top of the snowy mountain, the black suit was moving, and Qin Tian stood silently.

Poria climbed the snow peak with mixed joy, she did not go to Qin Tian's side, when she was about five zhang away from Qin Tian, she paused and stood silently. The snowflakes were flying, the hair was dancing lightly, and Qin Tian did not turn around.

Thousands of mountains and birds flew away, thousands of people disappeared, there was a dead silence between heaven and earth, the two of them stood like this, after one night, Qin Tian was still immobile as yesterday, but Poria was trembling, her red lips were dyed blue, her jade cheeks were purple, obviously forced by the cold, but she never said anything, and she was always there gritting her teeth and insisting.

However, it was doomed to be useless, Qin Tian turned a deaf ear, and there was not a single ripple in his lifeless eyes. Three days later, with a thud, Poria fell into the snow, and it seemed that it was about to fall here, but Qin Tian was still as immobile as a mountain.

Fortunately in misfortune, at the critical moment, Lao Li brought someone to find him, he didn't blame Qin Tian for being wrong, because there was no time, Poria Cocos's life was in danger, the situation was really not optimistic, and he had to save people.

In the noise, Poria was wrapped in a thick quilt and quickly carried down the peak, and in the blink of an eye, on the white snowy peak, the long figure was left frozen under the canopy, and from beginning to end, Qin Tian did not move at all, like an eternal rock.

Unconsciously, the heavy snow stopped, the green trees sprouted, the mountain spring made a crisp sound of tinkling, the spring flowers bloomed, the birds flapped their wings, and the nameless mountain peaks were no longer silent, however, the figure that was not majestic was still standing.

The grass and trees suddenly rustled and swayed from side to side, as if a wild beast was about to pounce on it, and when the lush grass was removed, a familiar face came out of it, and the blue coat swayed, and the Poria cocos returned.

Due to the timely rescue of Lao Li and others, Poria cocos survived the danger without danger, and after the injury healed, she climbed the nameless mountain again, but this time she will not be so stupid.

Cutting bamboo and wood, dragging rattan, and living in a cocos, she was fully prepared, and also brought a thick bedding, obviously planning to stay here for a long time.

Flowers are in full bloom, cicadas are singing in the ears, and in the blink of an eye, it is already half summer, and in addition to solving the problem of the abdomen, Poria cocos is more to stare at the thin figure.

The maple leaves are dyed red, the grains are golden, and the colorful colors are matched together like a brilliant oil painting, and in the painting, the figure is always the same.

After the gloom, covered in silver, the goose feather snow was about to fall again, Poria cocos wrapped herself tightly in the futon and curled up in the simple thatched hut, while Qin Tian was submerged in the sea of snow, and his figure became looming, as if it was about to dissipate into the sky.

In this way, they spent seven springs, summers, autumns and winters in silence. Poria was a little numb, counting the time Qin Tian had been in a coma, a full ten years had passed, ten years ago, she was full of joy, and ten years later, she was sad.

Is this what you want? Ask yourself, no. After the precipitation of time, Poria has figured out a lot, she can't be silent anymore, she must wake up the Qin Tian who used to be, the current Qin Tian, is just an empty shell, she would rather Qin Tian leave without mercy than see Qin Tian fall again.

She moved lightly and came to Qin Tian's side, with pear blossoms and rain on her delicate face, crying and saying to Qin Tian. "Where is the Marquis of King's Landing who looked down on the world in the first place? ”

Qin Tian didn't say anything, just looked at a certain point on the edge of the sky.

"Are you going to spend the rest of your life like this?!" Poria yelled hysterically.

There was silence for a while, and the expression on Qin Tian's face was stiff and wooden, as if he was suffering from dementia that only the elderly would come to.

"It seems that the glamorous Hou Ye of the past no longer exists in the world, since this is the case, Ling'er will go with him. "Poria smiles like flowers, but the tears on the jade cheeks have not stopped.

The supple black hair is flying, Poria cocos resolutely jumped off the cliff, dancing green sand, green sand dance, Yan Ruyu, looking like a flower, words and deeds are light and elegant, skin is like ice, skin is like snow, and jumps off the cliff with gestures......

That looking back and smiling, that affectionate gaze, made time seem to freeze, but Qin Tian turned a blind eye, at this time, he was no different from a dead person. If it weren't for the footprints of the moon and summer on this mountain, he wouldn't have woken up at all.

No miracle happened, Poria fell to the ground, the red blood spread instantly, the gray-brown soil became dark red, and the cyan neon dress was also stained with bright colors, as if impromptu splashing ink, but the colors to choose from were too monotonous.

On the quiet path, a rickety figure staggered forward, it was Lao Li, as time went by, his health became worse and worse, and he rarely went out, this time he came out in order to go down the mountain every once in a while to visit his Poria cocos.

He was a little worried, afraid that something would happen to Poria again, because no matter whether it was thunder or rain, or heavy snow, Poria would visit him on time, but this time, the wind and sun were beautiful, but Poria Cocos never appeared...... (To be continued......)