Ge Shuyun let go of Zhao He's hand and quickly waded through the water and ran towards the opposite bank.

Even though his clothes were soaked, blown by the cold wind, and even colder, he still gritted his teeth and crawled ashore to look for among the flowers.

"White... White··· White··· How are they all... White?" Brother Shuyun collapsed.

The whole person was paralyzed, and it seemed that he had lost his last faith.

At this time, Ge Shuyun looked like an empty shell.

Her soul had been drained.

God played a big joke on her, there are hundreds of snow hidden flowers blooming in the valley, but none of them are red.

Maybe there are no red snow flowers in this world?

Mr. Li also showed a desperate glow, but he was different from Ge Shuyun.

There was also despair in his eyes, but at the same time there was malice and resentment.

Zhao He climbed ashore with Mr. Li on his back, looking at the white flowers everywhere, Zhao He finally made a decision.

He wants to tell the truth, and then leave everything to Ge Shuyun to decide for himself.

But before he could speak, a head suddenly poked out from behind him.

A mouthful of steel teeth bit down Zhao He's throat.

Zhao He is a ghost, but this does not mean that he has a body that is not bad, his body is very close to a person, and many people have characteristics and shortcomings, he has. And although Mr. Li had his limbs cut off and his tongue pulled out, he still had cultivation in his body, and he was not really powerless.

Biting through Zhao He's throat, hot blood spilled onto the ground, dyeing a snow hidden flower red.

Visible to the naked eye, the snow hidden flower absorbed Zhao He's blood and became bright red like fire.

The original coldness seems to have become excited and lively in an instant.

The delicate red snow flower does have a beauty that is different from the white snow flower.

Ge Shuyun also saw the red snow hidden flower, and at the same time saw Mr. Li who bit Zhao He's throat and bit his entire throat.

"Red flowers!"

"Sir, you are so knowledgeable that you know that blood feeding can turn white snow flowers red. ”

Ge Shuyun's two sentences were really like a fatal arrow, piercing Zhao He's heart.

Zhao He threw his head up in the hot spring, blood continued to ooze down the wound, staining half of the hot spring.

Ge Shuyun carefully picked up Mr. Li, and then dug out the red snow hidden flower and put it in his arms.

Looking at the red-dyed hot spring pool, Ge Shuyun shook his head with some regret and said, "It's a pity, my throat is all bitten, I'm afraid I won't survive." Zhao He, in this life, the two of us are sorry for you, and this kindness can only be repaid in the next life. ”

She didn't even jump into the hot spring to confirm if Zhao He really had the desire to die.

She never remembered who Zhao He was, and she had long forgotten the promise she had made under the tree.

Some conventions, always.

One is remembered in the heart and will never be forgotten, but the other has long been discarded in the wind and passed away with the wind.

Ge Shuyun carried Mr. Li on her back, took firm steps, and resolutely walked out of the warm valley, and her strong back gradually disappeared into the depths of the mist.

Zhao He, who was lying in the pool, was sinking.

He's back to a certain state long ago.

He seemed to be alive and as if he were dead.

He can still hear the voices of the world vaguely, but he is isolated from the world, unable to intervene, unable to participate, unable to choose.

In the blur, he felt as if he had returned to the past, to that afternoon more than ten years ago, when the sun shone on the small tree above his head, passing down the leaves and trunks to him, but he could not really feel any temperature.

"If you are a good person, then you can talk to me, ride horses with me, sing together, watch the scenery at the end of the Great Gobi together, and go to the Great Snow Mountain to find beautiful snow hidden flowers together... Zhao He recalled that day, the brother Shuyun, who was only in his early tens, stood beside him and said the words to him.

It was that kind of sentence that pulled him out of the lonely, isolated, and cold world.

He silently made an appointment with her.

He promised her that he would become a man, riding and singing with her, and seeing all the beautiful scenery in the world.

He seems to have fulfilled half of this promise.

He saw the snow hidden flower with her, and dyed one red with his own blood...

"Should I be satisfied, should I rest in peace?" Zhao He's soul was becoming more and more scattered, and the spiritual brilliance was collapsing.

I don't know how long it took, but faintly, he seemed to hear a special singing voice coming from the top of the highest mountain in the distant Great Snow Mountain.

"The bright red flowers are swaying, the beloved swaying, the beloved dyed red cheeks, feeling shy. ”

"The white flowers sway, swaying with their heads bowed, not loved, and shy. ”

"That person is just, if he is born with a love for bright red flowers, that is enough, whether it is a loved flower or a flower that is not loved, it will bloom in a spring and will not change. ”

Zhao He's scattered spirit paused slightly, and suddenly condensed a few points.

He suddenly wanted to finish the song.

"Are you loved or not?"

The singing continues, and there is old age and liveliness in the voice, as if singing and confessing.

That kind of complex emotion, even Zhao He, can't understand all of them thoroughly. He just felt that the voice was full of stories.

"Red flowers will wither, but unfortunately they will also wither, and the next spring will be the next spring, looking forward to it. ”

"The white flowers will wither, and before they know it, they will wither, and they will disappear into the distance by the wind. ”

"That person just can't forget the red flowers, even if that's it, whether the flowers that are loved or the flowers that aren't loved, they bloom in a spring and don't change. ”

Zhao He suddenly felt the temperature of the hot spring again, and felt the sound of the wind blowing through the valley.

For an inexplicable moment, he suddenly felt let go, and his heart was quiet.

It's like suddenly building a pure land.

In the pure land, small shoots break through the soil and regenerate.

She wasn't sorry for me, she hadn't forgotten me. It's just... Like others. ”

"She can't see me, she doesn't feel my sadness, just because she doesn't love me. ”

This seems to be a very clear and simple truth.

But at this moment, Zhao He suddenly had a big understanding.

The water swayed, and Zhao He emerged from the bottom of the hot spring.

He became quiet and silent, like a deep pool, an ancient well.

The wind and smoke dissipated, and the eagle fell, turning into a monkey-headed monk with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth.

"Third Senior Brother, do you understand now?" the Monkey King asked at Zhao He.

Zhao He said: "I don't understand it very well, but... It is precisely because I don't understand that I have to follow the master. ”

"Senior brother, take me to see Master!" Zhao He said in his heart. At this moment, let go of your arms.

When there was no longer only Ge Shuyun in his heart, he naturally understood what Tang Seng meant.

The Monkey King said three junior brothers, and said everything.