Wan'er still fell asleep peacefully.

Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Dushan also rushed over one after another.

"Jin'er, hurry up and take the potion for Wan'er. Mrs. Zhong commanded.

Zhong Jin opened the bottle.

It was a black liquid.

In fact, this was originally a lotus leaf, but in order not to let others suspect, Murong Yingxue deliberately smashed the original bright green leaf, and then deliberately made it black.

In this way, no one would ever have imagined that these black things were once lotus leaves.

"Father, this," looking at such a strange thing, Zhong Jin was a little uneasy.

"Jin'er, don't worry, since it is the medicine given by Wei Chi Biangu, there will definitely be no problem. Zhong Dushan said with an oath.

"Yes, Jin'er, in this world, there are very few people who know about Yuchi Biangu, since Shen Shuiji knows, it means that this matter is really not so simple, so you can give Wan'er a treat. Mrs. Zhong also said sincerely.

After listening to his parents' words, Zhong Jin was also relieved.

Just as Zhong Jin picked up the potion, suddenly the expression on his face froze.

"What's the matter, Jin'er?" Lady Zhong hurriedly asked when she noticed such an anomaly.

"How do I think this potion has a strange smell," Zhong Jin said.

Mrs. Zhong hurriedly stepped up, although the potion looked black and disgusting, but there was a burst of fragrance inside.

"yes, and besides, I think I've smelled it somewhere. Mrs. Zhong couldn't help but think about it.

"I see, this fragrance is the same as the fragrance on Wan'er's body. Zhong Jin said suddenly.

"Yes. After Zhong Jin's words, Mrs. Zhong also seemed to remember.

"It seems that if this is really worthy of its reputation, it can really cure Wan'er's illness. Zhong Dushan said, his eyes full of confidence.

"Jin'er, without further ado, let's hurry up and give Wan'er medicine. Madame Zhong urged, as if it was too late if she was not careful.

Zhong Jin nodded, then carefully helped Wan'er up, and then fed the potion to Wan'er little by little with a spoon.

After a while, a whole bottle of potion was given to Wan'er.

However, Wan'er's eyes were still closed.

"Father," Zhong Jin was a little anxious.

Zhong Dushan didn't know how to explain, so he had to comfort Zhong Jin and said, "Jin'er, don't worry, it may take a certain amount of time for this medicine to take a certain amount of time to play out." ”

"yes, yes, even the most magical potion can't work in an instant. Mrs. Zhong looked at Zhong Jin's desperate eyes and began to comfort her.

"Okay, I know, father and mother, the second elder doesn't have to worry about me here, you better go back and rest, I'll just wait for Wan'er here." ”

Then, Zhong Dushan and Mrs. Zhong left Wan'er's room.

Zhong Jin sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Wan'er affectionately, and said, "Wan'er, when will you wake up?"

At this time, Zhong Jin suddenly thought of the first time he met Wan'er, when Wan'er was not yet twenty years old, which was the age of carefree.

It was that meeting that made Zhong Jin fall in love with this quiet girl thoroughly, but it was that meeting that also started Wan'er's different life.

Zhong Jin sometimes thinks that if he hadn't been so obstinate at that time, always thinking about turning Wan'er into his wife, then Wan'er now would live a different life.

Wan'er will be with her beloved, instead of experiencing the heart-wrenching pain of beating mandarin ducks;

Wan'er will still simply live in Murong's house, instead of suffering from such unwarranted troubles that are as deep as the sea;

Wan'er will continue to be the simple self happily every day, instead of lying in bed like today, life and death uncertain.

Thinking of this, Zhong Jin felt very guilty, he always felt that he was the person who loved Wan'er in the world, but now all this proves that he is the one who hurts Wan'er the most.

All Wan'er's pain today is caused by herself, but she has always been famous, and this is all because of love.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry, I originally thought that I would love you well when I married you into the door, but in exchange for your pain," Zhong Jin leaned on Wan'er's shoulder, crying silently.

"Wan'er, if everything can be done all over again, I'd rather my former self wasn't so selfish, and I want to exchange for a healthy and happy you. ”

However, there is never an if.

Some people want to change the past, just like Zhong Jin,

And some people want to let go of the past, just like Murong Feng.

Zhong Shen's words that day made Murong Feng completely let go of his heart knot.

The original Murong Feng has always felt that he is a person who has no past, always thinking that he must find the past, must find his old lover, and must meet the owner of the handkerchief again, and even, he feels that he has an obligation to do this, not only for himself, but also to save the woman who can't help himself.

However, when Zhong Shen told him that all this was done willingly by the woman, and he thought that the person who took away his memory was actually the woman, it turned out that she didn't want to remember it because she didn't want to bother herself.

