Xie Xuan felt that the sunshine in Leizhou was dazzling.

A Miao, who only slept for two hours a day and had the rest of her time working, was sweating happily under the scorching sun.

He stood on the ridge of the field, his black clothes were even more dull than Guixu.

Hello, today is your birthday.

He held the gourd and felt the green and heavy pressing hand.

If, at that time, he had not gone to Zhong's house and ignored A Miao, would things not have become like this today? If, that day, in the snow, he did not reach out to wipe the snow on her hair, would he not need to hesitate today?

The girl who could see the god struggled alone and lived to the age of seventeen, but fate still didn't want her to continue growing up.

A Miao in the flower field, as usual, rolled up her sleeves and buried her head in her work.

The wind blew over, warm and gently lifted her bangs. Under her black hair, a white and smooth forehead was exposed. The fine beads of sweat gathered, condensed, and rolled down from above.

It seemed to flow into her eyes, and she suddenly stopped and raised her hand to rub it.

But her hands were still covered with black mud.

Xie Xuan subconsciously walked towards her, but when he got closer, his body stiffened, and he whispered: "Amiao?"

The dirty black mud was stained with the girl's sweaty face.

She didn't hear him or see him coming.

He was standing next to her, but she didn't know at all.

Xie Xuan's voice trembled slightly, and he cried again: "Amiao? Why don't you speak? Are you angry? I asked you to be a slave in the capital before, but didn't you laugh and say you want to smash my head with silver?"

He gently touched A Miao's shoulder.

The clothes that were washed to the point of fading and whiteness cut their hands like a knife.

"Amiao, you talk..." He murmured, standing in front of Amiao, there was a lotus-colored bud that bloomed like jade, and he accidentally stepped on it under his feet.

A Miao exclaimed, threw down the flower hoe in her hand, bent over and looked up.

In her eyes, there were only crooked plants.

The flower named "Li Yu" was cultivated by her. Not to mention Leizhou, even if you look at the entire Dayue, there is no flower the same.

At only seventeen years old, she is already a famous flower farmer in Leizhou.

No one expected that she would have died when she was eight years old. If she hadn't happened to see Xie Xuan, nine years later, if there was a tomb, the grave would have been covered with weeds.

She reached out to support Si Yuhua, but didn't notice that Xie Xuan's feet were next to her.

The man in black holding a green gourd, his face became whiter and whiter.

Why can't she see me?

His mind was filled with this sentence, buzzing and terrifyingly clamoring.

Those two times, when A Miao's name was crossed out in the Book of Life and Death, he did not want to save her, but he just stood there, said something to her, sweep away the snow piled up on her head, and she survived.

Today, he didn't want to take her soul away, but she couldn't see him anymore.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Xie Xuan reached out to grab her wrist. She clearly grabbed it, but she was still unconscious. He wanted to pull her up and look at her eyes, but couldn't pull her.

He had clearly been thinking that the next time, the red mark of cinnabar appeared in the Book of Life and Death, he would take away her soul without saying a word.

Why, after nine years, God wants her to die?

Even three years ago or two years ago, he could watch her die.

But now, he can't do it.

Suddenly, A Miao stood up and covered her heart.

Her face gradually turned blue, like pastries that had been placed in the air for a long time, eroded by mold spots little by little, from snow-white and soft to stiff and black.

That is...an unlucky color.

Xie Xuan loosened his hand, and the green gourd fell heavily into the flowers.

He wanted to go up and help her, but this time he couldn't even touch her.

What to do? A Miao is going to die.

He watched her fall, and his old but neat dress was stained with mud.

The red Li Zhu mole struggled and surged at his fingertips. At that moment, he seemed to go crazy. He connected her life to himself before Ah Miao died.

As long as he does not die, A Miao will not die.

Her name disappeared from the Book of Life and Death.

In Leizhou in the afternoon, a cloud of clouds floated and rained.

The cold water drops hit the girl's dirty face. She opened her eyes and frowned: "Xie Xuan?"

The young man in black stood in the rain, dripping from the ends of his hair by the heavy rain.

He lowered his head, looked at her with a faint expression, and said, "You look so dirty..."

A Miao took a breath, wiped her face, and sat up from the ground: "Why are you here? I just seemed..." It seemed like something, A Miao suddenly couldn't remember it.

It seems like a piece of my mind is empty.

The memory like white paper, no drop of ink fell on it.

She only remembered that she was going to the tailor shop to get clothes, but it was still early and the weather was good, so she took a flower hoe and went out to work. Why did it rain heavily in the sky in a blink of an eye?

When did Xie Xuan come?

She stood up in a daze and was about to ask him, but she saw him turn around and take out a small green gourd from the flowers.

With a "ding" in her mind, she asked in the rain: "Is it time?"

From the time she first met him, she knew that she was a short-lived person.

But Xie Xuan put away the gourd and turned around and said, "It's still early."

The two light words were quickly broken by raindrops.

That evening, A Miao went to get a brand new Liuxian skirt. She cooked a few dishes for herself, both meat and vegetables, and ate very well. At night, the moon rose, and she opened the window and let the moonlight sprinkle in like silver frost, making the room like daytime.

The second, third, fourth year...

In the fifth year, she should be twenty-two years old.

A matchmaker came to her and wanted to tell her to kiss her. As soon as she met, she said, "Oh my God, Miss A Miao, you look clearly a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old."

She is so tender, but she doesn't look like a person in her twenties at all.

She laughed when she heard this, thinking that this woman is worthy of being a matchmaker and is born with a sweet mouth. But she is not interested in getting married at all.

Otherwise, she should have gotten married a few years ago.

A girl who is still not married in her twenties is not a common person in Dayue.

She smiled and declined the matchmaker.

When the long-faced woman heard this, she immediately said, "Miss A Miao, it's not me that I said you. Although you were young, you probably had several children in your age!"

A Miao laughed and agreed a few words and sent her out.

She also wants to ask, Miss A Miao, to be honest, do you have a lover?

Upon hearing this, A Miao smiled and shook her head, closing the door.

The woman didn't give up: "Tell me, I'll talk to you!"

A Miao stood behind the door, looked up at the gloomy sky, and remembered Xie Xuan's black clothes.

Tell me? She can't tell me if she is alive.

With a bitter smile, A Miao turned around and returned to the room.

She hasn't seen Xie Xuan in half a year.
Chapter completed!