These are feudal superstitions!

"Brother, I don't blame you."

Hearing those words again, Rong Gui roared, trying to grab the boy's hand, but he could only watch him being swallowed by the sealing formation.

"Sound!"

ギリギリeye——

Rong Gui turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone, looked at the modern-style rooms around him, and was really taken aback.

Has he traveled to some other space?

Ronggui blinked his eyes.

"Ah Gui! Get up quickly! How many times do I have to say it? It's almost seven o'clock and you have 15 minutes until class!!" A loud female voice came from outside the door, full of anger.

Rong Gui tidied himself up in seconds and pushed open the door.

"mom?"

Who else could the middle-aged woman in front of her be besides her own mother?

"What year and date is it today?" Rong Gui asked seriously.

Mother Rong: "... Did the car accident knock you stupid last time?" Then she came to touch her son's forehead.

car accident?

Rong Gui's pupils shrank suddenly, he traveled through time after a car accident, could it be... that was just a dream?

Qisheng...is it a dream?

"Hey, hey, why are you so youthful? Take your eggs and fill the pancakes. You have been waiting outside in a low voice for a long time." Mother Rong pressed a pancake into Ronggui's hand, urging.

"Whisper?" Rong Gui blinked, with an innocent and bewildered expression on his face.

"...Did you get confused after sleeping? Last car accident, if he hadn't called the first aid in time and gave you first aid measures, you would have disappeared!" Although he said so, he still tried to worry. Take body temperature.

"Oh." Rong Gui suddenly felt very tired, took the egg pancake, and walked out the door, "Don't worry, I just had a...some sad dream."

Qisheng, is it a dream?

Those days spent together day and night, those things running around, the exciting life of cultivating immortals...

However, it is better to be a dream, so that he will not really lose his voice.

"Senior?"

The gentle and pleasant male voice came to his ears, and Rong Gui froze in place immediately, like a lightning strike, he raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the young man's face in front of him.

His brows are curved, his young and handsome face is full of sunshine, those clear and clear eyes, Rong Gui will never forget.

"Zhao Qisheng?" The voice was trembling and excited.

"Yeah, hurry up, senior, or you'll be dragged into being late again. Although I'm a disciplinary committee member, it seems like I've been violating school rules." Zhao Qisheng patted the back seat of the bicycle.

Rong Gui jumped into the car, finished the breakfast in three steps, ignored his oily hands, hugged Zhao Qisheng's waist tightly, put his face on his back, and took a deep breath.

It is a refreshing scent with sunshine.

"I had a dream." Rong Gui said in a muffled voice.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"A very happy, but very sad dream."

"Really? Am I there?"

"Well, you are my wife." Rong Gui distorted the facts without blushing.

"Oh, maybe you dreamed about our previous life, because I was your wife in the last life, so you are below in this life?" Zhao Qisheng's tone rose unconsciously, as if he was holding back a laugh.

"...Get out!" Rong Gui pinched his waist, humming: "I'm talking about business!"

"I made a mistake, please let me go..." Zhao Qisheng wept.

"Everyone we know is hostile." Rong Gui's voice lowered unconsciously, as if people could feel the sadness and unwillingness contained in his words: "Everyone is gone, some died, and some lived in seclusion."

"...Don't think so much, it's just a dream." Zhao Qisheng comforted.

"But... that dream is really real. I experienced everything in it and remembered most of the details." Rong Gui didn't know why, and now he just wanted to prove that the experience of that dream was real.

"I see." Zhao Qisheng smiled, "Maybe it's really the past life, tell me if you have time."

"immediately--"

"No, it's 7:06, so hurry up." Zhao Qisheng refused with a smile, and the corners of his mouth seemed to deepen a bit.

"Well, hurry up, Disciplinary Committee Member who is always late." Rong Gui teased.

"Who are you blaming?" Zhao Qisheng was amused, "Hold me tight to a certain culprit, I'm going to speed up."

"Yes." Rong Gui tightened his arms and leaned against Zhao Qisheng's back, contented.

In a direction he couldn't see, Zhao Qisheng raised the corners of his mouth and moved his lips, as if to say——

Thank you, Zixin.

"what do you want?"

"If there is an afterlife, I only want to get to know my senior brother."

"No other thoughts?"

"Being by his side is enough, as long as I can be by his side, I am willing to do anything."

"as you wish."

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The author has something to say:

I always feel that modern campus play is very exciting...

"Senior—"

"...Student...what are you going to do..."

I can say now - it's over!

Some little angels may think that the finale just entered the plot, is it too hasty? Well... Isn't my column called "Peninsula No. 44 Tea House"!

In terms of the ending, in the world of cultivating immortals, the two are considered tragic, but in modern times, the two are very sweet.

I don't care if it is called "BE" or "HE", this kind of ending is "ME", that is - middleending.

In my opinion, whether it is the he in be or the be in he, it is me.Because it's the first book, it's me.

#About Xinwen#

The final exam is about to enter, and the new pit will open in August, with three pits.

"How to Run a Blade Factory (That Day)" goes through the book West Fantasy.

"But I'm afraid of noodles." Salted eggs.

"Little Expert Destroying BE" fast travel.

Stay tuned!