Wan'er finally let go of Su Ming's hand, she lifted Su Ming's clothes, the wound on his abdomen had healed, but it still left an ugly dark brown scar.

The cracked wounds slowly healed, leaving scars one after another.

With every tremor of the muscles on his shoulders and arms, those scars writhed slightly on Su Ming's skin, like crawling insects, and like tangled thorns on the trunk of an old banyan tree.

In the candlelight, Su Ming's wound looked even more shocking.

Brown and yellow scars, although the slashes on his arms had begun to heal, but the dried blood stains were particularly glaring against the white skin, and there were several long scars on his arms.

When dawn had driven away the darkness in the hut, Wan'er gently stroked a terrible-looking wound on his forearm with her fingers.

Wan'er stretched out her hands, and the two scars cut out on Su Ming's body appeared in front of Wan'er's eyes, she stroked them with her own hands, and stretched out her fingers to caress the scars on his palms,

The scar had just crusted over, like two ugly black centipedes, diagonally between the tiger's mouth and the wrist, the scar was hard and a little prickly.

She knew that she could only do this, as long as he could live! Wan'er smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Half Immortal, thank you!"

It seems that everyone is like Wan'er, waiting for the future, no matter what they have now, they always feel that something more important will happen in the future.

Wan'er only realized at this moment that death was the most important thing.

Or everything that happens, everything that happens, happens in a way that is inherently created and must endure it.

Or maybe Wan'er happened in a way that she wasn't born with and was forced to endure it.

Then, if Wan'er had happened in the previous way, she would not complain, but would have endured it with the attitude that she was born to be created and endure it.

But if it happens in a later way, Wan'er doesn't complain about it, because she will disappear before it consumes herself.

In fact, Wan'er herself can't determine the meaning of her life, but she knows the result of life, and life eventually leads to death.

Then death may be the meaning of life, and it is in death that life will gain the greatest experience or lesson.

Hope is life, and at least, hope supports life to a large extent.

Maybe if you don't dream, you won't have a reason to live.

Maybe Wan'er has lived all her life and doesn't know why she is alive, but this is not a reason to give up her life easily.

But at this time, as long as Wan'er is for Su Ming to survive, even if she will lose his chance to be together in the future, even if Wan'er will never have him again in this life, as long as it is for him, Wan'er is willing to go!

Maybe Wan'er can't understand the meaning of "living", but Wan'er has paid too much for "living";

Maybe Wan'er can't realize her dream, but Wan'er has shed too many tears for her dream.

All Wan'er can do is to go further on this road, and never turn back.

Xiao Banxian knew that this would be the case, but when she saw Wan'er at this moment, she still had mixed feelings in her heart.

Mo Liunian has always felt that she is very indifferent to human feelings, but at this moment, her eyes were also covered with a layer of mist, and she slowly walked to Wan'er's side and squatted down.

Wan'er raised her hand tremblingly, held Mo Liunian's hand, and said with a smile and weakly: "Mr. Mo, this is my life, I have finally completed my mission, you should be happy for me." ”

All Wan'er wants to do in this life is to wait for this person to appear, and she doesn't have to care about the outcome.

If it is the will of God, it must be incomprehensible, if it is not the will of God, Wan'er has also done everything she wants to do, and she will live up to this life.

Mo Liunian held Wan'er's hand, tried to squeeze out an ugly smile, and nodded vigorously, through the layer of mist, Wan'er seemed to smile extraordinarily sweetly.

"Is it really you?" Wan'er's voice was as low as a dream, the corners of her lips hooked up a smile, and a tear fell down the corner of his eye.

Life is like a one-way street, how can there be years to turn back, the further you go, the more difficult it is to turn back, so goodbye.

Self-deceiving people will say that there are no regrets in this life, Wan'er actually understands in her heart, and there is no way to be calm.

The only thing Wan'er could do at this time was to look back and take a few more looks.

It's not too late, it's not too late.

While the story is still there, while you haven't gone far.

At this time, Wan'er leaned on Mo Liunian's arms, stretched out her hand to touch Su Ming's face, and before her fingers touched Su Ming, she closed her eyes forever with a smile and regret.

In the next moment, a strong white light flashed, stabbing Mo Liunian and Xiao Banxian couldn't open their eyes, and when the white light dissipated, a snow-white humanoid kite that was exactly the same as the one in the utility room was lying quietly on Mo Liunian's lap.

When Wan'er knew that she was waiting for a relationship that she didn't hope for, and maybe Wan'er didn't expect to get it,

It's just that luck has come to this point, everyone has to go to the stage to make an appearance, or the arrangement of fate, or something that can't be changed,

Wan'er just finished playing her role and left the curtain, that's all.

At the same time as Wan'er died, all the kites in the kite shop faded their color and turned as white as snow.

Wan'er left the world and returned to that eternal place.

Mo Liunian sighed, how short a person's life is, how regretful, how powerless, and how it is made by creation.

How can you go forward and succeed, and die without regret for those who cannot shirk and those who diligently seek it!

Wan'er has become a paper kite at this time, a very beautiful butterfly kite, very good at handwork, but very beautifully painted, just lying quietly on the ground.

Mo Liunian trembled and picked up the humanoid kite that had completely faded, carefully held it in his hand, and said in shock: "Wan'er, she is ......"

The little half-fairy said in a deep voice: "She is just a kite that has been injected with infatuation. ”

The cold moon floats, a breeze, evokes a faint past, a strong feeling, and a wisp of melancholy;

The years have passed, the dream has broken into smoke, Yixuan caresses the shadow of time, and the affection that turns ink into tears pours out his heart.

Loneliness is the tear stains left by longing, looking at the end of the world, but unable to get rid of the impermanence of the world, infatuation scattered all over the place, like a withered flower, into the dust, broken thoughts.

"Exquisite dice and red beans, I don't know if I am lovesick to the bones. “

In the arms of Lu Qi, the strings are flicked, the heart is fragrant, the heart is singing, the flowers are missing, the world is dusty, the Zen heart is in the air, the blue sea and the clouds, the thoughts are Yiyi, the love flows, and meeting him is a lifelong obsession.

If this encounter is destined to be a flash in the pan, then let it open this emotion to the end of the heart.

Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian cleaned up the bloodstains inside and outside the kite shop, packed up all the kites in the store, and accidentally found a codex, and the two of them knew everything.