The soul travels through the eighteenth line, the female agent is killing crazy in the entertainment

Cheng Ling was shocked physically and mentally. She pushed Jiang Qilan but did not push him away.

Her face was pressed against his chest.

She spoke into his chest, her voice sounding muffled: "Brother Lan, do you...know what happened? Could it be that...what happened in the ancestral temple?"

Jiang Qilan let go of his hand, looked at Cheng Ling, and asked stupidly: "Are you real now? Or am I imagining it?"

Seeing him like this, Cheng Ling reached out and pinched the flesh on his waist and twisted it hard.

Jiang Qilan's eyes lit up instantly - ah! It hurts!

It’s not a dream, it’s not a dream!

Before Cheng Ling could say anything, he was hugged by him again.

"Ling'er, Lingling, Lingmei... I want to see you so much..."

"I have so many questions that I want to ask you."

"Tell me, how did you know that I was killed by...??"

"Tell me, in the continuous war, how did you lead a group of villagers who only know how to grow crops to win one beautiful victory after another?"

"Tell me, how many injuries have you received? Where are they? Does it hurt?"

"Tell me, why don't you hate me...don't you hate me for leaving you alone and facing everything terrible?"

"Tell me, what did those gangsters from the Freemasonry do to you to make you lose your memory? They said you received an electric shock to the head—"

"tell me……"

Jiang Qilan couldn't speak any more.

One, two, or three tears fell on Cheng Ling's short hair.

Cheng Ling felt his chest rising and falling.

Brother Lan, are you crying?

Cheng Ling's heartbeat trembled.

She suddenly bent her knees and broke away from his arms. Then she took a step back and looked at Jiang Qilan.

He is crying.

His eyelashes, as long as crow feathers, trembled slightly, and the ends of his eyes were red and moist, which was a cry of sadness and self-blame.

"Brother Lan, tell me, why are you sad?"

Tears were dripping down his cheeks.

Cheng Ling has seen many people cry.

But no one's tears could shock her so much.

Jiang Qilan's nasal voice was thick and his voice was hoarse: "I... am always not by your side. I always leave you alone, facing the wind and rain, facing the sword, facing the darkness..."

Cheng Ling hooked her hands around the back of Jiang Qilan's neck, stood on tiptoes, kissed his eyes, and said softly:

"Brother Lan, I am never alone."

"You've always been with me. It's just that you don't know."

"It's you who made me know this world, understand this world, and fall in love with this world."

"It was you who took the trouble to teach me how to read and write, teach me kung fu, teach me the art of war, and teach me how to behave in the world."

"It's you who cares about me, protects me, and protects me from wind and rain."

"It's you who is always thinking of me, even when I'm away on the battlefield. As long as I like to eat, you will tell me that you don't like it and give it all to me. As long as you come to me, you will always bring all kinds of snacks. Sometimes it’s a small jelly bean, sometimes it’s a piece of pancake filled with meat sauce...you never let me down.”

"You know that I hate female celebrities, I hate cooking, and I hate cleaning, so you shouldered the burden and even scolded those who criticized me in person."

"You tell me, people stand in the world for themselves and for their beliefs. Don't use your beauty to please others, don't care about other people's praise and praise, and just be yourself."

"You gave me the courage to face everything."

"You make me a better version of myself."

"You are the driving force that supports me to go on and live."

"You wrapped me up with the gentlest love - even in the difficult years later, you were always there. I know you are there. So, I am not afraid. I am not alone. I am not in pain."

"The things you taught me have allowed me to save many, many people. The faith you passed on to me has always been buried in my heart and supported me."

"Brother Lan, how can you say you'll leave me alone?"

The gentle evening breeze gently blew Cheng Ling's short hair and blew through Jiang Qilan's misty eyes.

The last bit of distance between souls disappeared - their souls, crossing thousands of rivers and mountains, finally touched each other.