I Always Get Pushed Back

"Master An Zhen is Qing Ji, the Qing Ji who wants to be with you forever."

Without hesitation, Wang Chuan turned around and hugged Qing Ji tightly in his arms.

..............

In the secret that Wang Chuan didn't know, many heroic spirits laughed without warning.The smile is as bright and satisfying.

Chapter of Sickness Talisman ([-])

According to legend, the land of China has a mysterious and powerful protector.

She has white hair and red pupils, and she wears a robe of blazing fire, and she walks among the white clouds;

Perhaps in the world, the most conclusive evidence of the existence of the Chiyuan Immortal is that long ago, when the Western Goddess of Destiny Karen led her troops to invade the land of Shenzhou, the Chiyuan Immortal appeared and repelled the invaders with her own power stop.

However, to this day, Immortal Chiyuan has disappeared, and everything about her seems to have become a real, ethereal legend.

For the land of China, Immortal Chiyuan is their patron saint, a patron saint that is only passed down in legends today.

"........."

Fu Hua looked at everything in front of him silently, but felt the feeling of being out of place and being rejected.

Now she has lost her immortal body and lost most of her strength, and now she has no ability to become the patron saint of China.

She has experienced too much and has forgotten too much.

Such important friends in life, such colors, such experiences are gradually dimmed and forgotten with the passage of time.

Indistinctly, the only thing Fu Hua can remember is the one that makes him feel extremely important and worthy of all the promises he made - to protect the safety of the land of Shenzhou.

This promise is like engraved on her body, on her skin, and the imprint in her heart is hard to forget deep in her heart.

Seeing the gloomy and rainy sky, Fu Hua who was in the tea house quietly took a sip of the green tea in front of him, then got up silently.

Because he is already a frequent visitor here, after a little gesture with Xiaoer, Fu Hua picked up his oil-paper umbrella, wearing this light blue cheongsam, and walked gently into the rainy, faintly visible place. In the streets, in the alleys.

As if affected by the low and rainy weather, Fu Hua's mood also became melancholy.

I don't know what to live for, but I want to protect China but I don't have that power.Without friends, living alone is incompatible with this world, and there is a slight sense of sadness and loneliness.Unexamined, living like a walking corpse every day,

Immortal Red Kite?

But that has nothing to do with me, Fu Hua.

This kind of Fu Hua walked in the lonely alley holding an oil-paper umbrella with a little sadness that belonged to oriental women, just like the euphemistic woman in the ink painting.

It's just that she doesn't know that she has attracted someone's attention.

It's like a poem and a painting. In this rainy alley, Wang Chuan saw such a girl.

It's not lust caused by hormone secretion, nor is it because of curiosity about an unfortunate person who looks so sad, maybe it's because of the doomed fate in fate.

Oddly enough, Wang Chuan stopped and turned around when he passed by the ethereal and boundless woman who walked out of ancient poems and paintings.

"Um...how are you?"

Turning around and looking at Fu Hua, he seemed to hesitate for a moment because he didn't know how to greet such a woman. In the end, Wang Chuan chose an ordinary and seemingly bad beginning.

"Ok?"

The beautiful eyebrows had a slight curvature, and Fu Hua took advantage of his oil-paper umbrella to half-cover his face, in such a hazy and mysterious mist, and cast his gaze on Wang Chuan.

I turned to this stranger who broke into my sight for the first time in a long time.

As if shocked by such Fu Hua, Wang Chuan suddenly lost his voice when he looked at the face that seemed to have lost his spirit due to melancholy.

But he finally gave the story a start.

"That...... May I ask the girl's name?"

"......"

Being silent, such a silent Fu Hua made Wang Chuan a little embarrassed and flustered.It seemed that Wang Chuan felt like a clown trying to make fun of the girl in front of him.

Feeling like retreating a bit in my heart, and seemed a little panicked, Wang Chuan continued to say this.

"If you don't want to, girl, you don't have to tell me your name, it's fine haha..."

"My name is Fu Hua, please remember."

It seemed that it was because this was a rare gleam of color in his silent life. Looking at Wang Chuan like this, Fu Hua's sad heart was suddenly soothed.

'What about interesting people. 'This is Fu Hua's initial evaluation of Wang Chuan.

It is also where the story begins.

After the short initial period, it seemed like in a simple love story. After the beginning, the two experienced such many encounters and coincidences as if because of unspeakable fate.

In such a coincidence, both Wang Chuan and Fu Hua inevitably had the idea of ​​"she/he likes me?" After all, there are so many coincidences, it seems that they can only be intentional.

For Wang Chuan, he was just such a self-deprecating guess.He didn't think that he could make a woman like Fu Hua fall in love at first sight, even though he had an extremely beautiful skin.As for Fu Hua, she felt that she didn't seem to hate this feeling.

There are too many coincidences, and I gradually get used to it, and it seems to have become an indispensable part of life.Even without it, people will feel unexpectedly uncomfortable.

At least, when Fu Hua discovered that he had slowly accepted the existence of Wang Chuan by his side, just like the friends who existed by his side a century or a long time ago.She wanted to refuse, because Fu Hua really didn't want to experience the pain of being shattered by time for the memory of important people.

However, Fu Hua found that he couldn't do it.