You Huaijun raised his hand to caress her waterfall-like green silk, and his eyes were full of warmth.

Everyone is quiet and cold, but only Qingge knows that the tenderness in his bones is never easy to show.

You Huaijun took her out of his arms, put his fingers on her cheek, and comforted, "Now everything is back to the way it was, and it will get better and better in the future!"

Qingge nodded happily when she heard this, the obsession she had hidden in her heart for so many years was finally over.

"Master, can you discuss with the Heavenly Monarch and avoid the punishment of three days of confinement. ”

Suddenly, when she mentioned the silence, Youhuaijun's figure trembled imperceptibly, so that Qingge, who was immersed in joy, did not notice it.

"You know that I never ask about the Nine Heavens, let alone that it's only been three days.

Isn't Qingge worried in his heart, and he can't even wait for these three days?"

Qingge had never heard such ridicule from Youhuaijun, and a ball of pink climbed on his face.

"No, Master, don't entertain the apprentices.

Master, do you want to go back to your career? Senior Brother Chengze, he has risen through the tribulation, and he ...... He's dead. Now Chao is a disciple of Senior Brother Chengze in charge of Xianmen. ”

"No, I'm a resurrected person now, and I'm no longer a god born to be a god.

It's time for this immortal path to be handed over to the younger generation, and in the future, I will accompany Qingge to live in the Foggy Cloud Mountain!"

Qingge was overjoyed and took his arm.

"Well, it's okay, when the silence returns, we will live in seclusion in this mountain together!"

Time flies, twilight comes.

Three years have passed in the world, but the silence has never been seen.

Qingge sat on the top of the mountain in the past, looking up at the blue sky, and never looked down for a moment.

However, the figure she missed never appeared after all.

Youhuaijun stood not far away, looking at her who was getting thinner, and the pity in his eyes was indescribable.

After a while, he walked up to her with a plate of peach blossom cake and a jar of peach blossom drunk.

"Still waiting for silence?"

Qingge smiled bitterly when he saw the thing in his hand.

Ever since they settled in Wuyun Mountain, Youhuaijun bought a few peach trees from the town.

When the flowers bloomed, Qingge used peach blossoms to make pastries and make wine, just to wait for the day when the silence returned.

"Master, three years ago, I had a dream that I said that he was going to marry the wind god, and I ......"

You Huaijun sat down beside her and patted her on the shoulder.

"Dreams can't be taken seriously. Maybe he has something to delay, not necessarily. ”

However, Qingge disagreed.

She had been with Silent for so long, and she knew that no matter what happened, she couldn't stop him from coming back to her. How could it be delayed for so long?

In the past three years, she has been physically and mentally exhausted. I don't know how much time I have left to live, and I don't know if I can wait for him to return.

You Huaijun drunk the peach blossoms into two white jade cups and handed one of them to her.

"Today's spring breeze is just right, why don't you have a drink with me?"

Qingge took the cup in his hand and stared at the peachy wine inside, missing the man who broke his promise.

She raised her head and drank the wine, the cool wine running down her throat and into her belly, but with an indescribable sourness.

She reached out and pinched a piece of peach blossom cake from her plate and put it in her mouth. It melts in the mouth and is unusually sweet.

......

It is said that there is no time in the mountains, but even though Qingge carved scratches on that stone, he never waited for the silence.

Now that she is getting older, her fingers holding the peach blossom cake are trembling slightly, and her other hand is caressing the stone full of traces.

"Big liar, didn't you say that the Heavenly Monarch had locked you up for three days, why didn't you come back after so long?

If you don't come back, you'll never see me again!"

She sobbed softly, choked up.

The peach blossom cake was crushed in her hand, and the sweet cake foam was scattered in the wind, and I don't know where it was buried at the end of the world.

Every time she sat on the top of the mountain in a daze, Youhuaijun would be guarding not far away, with a familiar enthusiasm in her eyes, but she didn't say anything to her.

Depressed, Qingge coughed up a mouthful of blood next to the stone.

Youhuaijun stepped forward quickly, took her into his arms, and the hand that held her kept rubbing against her shoulder.

Qingge looked at the hand that kept rubbing, and then looked up at him, and a crystal immediately flashed in his eyes.

"Why lie to me?"

You Huaijun looked at her questioning eyes, and his tone was a little evasive.

"What is Emgee talking about?"

Qingge grabbed his sleeve tightly and asked again, "Why did you lie to me!"

Youhuaijun's lips opened lightly, not knowing how to speak.

"You're silent! Why are you lying to me? After so many years, every time you see me waiting here, don't you feel heartache?"

At this moment, he could no longer hide it, regained his appearance, and held her tightly in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I originally wanted to refine my Yuan Shen and resurrect Youhuaijun, but in the umbrella of the afterlife, he told me that he was born at the mandate of heaven, and he died because of the mandate of heaven, so he should not exist in the world.

I don't want you to live in guilt, so I came up with this way to accompany you for the rest of your life. ”

"So, you can't bear to let me taste the taste of waiting every day, right?"

Qingge scolded angrily, and the blinding bright red dripped onto the snow-blue robe of the Silence.

Silence put one hand around her, the other on her chin, her eyes full of grief.

He knew that she was running out of oil, so he hugged her tighter, as if he thought that this would preserve her dying life.

A drop of coolness fell on Qingge's cheek.

She squeezed his hand and said, "Don't cry!"

"I didn't cry, I just got too much wind and sand. ”

"Oh, don't cry! I'm not dead, I'm just living in another way, and when the flowers are full of flowers, we'll meet again.

Wait for me, I'll definitely come to you!"

She comforted him with what he had said, and wept silently.

"Okay, I'll wait for you! I'll be waiting for you with this mountain full of flowers!"

The hand that held him fell on the Silent Leg. The two lines of crystal slid down, and they didn't hear a soft call from the person in their arms.

......

Walking through the warm mountains and forests, crossing the clear water, have you ever seen a young man in plain clothes holding an umbrella with picturesque eyebrows?

The song of the emperor, who was known as the scourge of the evil fairy road in the world, died, and many gongs and drums in the city were noisy and lively that day.

The most common thing that many people say is that they deserve it and are happy.

Wenling's tide life lit the everlasting lanterns all over the mountain, and the moon-white robe reflected the entire night sky.

Under the tree of the Lingfeng Terrace in the cool Windy Pavilion, the man finally remembered their first encounter.

The Dusk Immortal Sky Cloud City in Lincang was covered with white satin, and the man in the blue robe in the room held his wine glass high as a tribute.

Xunyang's peach blossom ferry. The peach blossoms fell in the wind, and the man in Tsing Yi under the tree held a wine jug in one hand and hung down at his side with the other. Holding the white jade cherry blossom sword pendant in his hand, his eyes were slightly red.

A young girl in the clear stream of Suixi was crying silently, and on the table in front of her, there was a string of crystal clear sugar gourds.

The Immortal Capital, which had been silent for thousands of years, could no longer see the man in a snow-blue robe, whose eyebrows seemed to soften the fairy aura and demonic energy.

On the road of this world, there is no longer a red and glamorous fire.

Since then, a young man in plain clothes and holding an umbrella has appeared, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, mountains and mountains, just waiting for the reunion in the next life.

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