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"Yin Yin, I'm sorry." The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was pulling it out of his throat with difficulty.

Yin Yin turned his head, the man turned his back to her, sat on the chair, smoking one cigarette after another, his back was hunched, and he could vaguely see a touch of gray in his hair, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Looking back, Yin Yin looked calm: "You should say this to my mother."

After all, leave without hesitation.

Yao Qiu was the only one left in the room. He sat in the shadows, his body trembled violently, the smoke fell to the ground, and he whimpered and cried in a low voice.

Yin Yin, who left the village, suddenly felt a pull, and the phone vibrated...

......

On the Loveless Cliff, around the Caolu, clusters of gardenias are in full bloom, white as snow, and like a white blanket spread on the grass.

The flower language of gardenia: waiting for a lifetime, eternal love.

The man held the hoe and swung it downwards, probably because of lack of strength, and failed to dig up the soil a few times before. For fear that the hoe would come off without the strength in his hand, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out. With just a few efforts, he panted low, and his thin face, which was originally pale, turned a little paler.

"Master Hou, let Xiao Xiao help you." Awen looked on.

"You go, I'll come by myself." The man said weakly, raised his head, and looked at Awen with bloodshot eyes, but the latter turned around helplessly and left.

The man lifted his breath and dug a hole the size of a palm or two, which took him a quarter of an hour.

The hoe fell to the ground, and he lost his strength and fell to the ground without any image. He was always happy and clean, as if he couldn't see the dirt stained on his robe.

After a while, he buried the gardenia seedlings in the pit with both hands.

He took out a dagger from his arms, it was sharp and exuded a cold light, and there was a faint trace of blood.

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, only to see that the arms that should have been strong and strong had long since been skinny. They were densely covered with tiny wounds, old and new. shocking.

Looking closely, the man's fingers and palms were also covered with wounds.

Picking up the dagger, he slashed another small knife on his arm. The blood droplets fell on the roots of the gardenia, which were instantly absorbed. The wilted gardenia seedlings seemed to have suddenly been nourished and revitalized again.

The man's expression remained unchanged, as if he could not feel the pain, he threw the dagger away, held the soil in both hands, and buried the gardenia.

He put his hands on the ground, got up with difficulty, and staggered out.

......

"Master, it is now the eighty-hundred and tenth gardenia, can we open the altar?" Wei Pang was supported by Awen and asked the old man in front of him.

The old man pointed and counted: "Yes, Lord Hou, the poor Dao can open the altar immediately, but the only thing that the poor Dao can attract is the soul of the lady."

"No problem, just one time, just let me see Yinyin again." Probably because he was too excited, a faint blush appeared on his face, who had little energy.

Just as a drowning man finds duckweed, there is light in his eyes.

"In this case, Pindao immediately opened the altar."

"well......"

"Master Hou, the master still needs to prepare, or you go to rest for a while, the little one is here to help you watch." Awen supported Wei Pang, who was on the verge of collapse.

Wei Pang shook his head: "No, I want to watch it here. What if I miss it." He finally waited for this opportunity, and he must not miss it.