I have an alchemy furnace

Xing Juren came and Xing Juren left... But An's father and An's mother experienced a thousand-year dream in this short period of time. It seems that they haven't recovered from what just happened.

Before that, they would never have thought that Xing Juren, whom even they wanted to climb up to, would be so respectful in front of Ji Zhu.

An's father reacted faster,

"Xiao Ji, are you in high school? You kid, why didn't you tell me about such a big thing earlier? Ahem, betrothal gifts and so on, we are all one family. It hurts our feelings to say this! I feel relieved to leave the magpie to you. !" It is estimated that the previous sentence was An's father's true thoughts. Now he is also glad that Xing Juren came at the right time!

"That's right, Xiao Ji, we will be a family from now on." An's mother also responded. For a while, she seemed to be more and more pleased with this son-in-law.

An Queque didn't want to complain about the speed of her face change. The girl was very quiet at this time. She didn't expect that all this would really happen.

"Xiao Ji, I think it's OK to hold the wedding later?"

"Keeping filial piety for Grandpa An?" Ji Zhu smiled and nodded, "Okay, this is what we should do."

"Thank you." An Queque whispered.

The wedding was a matter between two people, and they had already made up their mind. Although An's father and An's mother were anxious, they could only sigh.

In the end, the wedding was held as scheduled after the three-year period of mourning for the elderly. Because of his identity, many people came to congratulate him. Even though they had moved to the city, there were still no villagers nearby. Absent, there are also prominent figures in the city such as Xing Juren,

Speaking of which, three years have passed, but Xing Juren has not changed his opinion. He does not know why he ordered an immortal master to live in seclusion in this place, but he still stubbornly believes that the other party is definitely not simple.

Unsurprisingly, this wedding was the grandest since the county was founded. The banquet lasted from morning to evening. With some drunkenness, Ji Zhi opened the door of the new house and saw many bright red wedding dresses. The word "happy" means "happy", and the bed curtain is also a festive red color.

And the bride, wearing a bright red wedding dress today, is sitting quietly by the bed, and a shy voice comes from under the hijab, "Xiao Ji, is it you..."

Ji Zhi had already answered this question with action. He gently picked up the iron scale next to him and took off his hijab.

Under the candlelight, the bride's face was covered with light rouge, or because she suddenly had no cover, she lowered her round chin out of shyness, and her eyes reflected the color of her wedding dress.

"Xiao Ji..." The voice was mixed with some flattery, and by some strange combination, Ji Zhi felt a little dazzled, and felt sour... because of the red eyes, because that voice, that face... gave him a familiarity that he had not seen for a long time. It seems like I saw 'strange' women from above...

This is a very strange feeling...but that's how he feels,

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, and it felt moist... as if... he was crying... crying...

Why, he didn't understand... It was as if, as if, he had owed many people.

"Xiao Ji..." An Queque lowered his head and noticed something unusual about him.

"It's okay, I'm just too excited..." Ji Zhi suppressed the emotions that came from nowhere.

"Let's have a drink at the bar."

This wedding seemed to be his long-cherished wish and obsession, and he didn't want to ruin it... After drinking the handover wine... the wedding was completed and the candles were blown out.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

Until, the next day, An Queque sat in front of the dressing table and tied up her hair. From now on, she was no longer a girl. Her husband's surname was Ji...

And Ji Zhi also worked hard to be a good husband. Even though the two of them lived a dull life after marriage, they were still very happy. They were a famous couple of gods and immortals.

As for An's father and An's mother, there is such a successful son-in-law who always holds his head high in the city. He often talks about so-and-so in their ears, holding his grandson in his arms and showing off to him every day.

Such an obvious hint made An Queque blush every time. However, time flies by and it has been many years since they got married. They still have no heirs.

Instead, in the torrent of time, many familiar faces left, such as Xing Juren, etc.

In the end, even An's father and mother passed away one after another with regrets. They all died without illness or disaster, and died in good health.

The saddest one is still An Queque.

Although the two of them did not accompany her during her childhood, it was decades ago, and they were her relatives after all.

During birth, old age, illness and death, Ji Zhu didn't know how to comfort her. All she could do was accompany her and was busy dealing with funeral arrangements. In a few years, she also got over the pain of losing her loved ones.

Later... they also had gray hair and were getting older.

In this world, no one seems to be able to retain time. This is an unstoppable thing. Year after year, they are really getting older and older, and they have all reached the age of 60.

Fortunately, time can kill many things, but emotions will not wear away after all. They accompany each other, grow old with each other, and are about to reach the end of their lifespans...

"Xiao Ji..." An Queque felt a little regretful and leaned on his shoulder,

"Huh?" Ji Zhi was also very old and seemed to have a premonition.

"I always feel the way you look at me..." None of that tenderness belongs to me...

As sharp as she is, how could she not notice it when we get along day and night? However, she was satisfied and slowly raised her palm, wanting to touch the cheek of the person next to her.

But for this young girl who once climbed mountains to collect herbs, such an action seemed to be very difficult.

Ji Qiu didn't know what she hadn't finished saying, so he leaned forward, wanting to hear her voice and feel the temperature of her palm, which was slowly getting colder.

But in the end, he didn't know what she wanted to say. Instead, her palm finally fell down because of weakness. However, he still leaned against her, with a gentle expression, as if she was still there, until,

He saw a black thread appear on his body,

He didn't know what it was... It seemed that An Queque also had it, but his black thread was lighter in color, but he probably had a premonition,

He was alone, dealing with the funeral, and sitting alone in front of the grave, looking down at himself,

The black thread was the same as when An Queque left,

"The line of life and death..." Ji Qiu felt as if he had seen such a black thread before. He stared at it for a long time, trying to recall it, and somehow he remembered it. , saying the name, it seemed to open the floodgates of memory, he seemed to remember a lot of things, a lot of things, and also remembered himself, he had experienced many times, such dreams, probably dozens of lives,

During this period, he played all kinds of people, he was a general, a teacher, an ordinary person, a vendor, many, many...

And every time when his life was in danger, he remembered nothing for the second time,

Now, I don’t know if it’s because he saw something familiar, he remembered...

“I... remembered, I’m not Ji Yu, I’m Ji Die...”

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