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Chapter 1146 Chapter 1144

The 61st year of the Heavenly Generation.

She gradually lost energy and began to sleep all day long.

Sometimes, he called her several times, but there was no reply. Only by checking her pulse did I know she was still there.

As the sun set, he looked at the mountains full of peach blossoms, often sitting there for the whole day. Because she was always sleeping, his time began to speed up infinitely, and many things gradually became unperceivable. Only when Xiao Kai comes back can he realize how long has passed.

Xiaokai came here covered in dust. Now, he is a handsome young man in his twenties and a well-known big trader: "Father, has she slept too long recently? I saw Grandma Jiang in the city who was like this. She used to be in the cloth shop. Sitting outside, now I can only lie on the bed..."

"Xiao Kai." Su Mingan said calmly: "You don't need to call me father, I just helped you. Don't run back and forth, just live your own life, and don't worry about us anymore."

"How can that be okay! You raised me, how could I forget my roots..."

"Just live a good life." Su Mingan said calmly.

Xiao Kai pursed his lips, his eyes darkened for a moment, then said: "...How about I pick you up. I have purchased a piece of land, which is closer to the inland and is safer."

Su Mingan thought about it for a moment, and Xiaokai made sense: "Okay."

Fresh joy suddenly appeared on Xiao Kai's face, and he turned around and ran into the car: "Then I will prepare immediately. In a few days, I will drive to pick you up!"

At this time, there was a coughing sound in the house, and Su Mingan came in. The white-haired man leaned against the bed, his wrinkles filled with quiet time.

She placed her hands gently on the quilt: "Xiao Kai gave him a peach blossom cake made by himself before. He has always admired you. If you drive him away now, he will be sad."

Su Ming'an was sitting by the window and suddenly said: "The way you reminisce about the past, you really look like my grandma."

She smiled lightly: "You once said that I am not old, I am just experiencing the immortality... Su Lin is also in his eighties. Doesn't he look like an old grandfather?"

Su Mingan pondered for a moment and slowly spoke:

"picture."

Yueyue didn't smile, but looked out the window in concentration.

"Ming'an." She said suddenly.

Su Ming'an didn't smile either, so he walked over and sat next to her.

"In the eyes of the world, such a scene of slowly growing old... should only be possible by couples. Even in Xiao Kai's eyes, he probably thinks that we are husband and wife." Yueyue said.

"Maybe it's mother and son." Su Mingan told a cold joke.

"But I know..." Yueyue didn't continue. She touched the yellowed comic book on the bedside, and the pages were already turned: "Your feelings for us...can't be summed up simply in any words. If it were Lu Shu, it would be different Noel... they will grow old here, and you will accompany them as well."

"You are starting to talk nonsense." Su Mingan whispered, "Is it the influence of the body?"

"Next time I come to see you, I will look young again."

"……good."

After a few days, she lost her hearing.

Su Mingan used the mechanical technology of the Ninth World to make her a hearing aid. But her voice was always louder and softer, and she couldn't control the intensity of her speech.

"The next time I come to see you, it will probably be a new era. This era is the age of navigation, what will the next era be like?" Yue Yue whispered, her white hair sweeping his arms.

"It seems to be an era that leans towards Eastern style."

"Then I want to be a heroine. In this life, I will blow the cold wind on the sea every day. In the next life, I want to be more stable and enjoy the prosperity of Kyoto. I also want to learn to weave. I have never touched a sewing machine..."

"Listen to you."

"If it succeeds...if this way of vacation is possible...certainly..."

Her voice became softer and softer, her eyelids drooped, and she fell asleep as she talked.

Su Ming'an pushed her back to the room and glanced at the continuous artillery fire in the distance. They had not left this peach blossom forest for a long time, because her life... probably only lasted a few days.

After a few days, she lost sight.

When Su Ming'an walked a little further, she would shout his name wildly and ask him where he was, like a child who was afraid of losing his toy.

Her world has fallen into darkness, and her ears are silent. If he is not here, then she really can't touch anything.

"Where are you? Ming'an, where are you?" She shouted several times, with an unprecedented look of panic on her face and waving her hands hurriedly.

"...I'm here." Su Mingan walked over immediately.

"Sing to me, otherwise, I will fall asleep again." She held her hand in the air a few times, as if searching for where Su Ming'an was, until he grabbed her panicked hand.

