Such words are recited in a warm voice by the same dust as light, and they are as beautiful as reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The heart of the painting is not untouched, for her, and the light and dust is the warmth at her fingertips, and it is rare that she really likes him.

It's just that she can't figure out whether this liking is because he is too much like Junyi.

"In fact, in the desperate situation of the bloody storm, I never expected anyone to come to the hero to save the beauty, but you are here. After a pause, she added, "Actually, he was here too, but then he left again." Therefore, I don't want you to overcome obstacles for me, I don't want you to accompany me to hell, I don't want you to become the next Junyi, it starts miserably and ends miserably. ”

Her voice was very gentle, and Guang Tongchen thought that she had rejected him tactfully, but he had no way to tell her that the person who came here had always been Junyi, and he had never left.

Just when he was about to be disheartened, he suddenly felt a tightness in his waist, and it was she who hugged him back, and looked at him with a smile, "I don't know how to chop wood to make a fire and scoop rice for cooking, so I want you not to stay up all night in the future, so that Qingchu and I will be hungry." ”

This sentence, plain and unpretentious, was remembered by him for many years, until she was gone, it was still the tenderness he hid in the deepest part of his heart.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he pressed his chin against her forehead, and replied in a hurry, "Okay." ”

Then, the kiss also fell with the heart, like the drizzle of early spring, dense, but soft.

In the lingering tenderness, the painting heart is curious again. She always felt that there seemed to be a strange magic in Heguang Tongchen, so that no matter what he did to her, she would be powerless to resist.

Compared to Shuyi, who always made her suffer from gains and losses, he could give her a long-lost peace of mind, and after he let go of her lightly, she gasped slightly and said, "I want to go back to Yaoling Village." ”

"Good. He Guang Tongchen let go of her, picked up the sleeping Qing Chu, and walked out side by side with her.

Raising his eyes, he was stabbed by the bright white sunlight outside the house, and his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly adapted to it after a while.

Tomorrow the light is pouring, and next to the beloved, she stands in the beautiful scenery on Cangwu Mountain, and still sighs inaudibly.

She didn't know what she was sighing about.

Maybe it's because when she holds the hand of Heguang Tongchen, she can't help but sigh in her heart: It wasn't him who accompanied her in the end!

"Don't you regret it, walk out with me from here, you will no longer be the Yaozun that everyone admires, and you will be a demon monk in the muddy waters of my demon girl. ”

"It's just a name. He lowered his eyes and smiled in the sun, "Compared to living on the altar and being admired, the poor monk prefers to be by your side, even if he dies." ”

Huaxin asked again, "You have the ambition of practicing medicine in the world and helping the common people, can you let it go?"

"The poor monk is not a Buddha, he has selfish intentions, he has selfish desires, his selfish desires are you, and the world does not treat you well, and the poor monks do not treat the world well, so let it go. ”

Huaxin was puzzled for a moment, always feeling that there was something wrong with Heguang Tongchen at this time, so she couldn't believe that it would be something that a taciturn Buddhist disciple could say, but she didn't say anything, and asked, "What about Qingge?"

"I never took it to heart, and I talked about letting it go. ”

With such an answer, Huaxin can't say whether she is satisfied or dissatisfied, maybe because it is too much to her heart, but it makes her feel unreal.

Without further questioning, she held his hand and smiled at him, "Let's go, go home!"