The wrong birth of three lives and three worlds

"Hahahaha, Yang Yeming, stop making trouble..." Smiling and dodging his outstretched hand, the white clothes were covered with yellow leaves, and fell to the ground when he got up.

"Yao Wang, Yao Wang," he looked at him, grabbed his hand and pulled it into his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, his nose smelled of herbs, "I'm gone, you must take care of me." Myself, take medicine and eat well, and when I come back, I will raise myself fat and healthy, do you hear me?"

The person in his arms turned and threw him down with a smile, sat on him, lowered his head and bit the corner of his lips lightly, "Yang Yeming, you are so nagging."

He helplessly brushed the yellow leaves off his head, "Don't interrupt, did you hear me?"

He lowered his head and bit him again, "Take your medicine and eat well, so you don't worry?"

He looked at him and nodded, he smiled and picked up the yellow leaves beside him, and gently put them on his chest, "Okay, let's exchange, I will listen to your words so you don't get sick, you listen to my words and come back safely, okay?" General Yang?"

He smiled and said yes, but his complexion slowly changed, his eyes were fixed on him, and he pointed to the leaf on his chest and said, "It has heard it all, you can't break your promise."

He stuffed the leaves into the clothes on his chest, "Okay, I will never break my promise."

He lowered his head and kissed him gently, trembling eyelashes, and the warm tip of his tongue slid over his thin lips over and over again, "And my heart... I took it away, remember to bring it back to me."

He put his arms around his waist, entangled his tongue, and his mouth was filled with the astringent taste of medicine, but when he swallowed it, it turned into a sweet "...well..."

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"Yao Wang, I dreamed about you last night. I dreamed that when I first met you, I accidentally ruined your painting. You cried so sadly. Your clothes were wet with tears. I couldn't coax you at all. Okay, heh... I've been in your hands since then, now that I think about it, the thing I'm most afraid of in my life is actually seeing you cry..."

"Yao Wang, I miss you. I think back to that year, when I said I wanted to marry you, you chased me for three blocks. Hahahaha, I miss you like I am a martial artist, but I am so powerless to you." The people in the family can't help it, hey...it's all because of your strict family education..."

"You are not in good health. I often make medicinal meals for you. I still remember your pouted expression of disgust. You pursed your lips and said, "Oh, it's so delicious, but in the end I finished it all..."

"I still think of the way you wore the red wedding dress on the day we got married. That look...I'm afraid I will never forget it in the next life, and what's more...the next day when you served tea to your parents, it was even more beautiful than the wedding dress Red cheeks... tsk tsk tsk...it's over...you must have tricked me, otherwise why would you be so full of heart and mind..."

"Yao Wang, when the leaves turn yellow again next year... I think I'll be back... I'll resign when I come back. I won't go there, but I'll stay with you. Do you agree or not?"

"...Yao Wang...I miss you so much..."

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The wind blew through the doors and windows, and the candles on the table flickered, but were suddenly blown out by a gust of wind outside the window, and the room was plunged into darkness. The moonlight outside shone on the face of the man beside the table On his body, he added a bit of decisiveness to his sharp eyebrows and eyes, "Have the reinforcements arrived yet?"

"...Go back to the general, it's not here yet..."

The man clenched his fist slightly, and picked up the sword beside the table, "Hold it to me, and I won't let them break the city even if they die."

"Yes."

The man stood up slowly, and reached out to grab the armor next to him. A leaf inside dangled and fell on the table. The man put on the armor and stuffed the leaf into his chest...

The torch under the city gate dyed the man's eyes red, and he beckoned, and the people below immediately went to prepare the horses. He turned and went down, and the armor made a tooth-sickness rubbing sound as he walked.

The man got on his horse, looked at the soldiers behind him, his eyes slowly turned red, his hand with the sword burst into veins, he pulled the rein, and stabilized the restless horse, the gate in front of the city opened slowly, and he slowly Withdrawing the sword slowly, the thin lips parted lightly, firm and decisive.

"kill."

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The wind was very strong, and he was a little tired. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He was so tired that he collapsed when he opened his eyes. His breathing sounded like a broken bellows. He struggled to get up. I...he is waiting for me..."

There are corpses all over the mountains, and there is a stench in his nose. He squirmed slowly while leaning on the sword, and the blood on his body dripped all the way, and every step was a bloody footprint. "I can't die...I can't die..."

The corpse under his feet tripped him, and he struggled for a long time but couldn't get up again. He breathed heavily, the sky was covered by thick fog and turned dark gray. The teardrops, the crystal clear tears and the blood and mud on his cheeks slowly became dirty "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm going to break my promise..."

"Yao Wang... Yao Wang..." His hands hang down weakly, his chest heaves rapidly, the light in his eyes is getting darker and darker, the strong wind blows away the leaves in his hands, and also the last bit of sound... …

Only the sound of the wind... woo woo woo... Listen, does it sound like someone is crying...

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"Wang'er, let's go back..." The old woman walked up to him tremblingly, her voice trembling slightly, "Come back tomorrow, okay?"

"Mother, he said he would come back," the man stretched his neck and looked at the city gate. "I'll wait a little longer, and I'll be back in a while."

The old woman turned sideways and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "But it's time for you to take your medicine."

He turned around with a broken face, "Okay, I'll come back after taking the medicine," and went to support the old woman, "Mom, do you think he will be happy to see me so good when he comes back?"

"……meeting……"

"Hey, when he comes back and sees me, he will definitely be shocked."

"……meeting……"

"Mom...why hasn't he come back yet? He said he will come back when the leaves are yellow..."

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Frost and snow fall all over the head, which can be counted as white head.

The author has something to say: This chapter comes from Xue Zhiqian's [Yellow Maple Leaf]