The sun is red in the sky, the sun is shining on the earth, and the breeze is rustling in the forest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info In the tomb of the living dead, Zhao Zhijing had already identified his conjecture in his heart, and then a trace of bitterness appeared on his face, not knowing what he should do at this time. For Li Mochou and Lin Ruohua, how should they be treated.

Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing has no clue in his heart, but this is not the time for him to escape, there is no place to escape from this matter, he has his own responsibility, and he should take his own responsibility. Immediately, Zhao Zhijing restrained the bitterness on his face, a smile appeared on his face, and even those eyes were still calm, as if this one thing had no effect on him at the moment, if it weren't for the bitterness on his face before, it would be as if this one thing didn't exist.

In the stone room, Zhao Zhijing sat in front of the bed, looking at Lin Ruohua who was sleeping at this time, with a touch of tenderness on his face. Looking at this beautiful face in front of me, it seems that the long river of time has not left a trace on it. Immediately, Zhao Zhijing stood up from the stone bench and kissed Lin Ruohua's white forehead lightly.

Lin Ruohua, who was asleep, felt a slight feeling of warmth on his forehead, and slowly woke up from his sleep, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and suddenly a familiar face came into his eyes, every time he recalled in his heart was so familiar, but this time it appeared in front of his eyes, and even his eyebrows were so familiar. Thinking of the warmth on his forehead, Lin Ruohua's face suddenly flushed with two blushes.

Seeing the blush on Lin Ruohua's face and the wetness in those bright eyes, Zhao Zhijing did not feel the slightest embarrassment. I saw a slight smile on his face, and said, "Wake up! I'm hungry! Come and taste the medicinal porridge I made with my own hands." Zhao Zhijing, who had finished speaking, picked up a porcelain bowl from the stone table on the side, and there was a trace of mist rising at this time.

In the stone room, Zhao Zhijing gently blew a few breaths on each spoonful of medicinal porridge, feeling the temperature of the medicinal porridge, and then fed it to Lin Ruohua. At this moment, Lin Ruohua's eyes were filled with wisps of mist, and after a while, his eyes became moist, and the tears were about to seep out of his eyes.

At this time, she didn't feel the medicinal porridge in her mouth at all, but she felt a warm breath in her heart, how good it would be if the person in front of her had been treating her like this. Thinking that he was Li Mochou's master at this time, wisps of bitterness suddenly appeared in the sweetness of his heart, and suddenly the tears in his eyes rolled down and smashed on the quilt on his body, and tears appeared on the quilt.

Immediately, Zhao Zhijing put down the porcelain bowl containing the medicinal porridge in his hand, hurriedly wiped away the tears dripping from his eyes, and said with a slight smile: "It's all so old and crying, it's not good if you let Nian'er see it." ”

Lin Ruohua, who stopped the tears in his eyes, looked at Zhao Zhijing in front of him and said slowly, "Do you know?"

"Hmm!" Zhao Zhijing, who heard Lin Ruohua's words, nodded slightly, and then continued: "I know everything about Nian'er, I have worked hard for you all these years." After saying that, he suddenly laughed and said: "In the future, Nian'er and you will be my closest family, so don't be afraid of me in the future." Maybe it was because of the ease in Zhao Zhijing's words, or because Lin Ruohua was hiding himself in his heart at this time, and a smile appeared on his face.

More than ten days later, there is still a red sun in the sky, but at this time, Zhao Zhijing still feels a trace of coldness, invading his body, and Zhao Zhijing, who is domineering, still has a trace of guilt in his heart. Perhaps everyone from later generations is grateful to the rules of this era, and the world has an extraordinary deviation from the status of men and women.

But for everyone from the afterlife, when the facts come to them, there is always a trace of discomfort, and there will always be a trace of guilt in their hearts, reminding themselves that they have not fully integrated into this world.

In the forest, Li Mochou on the side sat quietly beside Lin Ruohua, looking at the master in front of him, Lin Ruohua, who was no longer a master at this time, Li Mochou's face showed a smile, but the corner of his eyes swept away, and suddenly Zhao Zhijing only felt that Li Mochou's gaze at him at this time was like a sharp sword. This sharp sword was not slashed at his body, but pierced in his heart, and suddenly a trace of bitterness appeared in Zhao Zhijing's eyes. He was domineering, but he also encountered something that made it difficult for him.

Just when Zhao Zhijing's heart was filled with a trace of bitterness, he saw a small figure running quickly in front of him. Suddenly, the trace of bitterness in Zhao Zhijing's heart had disappeared without a trace, and Lin Nian in front of him was like a red sun, sweeping away the wisps of dark clouds in his heart, without a trace.

With a cheerful smile on his face, Zhao Zhijing suddenly stood up from the ground, and after a few steps, he was about to come to Lin Nian's side, and in Lin Nian's cheerful laughter, he picked him up, and the forest was full of laughter. If the clear spring in the mountains is like a trace of unhappiness in everyone's hearts, if the mist in the mountains and forests is generally diffused in everyone's hearts, suddenly there is only that innocent joy in the heart.

The next day, Zhao Zhijing was alone in Zhongnan Mountain, looking at the people in front of him, the smile on his face still did not change in the slightest, it was still so warm and comfortable. Lin Ruohua and Li Mochou stood in front of Zhao Zhijing, without a trace of parting pain on their faces, not that they were not sad, but that they were buried in their hearts. But for Lin Nian, who is two or three years old, the changes in the past half a month have made him still a little uncomfortable. But when Zhao Zhijing left today, there was still a wet mist in his eyes.

Looking at Lin Nian in front of him, Zhao Zhijing's heart trembled slightly, but then a sword light flashed in his mind, and that trace of guilt was already cut off by Zhao Zhijing's wisdom sword in the sea of knowledge, pressing it in the sea of knowledge. This is not the time to make amends, the most important thing is to plan for the future. Hui Jian slashed love, Zhao Zhijing endured the pain in his heart, turned around and left.

With Zhao Zhijing's departure, Lin Ruohua and the three of them also turned back to the tomb of the living dead, and the heavy stone tomb door also fell with a rumbling sound, blocking this door. At this time, where Zhao Zhijing didn't notice, a figure stood there, one of its hair dancing in the breeze, glowing with strands of silver. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's white figure disappear, the face of the king on the top of the mountain remained unchanged, but there was a trace of bitterness in his heart and he muttered: "Let's go!" )