It was rainy.

In a small town untouched by the flames of war.

Tang Ling sat alone under the eaves of a certain place.

Although he no longer uses a mask to hide his appearance, but after many years of locking his heart, his indifference to everything in the world has long since turned into indifference, and now he is a little more haggard than possible.

Alone in the rain, the century-old legend of the King of Wind and Cloud was confused, ignoring that his clothes were quietly soaked silently. Only holding a pastry in his hand, occasionally picking up a piece with two fingers, and putting it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing, there is no fluctuation in taste at all.

"You can't forget her, so you still didn't accept Yan Ling last night. ”

A cold voice came from behind Tang Ling.

Tang Ling didn't look back: "It's impossible for me to forget her, but this has nothing to do with whether I accept Yan Ling or not." ”

"That's my gaffe. Jiutian said with sarcasm, "If there was no Yun'er back then, you would have been just the King of Wind and Cloud in the eyes of mortals, there would be no later wind chill, there would be no Shadow Hall, and your child would not have been born when the soldiers were in the city, and the sea of blood might have already become a ruin—they would have been lifeless under the attack of the underworld and Qixia Castle." ”

"Perhaps. Tang Ling picked up another piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.

Tang Ling's indifference seemed to have brought some kind of shock to Jiutian. She has always been cold, she gritted her teeth at this moment, and her face showed a little resentment, and then, an inexplicable heart-wrenching feeling poured out.

Even so, she struggled to keep herself cold.

"I often wonder, if you didn't meet Yun'er back then, but Yanling or me, would it be different now?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but what's the point of that assumption?"

"But I'm going to be obsessed with it. Jiutian sat beside Tang Ling, "Every time, every time, I will think, if you met me back then, would you spoil me like a spoiled Yun'er, would you be happy and sad for me, would you be worried about me." ”

"What if, who knows?"

Tang Ling wanted to speak again, only to feel that his shoulders were sinking, and his snow-white hair was leaning on it, and his perennial indifferent voice was now obsessed: "Indeed, it's just an assumption." ”

Tang Ling wanted to speak, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by what should have been cold words.

"Today, even if it's only now, please let me pretend to be Yun'er for a while. ”

Hearing a slight choked up, Tang Ling was about to respond, but a plea followed.

"I beg you. ”

"Alas. ”

Listening to Tang Ling's long sigh, Jiutian inexplicably felt a burst of pathos.

Immediately, she felt a sinking of her shoulders, and then a wave of warmth came from her heart.

Thousands of words, just a simple action, have been dissipated in the rain.

On the cold and pretty face, there was a sweetness that had never been shown before, and a thought had flowed through my heart.

Even if it's just for a while, even if it's just self-deception, this situation has been long-awaited after all.

If it's a dream, can you make it a little longer?

Time passes, and I don't know how much it is. Jiutian still maintained a posture of leaning, Tang Ling did not move, and the two of them let the light rain hit them, like a 10,000-year-old sculpture, accepting the tempering of time.

Finally, Tang Ling spoke, and there was still a bit of unnaturalness in her words: "Before leaving, I want to go back to Burial Cloud Valley first." ”

"Hmm. Jiutian let out a gentle answer, but sighed secretly in his heart.

The time has finally come. Dreams, it's time to wake up.

Putting away the pastries that had been wet by the rain, Tang Ling stood up and turned in that direction.

Buried in the Valley of the Clouds.

Jiutian did not enter it, after all, Yun'er will always be the only one by her side, and there should only be Tang Ling.

Sitting next to Yun'er, Tang Ling let out a long sigh of relief: "Yun'er, I've come to see you." ”

The figure in the ice coffin seemed to show his familiar mischievous smile, as if he was about to jump up and pounce into Tang Ling's arms in the next moment.

Why are you here now, you big villain? I miss you so much!

"I ...... Miss you too. Tang Ling put down the pastry in his arms, "I bought you pastries, but I ate some." ”

Hmph, I knew you were going to steal it.

"Our child has been born, I named him Ling Yao, Yan Ling should take good care of him, and Ling Xiao, I think he will also take good care of this younger brother. ”

It's a pity that I can't see Ling Yao again, as for Ling Xiao...... Isn't it very much like you?

"Ling Xiao, she looks very much like me, and her personality is ...... Like you. ”

Ha, I knew that.

One by one, only the monotonous male voice echoed in the Valley of the Buried Clouds. The gentleness on Tang Ling's face became more and more intense, and loneliness inevitably permeated as the conversation progressed.

So what are you going to do next?

"There is one last thing," Tang Ling paused, "When this matter is resolved, I can be by your side." Wait for me, can you?"

In the ice coffin, there was no response.

Before Tang Ling sat quietly in the ice coffin, he didn't say anything more.

is just self-comforting self-talk, after all, it can't completely fill the vacancy in your heart.

It's been a long time.

Tang Ling sighed, stretched out his thin palm, and caressed the pretty face that had touched the thoughts in his heart through Yan Bing, and the last trace of tenderness emerged: "I'm leaving, wait for me." ”

Big Baddies......

"Huh?"

You...... Just a fool!

"Perhaps, but I'm willing to see you again. Tang Ling was shocked, and then spread his arms and pressed himself against the ice coffin.

"They...... It's not you after all. ”

Outside the valley.

"After all, I can't take your place, and I can't fill the gap in his heart. Why, though we are derived from the same spirit, is he only looking at you, and I am not even a simple substitute for him?"

The extravagant hopes have been exhausted, choked with melancholy. Jiutian was powerless to lean on the stone wall behind him, a pair of pretty eyes were closed, and tears had long since disappeared.

"Can his smile and sadness be for me, even if it's just once?"

Speechless, silent, at this moment, there was only meaningless extravagance left in Jiutian's heart.

An imperceptible breeze blew.

I don't know when, Tang Ling has slowly walked to the side of the white-haired delicate body.

Before Jiutian opened his eyes, he had already spat out a sentence: "Thank you, I'm sorry." ”

"You-"

Jiutian opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly, there was a powerful suction force in the Burial Cloud Valley, which was about to suck her into it! In surprise, she didn't even freeze her body in time, but turned the words in her heart into a sad and indignant question: "Tang Ling, what are you going to do?"

"The rest of the road is for me to walk alone, so you can stay here and wait for the dust to settle. ”

Leaving this sentence, Tang Ling no longer looked at Jiutian, who was still struggling in vain, and turned around and walked forward.

Seeing the thin figure gradually moving away, Jiutian's voice was stunned, but he still didn't stop asking in his mouth: "Why can't I accompany you through the last mile?"

In the next moment, she was swept into the valley, and the ice condensed from the void, completely freezing the entire Burial Cloud Valley.