A long-lost smile appeared in Han Shi's heart, and he was like the old man, pacing up casually in the middle of this stone eyebrow.

Han Shi's gaze swept over the scrolls, and the hat he originally held in his hand was also quietly dried by him with Yuan Li and placed at the door like the old man, this is to prevent moisture from being brought into the house, once the scroll is wet, it is easy to become moldy.

And the old man's puzzled eyes, he was also clear at the moment, this person must have seen from Han Shi's actions that Han Shi must have come to this Shimei House for the first time.

Han Shi shook his head and smiled dumbly, the so-called ignorant is not guilty, whether it is a mortal or a monk, it is the same truth.

Just when Han Shi was laughing at himself, suddenly a little girl, holding a candy man in her hand, jumped in from outside the house, and behind her, followed by a middle-aged woman, apparently the little girl's mother.

As soon as the little girl came in, when she saw Han Shi, her face showed curiosity, "Big brother, are you here to change the painting too?"

Han Shi smiled on his face and nodded, the little girl's cheerful personality made people can't help but feel love.

After the middle-aged woman smiled apologetically at Han Shi, she took the little girl's hand and walked aside, obviously unwilling to disturb Han Shi.

The little girl looked up at the painting on the wall with wide eyes open, and her face showed a serious look that had never been seen before.

After a long time, she pointed to one of them and said, "Mother, I like this painting." ”

Han Shi's afterglow swept over, and what the little girl was referring to was a picture of a hundred flowers, although it was drawn in ink, it gave people an immersive feeling, lifelike.

The middle-aged woman nodded, smiled and said, "Yan'er wants it, have you ever thought of a good heart?"

The little girl lowered her head, looked at the candy man in her hand, and with reluctance in her eyes, she looked up at the middle-aged woman again, and pouted slightly.

The middle-aged woman restrained her smile and shook her head firmly.

There was a mist in the little girl's eyes, and after a long time, she finally made up her mind, took the cloth in the middle-aged woman's hand, wrapped the sugar man carefully, and placed it under the hundred flowers.

With appreciation in her eyes, the middle-aged woman took down the picture of the hundred flowers, carefully rolled it up, packed it in a package, took the little girl's hand, and was about to move.

"I take the liberty of going here, may I ask where the master is here?" Han Shi said to the middle-aged woman.

"During the day, there is no one in this Shimei residence, and no one knows where the Meimei girl is. The middle-aged woman smiled and nodded at Han Shi, turned around and left with the little girl.

"If you like the eyebrows, just leave your heart. ”

"Eyebrow girl......" Han Shi's pupils contracted, and his body suddenly stiffened.

Shi Mei Currie, there was silence, Han Shi could hear his heartbeat, suddenly, his eyes fell on the corner of the wall, a small picture scroll, the paper of this picture scroll has already shown signs of yellowing, obviously hanging on the wall for a long time.

With just a few brushstrokes on the scroll, the outline of a man is outlined, and it is a back, this person is wearing a green shirt, looking into the distance.

This painting looks very ordinary at first glance, but if you taste it carefully, you will find its expressiveness, Han Shi looked at it quietly, but suddenly there was an idea in his heart that he expected this person to turn around and see this person's face clearly.

Han Shi stopped for a long time, turned around and walked outside the door of Shimeiju, put on the hat again, and walked into the rain.

He originally had an undulating mood, but after seeing the man's back, he became calm, and he didn't want to guess the man's identity.

I don't dare to guess.

The rain, hitting the bluestone slabs, brought up a hazy rain mist.

Two hundred years ago, when he passed through Jingshui Ancient Town, it was also such a rainy day.

He clearly remembered what he thought at the time, if there was fate, he would see him again.

Han Shi stood by a small bridge, back then, he was standing on this bridge, looking at the back of the woman in white under the umbrella, but in the end, he missed each other.

His gaze fell on the stone monument by the bridge, which was covered with moss, and at first glance, it looked like an ordinary stone on the side.

If it weren't for his spiritual sense, it would have been difficult to notice the abnormality.

Han Shi's right hand wiped slightly on the stele, wiping off the moss on it, revealing the surface of the stele, and the vicissitudes of life on it did not surprise him.

"This life bridge!" Han Shi muttered, his eyes leisurely.

He walked onto the bridge deck, this small bridge is not big, but two or three feet, the bluestone slabs that pave the bridge deck appear to be extremely smooth, obviously there are a lot of people coming and going in ordinary times, which will cause such an effect.

Han Shi stood in the position of the year, and in that direction, there was also a small bridge, and at that time, the woman in white was standing on that small bridge.

But at this moment, there was no one on the small bridge.

Han Shi looked at the river under the bridge, and his eyes showed an indescribable depth.

A person's life is like a bridge, and no one knows where the bridge leads.

Maybe it's a tie, maybe it's ...... It's a miss.

It took him two hundred years, but he was still in the same position.

