Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

This was the first time Jiang Wan saw this residence deep in the mountains.

When she saw the scene in front of her, her eyes suddenly lit up. A row of neatly arranged cabins faced north and south. In front of the cabins was a courtyard wall surrounded by a fence dotted with morning glories. Flowers of various colors competed for beauty in the courtyard and outside the courtyard, as if she had accidentally entered a fairy tale world.

He showed her where they would live in the future.

Jiang Changning pushed open one of the doors and told her that this was the study prepared for her.

There are several bookshelves in the room filled with books.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table by the window.

Jiang Wan asked this man, who still looked young, to stand under the apricot tree in the yard.

The apricot blossoms had already withered, and there were many fruits on the trees in this season. A still green apricot hit him on the head, and he covered his head and looked up in confusion.

As Jiang Wan started writing, his vivid and lively appearance came to life on the paper.

Jiang Wan waved her hand and asked him to come into the room, and showed him the painting she had made.

He looked again and again with joy in his eyes.

The precious ones are put away.

In addition to learning to read, he thought he could also learn to paint from her.

Unfortunately, he has no talent for painting.

He let Jiang Wan sit in the yard and painted for a long time. The people in his paintings were developing in an uncontrollable direction. Jiang Wan walked closer and leaned on the window to look inside. After seeing his masterpiece, she really couldn't praise it.

Those who know him would think he is drawing himself, while those who don’t would think he is just drawing ghost characters.

……

Here it seemed as if they were the only two left in the world.

Jiang Changning was truly as reckless as a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

He would take Jiang Wan to the river to fish.

He would also take her deeper into the jungle, looking for pheasants and catching rabbits as if on an expedition.

When he saw blooming flowers, he would pick them, weave them into beautiful wreaths, and put them on the top of his sweetheart's hair.

Jiang Wan would draw a portrait of him every now and then, and he would place each one carefully.

He practiced calligraphy with Jiang Wan.

Often, as I write, the word [Wan Wan] appears all over the paper.

He did not feel embarrassed. Instead, holding the rice paper with her name on it, he expressed his deep love to her and said that his mind was filled with her.

Jiang Wan smiled and called him a fool, but she still held his cheek and stood on tiptoe to touch her lips.

At this time he immediately leaned down to make it easier for her to be intimate with him.

……

There are many good things, but of course there are also some bad things.

For example, when it comes to eating.

After Jiang Wan tasted the delicious meal he had carefully prepared, she decisively asked him to stay away from the kitchen.

The two have a clear division of labor.

Jiang Wan cooked while he washed the pots and dishes.

Jiang Wan cooked while he washed clothes and swept the floor.

Jiang Wan cooked while he chopped wood and fetched water.

In short, he can do all the housework except cooking.

He's wasting food by doing this.

……

The relaxed and pleasant days passed by quickly, and they could not tell the passage of time from each other's faces. When the system reminded her that she had to leave in three days, Jiang Wan realized that they had spent more than ten years here.

As his life enters the countdown, it is natural to tell him in advance and explain his funeral arrangements to him, so that he won’t be completely at a loss as to what to do when he opens his eyes one day and finds that he is no longer breathing.

Jiang Wan told him. He was stunned for a moment, but after he came to his senses, he didn't look that sad anymore.

Jiang Wan probably understood why he could accept it so easily.

For him, perhaps it is a better choice to hold on to a glimmer of hope.

Jiang Wan hugged him tightly: "Live a good life."

He nodded heavily.

But my mind is drifting far away.

I don’t know what Wanwan will look like after becoming a ghost?

Just like himself before, transforming from a ball of black mist into a human form?

Even if Wanwan is a ball of black mist, she is still the most beautiful existence.

I don’t know whether Wanwan is willing to be a ghost with him. If not, they will just hold hands and reincarnate together.

Isn't it often said in storybooks that when a person dies he will cross the Naihe Bridge? There is a Meng Po at the end of the Naihe Bridge. If one drinks Meng Po soup, he will forget his past and be able to be reincarnated.

He should drink less then.

Wanwan came to find him in this life, and he will find Wanwan in the next life.

During these three days, Jiang Changning followed Jiang Wan closely during the day and did not sleep at night.

After he realized that the person next to him had no breath, he waited anxiously for her soul to appear.

He used magic to keep her body from decaying and waited day after day.

The seventh day is the day when the soul returns.

But he still didn't see Wanwan.

Only then did he panic.

Jiang Changning rushed into the room and rummaged through the drawers to find what he was looking for.

Finally, he found the talisman he wanted in a wooden box in the corner, in a tattered purse.

He lit the talisman.

After waiting for a long time, one day, the person who gave me this talisman came to visit.

He no longer had that innocent and naive nature, and like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, he urgently asked her why he couldn't find Wanwan's soul.

Xie Qiaoyi performed the ritual.

She told him with regret that she couldn't find it either.

Maybe she had already been reincarnated.

His back suddenly bent down and he murmured in confusion.

reincarnation……

Can't see her anymore?

Xie Qiaoyi didn't say anything about sending him away.

He took a deep look at the body on the bed that was not breathing, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and chose to leave...

Jiang Changning stopped her and asked her if she blamed him for his previous outspokenness. He knelt down to apologize to her and begged her to let him meet Jiang Wan.

Xie Qiaoyi's tears seemed to never stop wiping away, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

"I understand." Jiang Changning finally accepted the fact. He took out a lot of gold, silver and jewelry from the room and looked at her with empty and numb eyes. "Can you please take me away?"

Xie Qiaoyi looked at him intently for a few seconds, then nodded with red eyes.

"Then please wait for me for two days. I will bury Wanwan, and then you can send me away."

He moved like a puppet, digging a hole under the apricot tree stiffly.

After digging the pit, he remembered that there was no coffin yet.

He cut down some trees.

It was my first time making a coffin and it turned out a bit ugly.

But it doesn’t matter, Wanwan will definitely not dislike what he makes.

There are also spirit tablets.

Jiang Changning used a carving knife to carve out his wife's spirit tablet.

You're dirty.

He returned to his room and changed into the wedding clothes they had worn at their wedding.

Jiang Changning kissed the bride on the bed, carefully picked her up and put her into the coffin, then took out his own body and placed it next to her.

What a tiny skeleton.

What a pity, his soul is growing, but his bones will never grow up.

The spirit tablets of both of them were placed in there together.

The paintings that Jiang Wan drew for him also need to be included.

He lay beside Jiang Wan, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips, and hunched over, trying to get close to her.

If I had known earlier... I should have talked to her more at that time...

He had said at the beginning that after they got married, they would lie in the same bed during their lifetime and in the same coffin after their death.

She never breaks her word on what she promised herself.

Naturally, I have to do what I promised her.

When the ritual ended, his soul turned into stars and dissipated in the wind.

Xie Qiaoyi closed the coffin and sealed the soil for them.

She placed the flowers she had picked on their graves and lit a stick of incense.

The wine was poured on the grave.

She thought, maybe one day they could really meet again!