More than ten years have passed in a flash, and it has been a full thirty years since Han Shi and Qingmei came to this Qingcheng.

Unconsciously, near the small mountain street near Shimeiju, it no longer seems remote, but thriving, back then, in the infancy, the children who heard the sound of Han Shi striking iron were already holding their own children in their hands.

I don't know why, but all the children in the vicinity of Shimeiju, who grew up in the sound of iron, every child, since childhood, never got sick, and there were several children whose spiritual roots awakened, and were favored by the monks of several small sects, and worshiped into the sect, although it was only a small sect, but it was enough for the adults of these families to have a light on their faces, and they almost said it when they met people.

Only, Han Shi and Qingmei have never had children.

There were also some neighbors who had questions, but as the years passed, the faces of the two grew old, and slowly, no one mentioned this matter anymore, but some envied the two of them for being able to grow old.

Han Blacksmith's blacksmith shop, no longer as usual, from the early morning to dusk, now come to Shimeiju to buy ironware, but it depends on luck, sometimes, there will be months without seeing the husband and wife, no one knows where the two went, sometimes, there is a sound of iron, but Shimeiju is not seen to open the door.

Thousands of miles away from Qingcheng Mountain, there is a plain, on which is vast and boundless, looking into the distance, you can often see tents in twos and threes, near the tents, there are herds of cattle and sheep, that is the residence of herdsmen.

On this plain, in addition to the abundance of aquatic plants, the most attractive thing is that there is a sea of flowers covering an area of more than 100 miles, every time the early spring comes, an unknown wild flower, in the spring breeze, tenaciously blooms, let the wind, bring its flower fragrance, send it to the distance.

And every time the summer comes, this sea of flowers will welcome the most gorgeous time of the year, and the splendor of summer flowers is better than the sea of stars.

In the depths of this sea of flowers, there is a small wooden house, at this moment, a white old man in a green shirt is looking through the window, looking out of the window at the sea of flowers, in the sea of flowers, there is a white-haired woman.

The old man's eyes were full of tenderness, he knew that Qingmei liked flowers, so in the past few years, whenever the summer flowers were in full bloom, he would take Qingmei to live here.

This white old man is none other than Han Shi.

His face is also getting old, compared with thirty years ago, when he stepped into Qingcheng, one is a vigorous young man, and the other is an old man in his twilight years.

But standing in the sea of flowers, Qingmei's face is even older, Han Shi's eyes have a touch of gloom, Qingmei is aging, over the years, he has tried all kinds of ways, but he has never been able to stop it, this is the rule of heaven, if the Yuandan monk can't get married, there will be a moment of death.

Over the years, Qingmei has always kept silent about the baby, but she can't hide this matter from Han Shi, her Yuan Dan has long been on the verge of collapse, which is why for so many years, she has rarely used Yuan Li, and there are many incurable dark diseases in her body, speaking of which, she is not even as good as ordinary women.

Han Shi naturally understood that Qingmei's injuries were all due to the struggle to get out of the cracks in that space, and Qingmei's belief that she could survive was all for the hope of seeing Han Shi again.

She had thought he didn't know all this, but eventually, she knew he did.

And he, on the other hand, thought that she didn't know that he knew, perhaps, he knew that she knew, but he didn't want to think about it.

Their footprints, walking from the Sansheng Bridge, were destined for Sansheng, but at this moment, Han Shi knew that it was just self-deception, the previous life was invisible, and the next life was unpredictable, and in this life, he said that he would never let go, but when life and death were separated, how could he not let go.

He and her, only in this life, have formed a relationship!

Will he still be able to find her in the afterlife?

Han Shi appeared next to Qingmei in a flash, holding an elixir in his hand, and looked at her with a smile.

Qingmei shook his head, turned his head to look at the sea of flowers and said, "Han Shi, I know my body, these pills are useless, don't you refine the pill anymore, can you accompany me more?"

Han Shi looked at the white-haired woman in front of him in a daze, she was no longer blush, she looked like an ordinary old woman, only in those eyes, it seemed that she could still see a little bit of the demeanor of the year.

He couldn't believe that thirty years had slipped quietly at their fingertips, taking away their youth.

"Han Shi, do you know what my favorite flower is?" Qingmei took Han Shi's hand and walked towards the depths of the sea of flowers.

"Is it a plum blossom?" Han Shi said slowly with a slight groan.

Qingmei shook his head, with a sly look in his eyes, "Plum blossoms, that's my father's favorite flower, although I like it too, but it's not my favorite." ”

"It's my secret, so I won't tell you. ”

Han Shi looked at the wide variety of flowers in front of him, smiled helplessly, and there was a touch of smugness on Qingmei's face, as cute as a girl.

The flowers bloomed, this sea of flowers continued to open for dozens of days, and finally inevitably withered, Qingmei always watched all this quietly, without sadness or joy, while Han Shi was quietly watching Qingmei, and in his eyes, there was an invisible flame that began to burn.

