Allure Island is the land of fairies.

There is a fairy dew spring, and there is a god flower and sesame grass.

But she is afraid of hardship, tiredness, and boredom, and has no intention of cultivating immortals, and laughs secretly with the light, it turns out that her lazy nature is lazy to go into her bones when she is young.

Later, he followed her back to Qinglou.

He found that her building was the same as his, from the planning and layout to the materials used in the architecture, to the detailed layout and furnishings. It's just that there are many Qingcheng flowers and plants in the courtyard of her Qinglou, looking at it from afar, the wind blows the flowers and waves, smells carefully, and the dark fragrance is floating.

At his insistence, she arranged a separate room for him. It was the inner bedroom he arranged for her when they met again hundreds of thousands of years later.

From the front yard to the inner bedroom, carefully observing all the way, he had to sigh at the ingenuity of the word fate, the same building, today he is a guest in her house, and after tens of thousands of years, she has become his guest.

He finally understood why he had been having that strange dream after the Lotus Fire Tribulation had lost his memory, and there was nothing in the dream except an exquisite building.

He sat in that dream every day, and in the dream he looked up and down the inside and outside of the building alone, until the building was built on Qingyin Mountain, and the dream did not end.

He still remembers that when the plaque was finally put on the plaque, it was also the last time he dreamed of the building, in which he slowly walked through the pavilion through the sea of flowers from the building, and when he walked out of the red gate, he looked up and saw the inscription on it.

On both sides of the vermilion lacquer gate, there is also a line of words, the beauty of the Qing Ben is returned to the dust, and the building is high and sighs for life.

At a glance, the two lines of words can be seen to refer to the pen, and they have been engraved on the rocks on both sides of the mountain with deep internal force.

faintly resembles his handwriting.

But it is plain and has a little more feminine elegance.

Thinking of this, he specially turned back to the vermilion lacquer gate and looked outside, only to see a big red lantern hanging on both sides of the door, and the lantern was full of flowers, and there was no inscription.

When he first saw those two lines, he thought it was Qingge's grudge and dream, but now he knows. It turned out that the dream actually originated here.

It turned out that he had really been to the building.

He also met her here, and spent the shortest but best years of his life.

Because it is engraved, it is unforgettable.

Even if you lose your memory, you can't forget it.

He guessed that there was no inscription here now, probably because ...... She can't read Ding, look at her appearance, she hasn't read any books, don't say that she wrote such a poem, even if she recognizes all the fourteen words, I'm afraid it's not easy.

He was about to laugh, but he couldn't laugh at the fourteen words that came up in his heart.

Later, what happened later?

She will write such a miserable end of her life, as well as the regret and sadness of her life.

"Husband"

Suddenly, a pair of soft and delicate hands blindfolded him from behind him, pinched his throat and asked, "Guess who I am?"

He finally couldn't help laughing, it was just him and her, and he really didn't know what was going on in her head. He reached out and slowly covered the back of her hand, held her hand in the palm of his hand, turned to look at her and smiled like a spring flower, but he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Gently brushing the broken hair on her sideburns, he really wished she could smile like a flower like this for the rest of her life.

Even if he gives everything he has, he will not hesitate to do it.

It's just that even if he gives everything he has, she is destined to be injured, whether she falls in love with Junyi or him, she will be doomed.

The spring breeze brought warmth, sending a faint magnolia fragrance, she was stunned in his gentle smile, until he leaned over and hugged her back to the inner courtyard, she still only looked up at him stupidly.

He also looked down at her, and his shallow breath fell on her face, wet, warm and long.

The next few days were uneventful.

He copied Buddhist scriptures, and she was accompanied by her pink fingers and red clothes, grinding and pouring tea fragrance for him.

When she embroidered the wedding dress, he measured the red dress with his own hands, and threaded the needle and thread the mandarin ducks for her.

He taught her to read and hyphenate, watch the clouds in pairs, and quietly read the case files.

She had never studied ink, and the ink was like a long leg, and it often flew all over her hands and face, so he smiled and hugged her into his arms, and raised his finger to wipe her off little by little.

She has never made tea, either too hot or too cold, and she can't make the fragrance of tea, even if it is bitter, he always drinks all the full tea in one sip without disgust, like drinking elixir fairy dew.

She had never done embroidery work, and the needle did not seem to have long eyes, but always pierced her hand, piercing her delicate and tender fingertips with dense bloody holes, so he took off the wedding dress in her hand in distress and bandaged her wounds.

She had never held a pen, and the words she wrote were crooked like earthworms crawling, so he held her hand and took the trouble to teach one stroke at a time, each stroke was extremely gentle.

She didn't understand the world, so he silently revealed all the collections he had never forgotten, read them to her word by word, recited the history of the subset to teach her etiquette, righteousness and shame, painted Meilan Zhuju to teach her poetry and songs, played the pipa and taught her the industrial and commercial horn feathers, and taught her to hexagram the stars and hexagrams on gods and demons.

She never knew that he was such a knowledgeable person

The pen is like a god, pure and chic.

Raise your finger if you are in the fairy, and you can see the elegance when you start the string.

Her liking for him has gradually grown from a flirtatious little daughter to a mountain admiration, from his skin love for all beings to his talent to win the world, such a strong love is like a bone flower, since then, the love is deeply rooted and cannot be extricated.

During the day, I was afraid that he would feel distressed, and I was afraid that he would dislike her stupid, she always lit the lamp at night and secretly embroidered the wedding dress, her embroidery was not good, she always embroidered and dismantled, dismantled and embroidered, and again and again, and finally repaired a pair of golden mandarin ducks after three days.

The fiery red wedding dress burned like cinnabar burning into his heart.

She looked at him cautiously with her unembroidered wedding dress, blushing slightly, and his eyes reddened as he stroked the stitches and threads on the dress.

Everything she did for him, you can see it all.

Everything he did for her, without a trace.

Many words were hidden in his heart, and he did not dare to tell her, she was full of joy to be married every day, but he knew that this was destined to be an empty joy to be disappointed.

He didn't know when she would suddenly disappear from here and return to the real world, and from then on he would be alone in this ethereal space, enjoying eternal loneliness.

This parting, he and her, even if they miss each other day and night for 365 days a year, will eventually be seen again for thousands of years, year after year.

However, for a long life, in exchange for her short days together, he felt that it was enough, even if this dewy relationship that would eventually be separated would consume all the fate between them, and it would also consume his life, he felt that it was worth it.

Such a simple day is cherished by him every minute and second.