In the future, whether he is obscure to everyone or becomes a supreme world, this bridge in this life will take a lifetime to complete!

The flowing water under the bridge reflected Han Shi's reflection, but in the rain, he couldn't see his face clearly from the ripples.

Is this rain the tears of this life?

Han Shi took off the hat, closed his eyes, stood on the bridge, and let the rain fall on his body, at this moment, he just wanted to quietly feel this world with only rain.

No one can see the sorrow hidden in Han Shi's eyes, how his cultivation is profound, how his talent is, how his artistic conception is transcendent, what about his shocking encounters, how he kills monstrous, how his heart is extraordinary, and how he understands heaven and earth.

He couldn't find Qingmei.

Without green eyebrows, all this is meaningless.

The faint blue on Han Shi's body seemed to be blended into the rain, making the silver filaments in the sky also have a sense of greenness, and when it fell in the town, it suddenly had a hint of long-term meaning.

Han Shi closed his eyes and stood quietly, as if he had fallen into a false sleep, or deep thought.

Suddenly, the sound of rain in the whole world seemed to be far away in an instant, and Han Shi even had an illusion that it was not the rain that was far away, but the whole world.

At this moment, as if dreaming, Han Shi's slightly opened eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia, this feeling of being left behind, he liked it very much, but before he had time to experience it carefully, that feeling was like catkins in the wind, and it had long been gone.

Han Shi opened his eyes, the rain, still, the sound of the rain, the still, the ripples on the water, still the same.

Only beside him, no more rain falls, on the surface of the river, there is the reflection of an umbrella, and there is a hazy, unreal white figure.

Han Shi's hands holding on to the bridge suddenly had an uncontrollable slight tremor, in his life, even if he faced life and death, he was calm, even if he understood the mysteries of heaven and earth, he could suppress the waves of his heart, even if he was wasting years, he could be willing to be dull.

He once thought that for the sake of Qingmei, there was nothing he didn't dare.

But at this moment, he didn't dare to turn back!

Missing, like an island, on the island, is the loneliness of wandering for thousands of years, outside the island, but the eternal sound of love.

Only the faint loneliness is the boat, blown farther away by the wind from afar, the endless sea of years!

Han Shi, miss Qingmei!

The oil-paper umbrella covered the wind and rain, making Han Shi seem to see a new world, and at this moment, he looked back and did his best.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, a young man in a green shirt and a woman in white looked at each other again after two hundred years apart.

This glance is a little unfamiliar, but more than that, it is a strong affection that cannot be dissolved!

This glance tells the heartfelt and understands what each other is waiting for in the years!

This glance, even if the sky collapses in front of them, it can't make the two of them look away!

This glance is like a past life, and this life!

This glance, regardless of cause and effect, does not ask about reincarnation!

This glance, missing, is no longer an island!

This glance, this place of peace of mind, is my hometown!

"Is that you?"

Han Shi whispered, he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that it was a dream, and if he spoke loudly, he would wake up from the dream.

"It's me. ”

Qingmei smiled faintly, her face was no different from that year, revealing the temperament of Rulan.

"Is this a dream?"

Han Shi closed his eyes again, he couldn't believe it.

Qingmei's fingertips gently stroked between Han Shi's eyebrows, "Han Shi, back then, I made a wish that you could paint my eyebrows once, you, remember?"

Han Shi opened his eyes again, revealing a look of reminiscence, and said: "The events of the year are still vivid, how can I forget, you still said, in the next life, I am a stone, you are green, and the moss on the stone is the eyebrow of the stone, so you are the thrush for me." ”

"That's what Shimeiju means. ”

Han Shi looked at Qingmei, his eyes were full of domineering softness, and his hands slowly wrapped around her waist.

"I don't want this life, only this life!"

Qingmei nodded, a hint of blush appeared on her face, she was already excited, but she was suppressed, it was not obvious, at this moment Han Shi hugged her waist, which suddenly made her heart sway, and she couldn't help herself.

The tide of longing, which had been piled up for two hundred years, suddenly erupted at this moment.

Han Shi's lips were imprinted on her lips.

"If it's a dream, let me never wake up. Under the oil-paper umbrella, Han Shi's eyes showed resolute tenderness.

Qingmei, drunk!

The hand she held the umbrella lost her strength, and she couldn't even lift the light oil-paper umbrella, and at this moment, she was like a mortal, without the slightest hint of a monk's breath on her body.

After a long time, the two slowly separated, and the oil-paper umbrella had already been taken by Han Shi, so that the rain did not fall on the two of them.

Qingmei's eyes were veined, but he didn't know where to start with a thousand words, so he had to look at Han Shi carefully, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his heart forever.

"Back then, you and I missed on this bridge of this life, but now, we are reunited here, this bridge is called this life, and there is really a trace of the taste of karma in it. Han Shi looked at Qingmei with a smile, until this moment he was still in a little trance, and he couldn't believe that all this was true.