When Xiuyuan pulled the rush to leave quickly, he didn't dare to look back. He was afraid of seeing the lost eyes of his father and mother. This time, his hands were tightly clenched.

Wang couldn't help but lean on Maochun and cried loudly, "Master--How can you let Xiuyuan and the fox demon go, Master--"

Maochun held his wife's shoulders and his eyes were wet, "Believe him, I should give him some time to solve some problems by himself. I think he will come back when he knows their differences."

Wang still couldn't stand it, so he lay on her husband's shoulder and cried loudly. Butler Li looked at the back of Young Master Xiuyuan as he left, and closed his eyes as if he remembered Maolian. It would be great if Maolian could be like him at that time.

Buyu followed Xiuyuan and walked all the time. No one stopped. She didn't know what Xiuyuan was thinking. He held his hand toughly. Buyu knew that this would be a torture for Xiuyuan. He was alone, but what he wanted to abandon was the entire family.

"Cultivation of Restoration--" Buyu suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward. Cultivation did not turn around. Buyu slowly walked over and held Cultivation of Restoration from behind, "I'm sorry."

Xiuyuan met her hands from the front, "Don't say that. From today on, no one will easily say these three words, no one will say sorry, no one will do this."

Her heart was as hard as a knife, and she nodded and couldn't speak.

"You promised me that you can be a monster without murderous thoughts?" Xiu Yuan said this slowly. The voice came from the bottom of his heart. He was stunned for a moment, then she turned around and looked directly at Xiu Yuan's eyes. It was a pair of bottomless eyes. He had never been so deep, with magic that made people fall into an inexhaustible way.

He nodded solemnly, "I promise you."

Xiuyuan's eyes were half-hung, with loss and reluctance, and helplessness in life. He chose to hold his unswerving hand, which meant he had to give up many responsibilities that he should have shouldered. Xiuyuan hugged him unswervingly, and he buried his head in his unswerving hair, and the familiar fragrance came to his face.

Unswervingly brought Xiuyuan to a place where there were birds singing and flowers, and the tranquility that was rare in the world. It was a sea of ​​flowers in the grass. The flowers were about to fade away. Unswervingly use magic power to water them day and night to maintain their lives and resist the cold autumn.

"I don't know when they can live, I'm just trying my best to maintain it." Unwind, he lowered his head and stroked the flowers under his feet, and the three thousand black hairs drooped. She stared at the flowers in her hand, just like the happiness in front of her, and it came very quickly and was too illusory, for fear that she would disappear in a blink of an eye. She was afraid that she would not be able to grasp it in a dream.

The two of them lay on the grass, holding hands, looking up at the sky with their heads raised, and the floating clouds were like changing fairies.

Unswervingly closed his eyes, "Cultivate fate, I have nothing but you."

Xiu Yuan also closed his eyes, and he slowly opened it, with a trace of light in his eyes, "I know."

"I'm afraid this is a dream, I'm afraid that I'll wake up, I'm afraid that I will go back five hundred years ago, and I'll be in endless longing and waiting. Every night, I hold a candle, sit in the mountain stream, sit in a stone cave, look at the dark night, wait for a touch of orange and red in the sky, wait for it to shine into my eyes, I think, where are you?"

There was a trace of clear tears in the corner of my eyes. I don’t know how many times the tears have shed, and finally this time I have a home.

The tears flowed down his unswerving cheeks into the sea of ​​flowers. There was a cycle of reincarnation between Xiuyuan's eyebrows that had been silent for five hundred years. He pointed his index finger at his eyebrows for five hundred years. For a mortal, it seemed that he could not understand the meaning of time. But at this moment, he seemed to be able to see that scene through unswerving words, in the mountain stream, in the stone cave, in the twilight, in the dark night, under the morning light, the lonely white clothes were sitting there quietly.

Xiu Yuan turned his head and looked at the unwavering and beautiful side face, which was enough to make people, both men and women, obsessed with it.

Buyu also turned his head, looked at Xiuyuan, and smiled faintly. She reached out to touch Xiuyuan's face. The skin that the fingertips were about to touch was fair and transparent in the sun. Xiuyuan also stretched out his hands to touch the Unswerving fingertips until the two hands were held together, and no one wanted to separate them.

"From the first time I met you, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I had known each other for a long time-" Xiu Yuan looked at Buyu's face, and his eyes clearly reflected himself, "I don't know why, but when I saw you, I felt inexplicably heartbroken. Since then, this feeling has increased."

He approached Xiuyuan without hesitation, and his head gently pressed against his.

"I think it's probably because we've known each other for five hundred years." Xiu Yuan stretched out his fingers to the sun, and the sunlight shot out from his five fingers and hit the two people's faces.

Unswervingly smelled the smell of Xiuyuan, "For five hundred years, I am willing to wait for today."

She smiled intoxicatingly, and Xiuyuan gently kissed her like water on her forehead.

Li's family

This family is unprecedentedly quiet. My cousin was going to take Yiliang to say goodbye, but he didn't expect that Yiliang, who had been missing for two days, would fall asleep as soon as he came back, and ignored him, and did not care about what happened in the house. He went back to the room and locked himself up.

The most common thing Maochun did was to look lonely in the courtyard at the sky exposed in the four corners of the courtyard. Wang couldn't get upset and was bedridden with tears.

The Li family seemed to have lost their souls, and only Butler Li supported the daily affairs of this family.

Yiliang didn't know how long he had slept. After he opened his eyes, he fell asleep again, woke up and fell asleep again, until he could no longer close his eyes. He sat up with his covered head. The energetic and proud boy, Yiliang, disappeared.

Yiliang looked at the painting on the table, and it was unswerving. The woman in the painting still showed a beautiful smile. He was so sad that he could not look at the picture. He covered himself with a quilt, cried and made a fuss in the quilt, venting everything.

Until he was exhausted, Yi Liang looked at the curtain above his head and stared blankly.

Long Buyu, you are a monster. You lied to me and sarcastically. You are a complete fox demon. You harmed people a lot. You insulted my feelings. You also let my self-esteem be hurt so hard that there is nowhere to hide. The most important thing is that after you hurt me like this, you still stole my heart.

Yiliang sat up, he couldn't continue like this, he couldn't make himself as if he was dead.

The two people in the sea of ​​flowers lie down to sit up, stand in the sea of ​​flowers, in the mountain stream, holding Xiuyuan's hand unswervingly, to every place she would come when she missed him, telling the memories of each place, Xiuyuan listened quietly, he looked at the scenery and felt the unswervingly at that time.

Buyu and Xiuyuan are like this, without stopping. They are sometimes quiet and sometimes laughing. Buyu has never spoken like this, as if they have enough of what they want to say in the past five hundred years at once.
Chapter completed!