When he first learned all this, Murong Feng was like an outcast, it turned out that for so many years, all his suspicions, all his efforts, and even all his pain were useless, and he had been feeling sorry for himself in a labyrinth with no exit, and he had been solving a problem that didn't need to be solved at all.

After a few days of losing his soul, Murong Feng finally began to let go.

Since you have loved that woman, you don't care about her choice.

I had been thinking about finding that woman before, even if I couldn't continue the front edge, but I had to ask her why she made such a choice, but at this moment, Murong Feng felt that all this was no longer necessary.

That night, Murong Feng didn't sleep, but sneaked out while everyone was falling asleep.

He came halfway up the mountain.

It's a meadow.

Even though it was pitch black late at night, Murong Feng could still imagine the new green and vibrant here.

In this way, on this meadow, Murong Feng kept pacing, there was no joy or sorrow in his heart, and there was no expression on his face, no one knew what this man was thinking about and what he was going to do.

I don't know how long it took, but Murong Feng stopped under a tree.

The tall Murong Feng stood next to the same lonely tree, such a scene made people feel that this strong Murong Feng suddenly became thin under such a cold moonlight.

Suddenly, Murong Feng sat down next to the tree.

Tightly, Murong Feng took out the handkerchief that he had been carrying with him for so many years from his clothes.

Late maple.

As usual, Murong Feng kept stroking the handkerchief, only, this time, he told himself that this was the last time.

Then, Murong Feng put the handkerchief aside, and then next to the root of the tree, he began to dig the soil.

Murong Feng's slender fingers are very good-looking, such fingers, whether they are holding a knife, or when they are practicing, or when they used to gently stroke Wan'er's long hair, or when they are also gently stroking the handkerchief now, they are all so good-looking.

However, with such a pair of good-looking hands, at this moment, Murong Feng mixed them in the dirt.

After a while, his hands were covered with dirt, and his fingernails were full of dirt.

It didn't take long for a hole that was neither deep nor shallow to appear.

Then, Murong Feng leaned against the tree and closed his eyes.

Goodbye, my favorite girl, although I still can't remember your face, although I still can't remember the story we once had, but I know that we must have sworn to each other, we must have loved each other deeply.

Once, I always wanted to find the truth sooner, so that I could find you earlier, and this feeling made me both sweet and painful. The sweet thing is that I know that I have a very important task, I know that there is someone waiting for me to save, waiting for me to love, and the painful thing is that I don't know how I can recover my memory, I don't know how I can find you.

However, just a few days ago, Zhong Shen's frank confession made me no longer qualified for sweetness, and even deprived me of the right to suffer.

I know that my memories are all erased by you, the lover in my memory that I have worked so hard to find for so many years, and the enemy who I have worked so hard to find for so many years to erase my memory, it turns out that they are all one person.

And this person, it's all you.

At first, I resented, I felt that I was a puppet who was played with and applauded, I felt that I was a puppet who was controlled by others, I even hated you very much, I felt that all my feelings for you for so many years had been trampled on and ignored.

However, I chose to understand you.

I know that you have chosen for a reason.

Zhong Shen said, your choice is for the good of the two of us, I believe.

Even if your choice is only for you, I won't blame you, although I forgot how much I once loved you, but I know that since I loved, I will never blame you.

I heard Zhong Shen say that you are very happy, how I want to go and see you, but I am worried that my appearance will disturb you, and I am also worried that once I know your identity and who you are, I may not be able to let go of you in the future.

In that case, I still respect your choice.

Thinking of this, Murong Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

And those eyes were full of tears.

Then, Murong Feng cleaned all the dirt in his hands, and then put the handkerchief in the palm of his hand again.

For so many years, this handkerchief, like the woman she had never met, had been accompanying Murong Feng.

This handkerchief was embroidered for Murong Feng when Wan'er won the Women's Red Contest and got the precious embroidery thread, although a long time has passed, but the embroidery thread as a prize really lives up to its name, although it has been many years, but there is still no fading at all, it is still as bright as ever.

The sunset is still so bright red, this is the night, and it is also graceful.

The maple leaves are still so bright green, this is the maple, and it is also the peak.

When Wan'er was embroidering this handkerchief, she never imagined that there would be everything that followed.

When Feng'er received this handkerchief, he never imagined that there would be all kinds of things today.

Murong Feng gently put the handkerchief on his face again, the handkerchief as thin as a cicada's wings, and the fingerprints of Wan'er, who had long disappeared, Murong Feng couldn't hold back any longer, and hot tears burst out of his eyes.

Then, Murong Feng put the handkerchief in the hole he had just dug, and after taking one last look, he covered it with soil forever.

Late maple, no more.