She began to be afraid of sleep, and her shallow breathing made people feel that as long as she fell asleep, she would probably never wake up again.

"...Okay." Su Ming'an thought for a while, looked at her white eyes, and said softly:

"The fairy tale book under the pillow,

The happiness collected privately,

What feelings did I want to express as a young person..."

She listened blankly, tears falling from her eyes.

To her... this must be a song she heard a hundred years ago.

After a few days, she became so lazy that she stopped even playing games. She sat in a wheelchair all day, motionless, letting the peach blossoms fall all over her shoulders.

"What do you want to eat?" Su Mingan picked up a pot of tea. Yueyue loved to do this kind of thing before, but now it was his turn.

"I don't want to eat anything...nothing..." her voice trailed off.

He seemed to say something again, but she really couldn't hear it.

The body is no longer flexible, and walking a few steps will make you tired.

Thinking will also begin to sluggish, and you will even no longer remember the people around you.

These are the words he once used to describe the old man, but now he applies them all to her.

He recalled what she had said decades ago.

——If one day, you really leave me, and you can never find me again in the endless world... Then, please remember that the person named Yue Yue has already achieved happiness.

She had gotten...a vision before the end of the world.

Although I don’t know if there will be another body. If not, this is the last life.

But she is happy.

She is already gray-haired and has a happy life.

A few days later, Su Mingan felt that his body could no longer be used.

"I will go back to the Holy City and change my body. You wait for me to come back, and we will go to Jiuyou." Su Mingan pushed her under the peach blossom tree and motioned for her to rest here.

She closed her eyes, but reached out her hand to him.

Although she couldn't see anything, the smile on her face was like a girl's. That is the freshness of her soul that cannot be erased by any wrinkles.

"Can you... hold my hand?" She asked for some reason.

He was stunned for a moment, then slowly held her hand. The hand that once held the snow of Chione was now pitted and the blood vessels were bulging. He wanted to speak, but grief closed his throat.

She stood up slowly, like a skeleton about to fall apart. Then, with steady steps, she walked around him and turned his wrist.

The simple dance steps made him understand instantly.

"The starlight clears away the most mysterious fog,

Standing on tiptoes and twirling,

I vaguely heard someone crying..."

Just like a man responded to a woman back then, he also turned his wrist and walked slowly with her. Every dance step seems to be a look back at the previous hundred years and a sigh for the years.

The dance steps of decades ago, she has not yet aged.

She is holding Hericium biscuits in her mouth under the lights of Henggang City, she likes chocolate bars, and she is wearing a cat-eared hat.

The moonlight on the awning boat, the sound of the river, and the sound of playing music on the wooden planks.

The branches and leaves are swaying mottled, rippled and blown by the wind.

Her love, the years she cherished.

The frozen fragments in his eyes, her long time.

The sound of the jade flute came from somewhere, perhaps from the cattle herders in the village. The sound came through the peach blossoms in the sky, as if responding to the tranquility of the moment.

She danced very slowly and talked about her past.

...That was her past in Mingxi. She said that the food in the cafeteria was better than in high school. The starry sky on the rooftop of the school dormitory is very beautiful. For twelve years, she often sat there and looked at the stars, imagining which one would be Zhai Xing.

...and also mentioned that when she was in Minghui, she hoped to make her his fiancée, but said that this was a temporary measure and there was no need to actually get married. At that time, she didn't understand why Qin Wang said that, but later she understood that it turned out that he had already expected that he would not live to adulthood.

...Finally, let’s talk about Zhai Xing’s blue sky, white gulls, wilderness, and long wind.

He could understand what she said and saw the expression on her face. It was an unconscious...happy...free smile.

He also spoke slowly and mentioned his past. He talked about the school gate where no one would ever come to pick him up, a pair of Nike shoes that he could never afford, vegetarian pancakes that he dared not add eggs or sausages to, walking four kilometers to school to save money... those were things he would never touch again. memory.

He talked about the graduation prom. It was not her stolen life. She didn't need that beautiful dance dress. The spotlight was already hers.

Why can't the moonlight in the alley be a spotlight? Why can’t the black cat beside the trash can be an elegant listener?

She listened with a happy smile on her face, but shed tears.

