At this time, it is still early spring, and the pear blossoms in the courtyard are like snow.

Just like the endless heavy snow on Qingyin Mountain.

Under the pear tree, there is a person standing quietly, the monk is dressed in a snow shirt, and the snow-colored pear blossoms fall on his body, looking at it from a distance, it looks like a fairy in the painting.

After all, he still didn't want to wear that wedding dress.

The fiery red wedding dress flew like a wave of fire, and a line was a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered by her. Walking through the sea of flowers, she walked slowly, and a delicate spring begonia was depicted on her forehead.

"Is it pretty?" she asked him with a smile.

He Guang Tongchen looked at her, and in a trance remembered that when he said goodbye to him that day, he was also so red-clothed, and asked him with a smile: Is it good-looking?

The corners of his lips curled, and he smiled slightly, "It's beautiful." ”

She smiled happily and asked him, "Why don't you wear it?"

Dotingly tugging at her sideburns, he said softly, "My body, a pair of mandarin ducks, you are only half embroidered, and you are alone, unlucky." ”

"Yes, we were negligent. She looked at him in a snow-white plain dress and smiled a little reluctantly, "But ...... If you weren't in a hurry to leave, I would have been able to finish this dress. ”

He took her hand, carefully rubbed the fine wounds on her fingertips, and asked her, "It's me who is not good, I have failed you, does it still hurt?"

She lowered her head slightly, sucked her sour nose, and said perfunctorily, "It doesn't hurt." ”

Seeing her gloomy expression, he was speechless to persuade her, so he had to brush the falling flowers on her shoulders distressedly, but she held his hand and smiled softly, "Don't move, the pear blossoms are like snow, and the hair is white, you stand like this, accompany me for a while, and you can be regarded as spending time with me from green silk to whitehead." ”

The thin voice told a helpless request, and his heart was sour.

"Good. His throat choked.

Her eyes were sore, she raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes, she couldn't help but step forward and hugged him tightly, and asked lightly, "Since you are determined to leave, can you give me a child?" 170,000 years is too long, I am so lonely without you, I want to have a child, accompany me and wait for you. ”

His heart moved, and he turned a thousand times.

He didn't want to have a child with "her" so that she wouldn't forget him and he wouldn't miss her.

But she won't have children.

"This is a fantasy. He sighed lowly, "You can't take everything out of here, not even the child in your belly......"

"I see......" she muttered in a low voice, stunned.

Suddenly, she noticed that her palm had become transparent, transparent enough to pass straight through his body, she was suddenly startled, raised her hand in front of him, and muttered, "Am I going to die, you know, I am really sad to die at the thought of you leaving me......"

"You won't die, you won't ......" Time was really running out, he was anxious, but he still comforted her gently, "You just have to go back to the real world." ”

She was stunned and silent.

"Xin'er, let me go. He hugged her and sighed, "I promise you, as long as you don't forget me, if you come to me in 170,000 years, I will marry you." ”

She deliberately couldn't hear the "heart" he called, and asked him on her back, "A word is a decision?"

"It's a deal. He swore to her.

He thought that this sentence was just a long forgetfulness for "Painting the Heart", but he didn't know that it had later become a 170,000-year-old dry in the Qing Dynasty.

"Okay, I'll let you go. She seemed to have finally mustered up her courage, "What do you want? ”

He suddenly choked in his throat and couldn't say a word.

His eyes were swollen red with the pain he endured.

Although she smiled, the tears couldn't stop falling, and she broke the silence while wiping, "Look at me, these tears flowed from morning to night, and they didn't help you break the formation, it's definitely not a lover's tear, that's a beauty's heart, or ...... Will you try to rip out my heart?"

Heart-wrenching?

It's so cruel, how can he do it!

Swirling mist, fluttering flowers.

The wedding dress is like fire, and the monk's clothes are like snow.

Thousands of threads weave the brilliant red glow ten zhang, thousands of needles and threads embroidered into a pair of loving mandarin ducks, into the eyes of a hundred flowers vertically and horizontally, Yiren is red, she stands quietly in front of his eyes, such as the waterfall of the green silk hanging down the waist, the evening breeze blows, pick up a place to fall flowers, pick up three thousand flowers, pick up ten zhang red dust.

"What, you feel sorry for me?" she smiled at him, and suddenly pulled out a delicate and small sharp knife from her cuff and stabbed it straight into the heart, "In this way, you can't forget me......

There was no imaginary pain that pierced her heart and bones, the tip of the knife was against her heart, and even the wedding dress had not been cut, and he had grasped it. Bright red blood dripped down his jade-like fingertips, dripping on his snow-colored sleeve robe, which was more scarlet and burning than the wedding dress on her body.

"You can't bear me. She smiled, her eyebrows fluttering, bright and moving.

He snatched her knife down, "In the illusion, everything is fake, but death is real." If you die here, you are truly dead, and your soul is dead. ”

"What if...... I'm not your heart......" she cautiously probed, "will you come to your rescue?"

"Yes. He replied categorically.

"Why?" she looked at him, "don't you want to break the formation, aren't you in a hurry to go out and save 'me'?"

"If I can't save you, I'll die with you, but I won't sacrifice innocent lives. ”

He didn't speak in a hurry, but it was enough to make her blush-faced and unable to raise her head. She didn't think she was making trouble unreasonably, but she couldn't help but be embarrassed, she really shouldn't be too childlike, and ignore his benevolence and morality.

She has always been pampered and willful, but as if blessed to the soul, she suddenly understood the difference between her and the painting heart in his eyes.

Before, she only thought that he was a desperate lover monk, but now that she thinks about it, when he taught her to read and hyphenate, although sometimes he would read her a few lingering and sympathetic poems, most of the time he talked about the morality of the world and Zen to wash her heart.

Therefore, she suddenly had an epiphany that he had a broad heart and embraced the whole world, and the woman who could make him give up the world and be desperate could only be the Nine Shadows Goddess Painting Heart who was comparable to the world.

Therefore, if she wants to win his heart, she must first become a god like the painting heart, caring for the common people and blessing all the people.

It seemed that she had grown a lot in an instant, and the unwillingness and jealousy in her heart suddenly dissipated.

Slowly took out a string of Buddhist beads from the cuffs, it was the string she snatched from him when she first saw Heguang Tongchen that day, she held the Buddhist beads, presented them to him with both hands, endured the reluctance of her heart, and said with a sad smile:

"This one is back to you, I am willing to let you go, I will use 170,000 years to become the appearance you like, I want to reunite with you at the most beautiful time, let you fall in love at first sight. When the time comes, I'll carve you a string of better-looking ones. I...... I'm going to look for you, and don't forget today's covenant. ”