Finally, on this day, the withering of the sea of flowers reached the end, and the brightness was almost invisible, and the earth seemed to have the meaning of withering.

Seeing this small white flower, Qingmei had tenderness in his eyes, and said softly: "Han Shi, this is my favorite flower, and it is also the last flower to bloom, the name of this flower is called Tu Yu." ”

"Legend has it that if there are any flowers that will bloom after the tulip, it must have come from reincarnation, and the place where it blooms is the other side. ”

"And that flower is the flower that no one has ever seen!" Qingmei bent down, plucked a tudle from the branch, and put it on the tip of his hair.

"Before, I never dared to pluck a flower, I was always afraid that it would wither, but now I do. There was determination in her eyes.

Han Shi's love allowed her to bravely face death, and the thoughts that faded over the years, and finally forgot everything about her.

Even so, she was no longer afraid, whatever it was, it no longer scared her.

Han Shi gently stroked her white hair, the sadness in his heart gradually intensified, and he heard a strong death intent from Qingmei's words.

When he and her saw the flowers on the other side, the two of them became the other side.

One side is life, and the other side is death.

On one side is forgetting, and on the other side is reading.

Spring on one side and autumn on the other.

On one side is this life, and on the other side is the afterlife.

On one side are memories, and on the other side are dreams.

On one side is the years, and on the other side is the eternity.

The invisible chasm in the middle made him no longer able to hold her hand, he had thought that there was no other side in this world, but now, he knew, he was wrong.

From now on, we will never see each other in this life, just like the flowers and leaves of the flowers on the other side will never be seen, in reincarnation, life and life will be wrong!

If there is really such a day, love is not cause and effect, then this life, why should it begin.

Han Shi clenched his fists, and the sadness in his heart was surging, but at the same time, his battle intent, after being hidden for hundreds of years, was surging again.

He wants to fight with the sky, whether it is fate or calamity!

The three dynasties are cold and hot, and they pass in a hurry, and it is another year when the summer flowers are brilliant.

On this day, Qingmei sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the sea of flowers outside the window, her face was already extremely old, and could even be described as withered, this year, she often fell asleep, had many dreams, whenever she woke up, she would see Han Shi's familiar face, showing a smile.

Han Shi stood behind her and gently combed her hair, which was white in it, just like the color of Tu Li.

"Han Shi, pick a blue rose for me, okay?" Qingmei's voice was very slow, but the gentleness did not change.

Han Shi nodded, put down the comb, walked into the sea of flowers, and carefully searched for the blue rose, he wanted to find the most beautiful one.

Looking at Han Shi's slightly clumsy movements, a smile appeared between Qingmei's eyebrows, and she muttered to herself, "Han Shi, thank you, accompany me, through this life, if you see the other side of the flower, you must not believe it, even if I give up the reincarnation of three thousand lifetimes, I will not forget you, in the next life, you must come to find me." ”

"But in this life, forget my ......"

Qingmei's eyes, which were already a little cloudy, were clear at this moment, so that she could clearly look at the back of Han Shi gradually walking away in the sea of flowers, and there was no sadness of parting!

Naturally, she couldn't see the tears in Han Shi's eyes, Qingmei's muttering, Qingmei's gaze, and Qingmei's smile were extremely clear in his spiritual sense.

Every word, every gaze, and every smile made Han Shi's heart cut like a knife, but he didn't look back, still quietly looking for the many blue roses!

She and he are both idiots, and they can't bear to look at each other's eyes before the eternal parting.

The early summer wind blew through the small cabin from the window and blew on Qingmei's face, making her eyes with a deep affection that could not be dissolved, gradually close.

The whole world became blurred, and only a man in a green shirt seemed to be still in front of him, standing with a smile, as if to say, in this life, I will not let go again.

Qingmei's hand slowly raised, she wanted to hold the man's hand and hold the fate of the two, but she lost the last of her strength, and her fingertips slipped from the air.

Suddenly, a sweet darkness shrouded Qingmei, and the exhaustion and pain of her life were finally let go at this moment.

Han Shi, you and I are like the ink and paper, no matter what kind of pattern you depict, I will embrace you into my arms, let you shine in the red dust, let others remember you, and then, accompany you in the gradual passing of the years.

Han Shi, you and I are like the needle and thread, no matter what kind of obstacles I have passed, I will always follow you silently, but one day, I will no longer be able to keep up with your pace and weave our lives.

Han Shi, you and I are like heaven and earth, no matter what kind of vicissitudes you experience, you are always far away from the white clouds, I try my best, but just to see clearly, your face hidden behind the clouds.

Han Shi, you and I are like the bird and the fish, no matter how happy we are, you and I always have to return to the two worlds, you soar in the sky, fight thousands of miles, and I am in the shallow bay, just to wait for your reflection.

Han Shi, I know you can't hear it, but how much I want it, you can know it......

With you in this life, I have no regrets!