He wiped the tears from her face. I wiped some away, but more and more tears came. His actions seemed to intensify her silent pain.

Why cry?

We'll meet again, right?

You said it yourself, we will meet again.

She leaned forward and gently pressed her forehead against his, the way people do when they swear. She didn't say anything, just repeated a few words:

"Reincarnation, old gods, life and death, life after life."

"Reincarnation, old gods, life and death, life after life..."

It's like an inaccurate prayer.

Time gently knocks on the heart, and life will eventually return to seclusion.

The warmth of the veins and fallen flowers precipitate together in the afternoon sun. The white-haired person's eyes are blurred, as if they have followed the spring light in the sky and drifted to the distant fields, streams, and Cangshan... Each peach blossom seems to carry her long life. Slices of life.

Her eyes passed through the mottled window lattice, staring at the peach blossoms in the backyard, as if immersed in the spring of the past. The spring breeze blows gently, and the peach blossom petals are like a dream, slowly falling in the blue sky and the earth.

It's as if you can hear the flow of time and the symphony of life. The still young black-haired youth looked back at her, running his fingers through her white hair.

Please dance with me before the fairy tale ends...

Let everything... recover after daybreak.

At the end of the dance, she fell asleep again.

The white-haired man under the peach blossom tree looked extremely peaceful. Su Mingan looked back and headed to the Holy City.

The wild geese were flying high, and Jiang Yin looked at the sunset outside the window.

When people get old, they can really feel the end of their lifespan. She could feel her limits...just for the past two days.

Lying on the bed, her back ached and her breath dying, she recalled that day countless times - the indifferent young man on the eaves, looking at the clear sky with clouds and mist. And she looked up and met his eyes...that glance became eternity.

There was a sound like a broken bellows in her chest. She closed her eyes, but felt that it couldn't be done. She couldn't wait for death in bed. She wanted to sit in front of the cloth shop... She still had to wait for him.

She waited thousands of days and nights, but he didn't come. But maybe tonight...he'll come.

She struggled to get up, her facial features bunched up in pain from the illness, took the crutches, stumbled out, hugged the portrait, and sat on the chair that had been there for decades. There were few pedestrians on the dark streets, and there were no boats on the river at the door. She was the only one, listening to the fainter voices until the night fell little by little.

She pulled out a few pieces of white paper, put them on her knees, held the brush tremblingly, dipped it in ink, and looked at the portrait, stroke by stroke, to paint the appearance of the young man. Over the years, when she had nothing to do, she would draw him. After years of copying, she could draw a nine-point portrait of him.

But when it comes to drawing eyes, she hesitates.

She heard a story that if the person in the portrait had eyes, he would come alive. She never dared to write. She was afraid that if no one saw it, the only thing that supported her would disappear.

"The last time...the last time...Jiang Yin." Her hands trembled for a long time, then she remembered something, turned around and put the remaining coins in the drawer into the envelope. If someone found her tomorrow, they would find the money in the envelope. The names on the envelope are all the children she has sponsored over the past few decades. She thought that if she was gone, the last money would have to be sent to them.

In her life, she failed to make the cloth shop bigger and stronger. In her later years, she did all the "ridiculous things" in people's eyes...but she has no regrets.

The ink fell on the young man's eyes in the painting, she bit her lips, and a blurry face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Those scenes blended into the gradually falling night, and it was difficult to tell whether they were revolving lanterns or hallucinations.

[Hey, above! Please clarify! 】The girl put her hands on her hips.

The sun was setting, and the young man wearing a golden gauze bowed his head.

The girl didn't know what she was thinking. She blushed and refused to look at his beautiful eyes.

[Are you a wooden person? ] The girl leaned over and saw only ordinary scenery: [What's so interesting about these? You must have never seen any beautiful scenery. I'll take you to see it, okay? 】

【I've seen it all. 】The young man spoke lightly and declined her invitation.

He never rejected her.

[This is what your family taught you...tea? ] When the lid of the pot was opened, an indescribable smell wafted out, and everyone around him shrank away and covered their noses. Only the girl took a step forward.

【Um. 】The young man's expression was light, as if it were taken for granted.

The girl picked up the cup, but people around her advised her not to drink. But she stubbornly drank it all in one gulp and burped happily, a loud sound that attracted the young man's attention.

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