That day, Ziyue exchanged her life for Ning Shan's life, and Ning Shan gave birth to a baby boy after waking up, but she no longer had the joy of being a mother, and on the day her child was born, Gu Fu wore white and filial piety to commemorate Ziyue's death.

It was as if the curse had spread again. More than ten years ago, Ziyue was born in a state of sorrow, and now, Ning Shan's child has suffered the same fate.

Ning Shan had just finished giving birth, and despite her weak body, she threw herself down in front of Ziyue's spiritual seat, crying hoarsely, "You hateful woman, why do you want to exchange my life? You want me to pay off the debt you can't pay? I know I'm wrong...... I'm sorry...... Sister ......"

She hugged the spiritual position and cried hysterically, Gu Lin'an looked at her coldly, and waved her hand to take her down.

Gu Lin'an has never set foot in Ning Shan's residence again, and he has never looked at their children, Ning Shan, who is without Gu Lin'an, is getting thinner and thinner, and secretly weeps every day when she watches Gu Lin'an walk into Ziyue's mourning hall. All the flowers in the Gu Mansion were plucked, and all of them were planted with wisteria flowers, as if they were being sacrificed to someone who had passed away and would never come back.

When Gong Qianzhu asked her to ask for the blood of the contract, Ning Shan just cried haggardly and said quietly, "At the beginning, I thought that I could always have the things that I robbed Ziyue, but later I found out that the things I owed to others had to be repaid after all." ”

Gong Qianzhu inexplicably remembered Miss Chen in Jiangcheng, and suddenly lost her mind for a moment.

Before leaving Yangzhou City, she went to find Gu Lin'an again.

Gu Lin'an went to Ziyue's tomb, although Ziyue's death was a complete death from spirit to body, but because she missed Ziyue too much, Gu Lin'an built a clothed mound for her here.

That large piece of land was bought by Gu Lin'an, just to bury the girl who had passed away, but would live forever in his heart, he buried Gu Lingchuan next to Ziyue's clothed mound, he knew that Gu Lingchuan had a deep love for Ziyue, maybe what he paid for Ziyue was far less than what Gu Lingchuan did.

It was an overgrown place, with a lot of dead leaves covering the tomb, and the sound of feet crumbling when they stepped on it, and the air spread with a desolation that did not belong to the season full of life in summer, and there was a smell of empty and desolate as if it were a world away.

The two tombstones are close together, and the only bright color in the desolate cemetery is the wisteria flowers that have just been planted next to the tombstones, small purple petals, flying in the wind around the two tombstones next to each other, beautiful but desolate.

Gong Qianzhu saw Gu Lin'an leaning on one of the tombstones at a glance.

He seemed to be a lot haggard, but in just a few days, he seemed to be twenty years old, with gorgeous hair between his temples and the stubble on his chin, which made it impossible to imagine that this man was no more than ten years old.

He rested his head lightly on Ziyue's tombstone and burst into tears.

Wisteria flowers fluttered quietly in the air, surrounding him in place of the deceased person, like a rain of flowers and tears that fell from someone.

Gong Qianzhu sighed silently, and slowly left on the large area of overgrown land, as for what to find Gu Lin'an for or to say, it seems that it is no longer necessary. With the passing of Ziyue, Gu Lin'an's heart also died.

She finally understood Ziyue's intention to do all this, she finally hated Gu Lin'an, hated it to the extreme, so she exchanged her life for Ning Shan's life, the purpose was to let Gu Lin'an watch her resurrected and reborn wife, she would remember that her rebirth was exchanged for the life of his beloved, and she felt pain and guilt day and night.

When a person hates another person to what extent, he will punish that person in a way that hurts himself?

Suddenly, new shoots sprouted from among the dead trees in front of me, and snow-white flowers bloomed beautifully among the branches, as if a fine snow had fallen. Gong Qianzhu loved it tightly, and reached out to pick the next one.

- "This flower blooms so well, why did the girl break it off?"

Suddenly a woman's faint voice sounded behind her, with a slight desolation, faint and ethereal echo, as if from another distant world.

Gong Qianzhu was stunned for a moment, and stood there still.

The voice behind him continued, as if muttering, as if accusing the flower picker of selfishness.

- "Isn't it nice to open like this?"

Gong Qianzhu turned around and saw that among the large weeds, the girl in the smoky purple dress was standing under the dazzling sun's rays, perhaps too dazzling to see her face blurred in the sun's rays, only to see the smile on her lips, with a little sadness.

Gong Qianzhu suddenly smiled, "What the girl said is that the flowers bloom just right, and they shouldn't be destroyed by hand." ”

Ziyue seemed to smile too, the two looked at each other quietly, the smile on Gong Qianzhu's lips suddenly faded, she looked at Ziyue's illusory figure, and said quietly, "Ziyue, go all the way." ”

Ziyue smiled brightly, refracting incomparable beauty in the sun's rays. Her smoky purple figure gradually became transparent and illusory, shattered into lilac stars and drifted into the distance.

Ziyue, now you should go to a far, far away place, the beautiful little brother who planted wisteria flowers with you when he was a child, is he still with you?

Gong Qianzhu smiled shallowly, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a person slowly walking in the distance, wrapped in green clothes, his face blurred in the sun, illusory as if it were a transparent star. He held out his hand to her, and his smile gathered all the warm sunlight in the world.

"Bamboo, let's go home. ”

She smiled in surprise, "Changyuan, how did you come here?"

Sima Changyuan walked up to her and smiled gently, and in an instant, the world was discolored, "Have you forgotten? I said that I would come back to you." ”

Gong Qianzhu smiled softly, put his hand in his palm, and left this land full of sadness and desolation with him.

The two of them left together with their fingers interlocked, and they were cast into a beautiful landscape in the bright sunshine.

Only the man who slept in front of the tombstone was quietly buried in the wisteria flowers floating in the sky.

(Yangzhou Month•End)

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