Guan Fengyue bandaged Zhang Qian's wound in silence, and laughed at him: "Why are you in such a mess?"

"That monster has a lot of knowledge." The other party's eyes drifted, "But it seems that he doesn't want to entangle us, more like, he wants to be relieved."

Zhang Qian couldn't say clearly, maybe he was too tired, which made all his reactions much slower.

"Oh." Guan Fengyue raised the corners of her mouth, showing a gentle smile, "When are you leaving?"

"soon."

Zhang Qian stared at him, eyes flickering: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tease you."

"Fireflies are pretty." Guan Fengyue tied a bow on the wrist of the person in front of her as if playing a prank, and cried while smiling.

"I thought I'd never be inferior." He held the other's hand over his heart, "But why do I always have bad luck when I meet you?"

"Maybe I am reincarnated." Zhang Qian made a mild joke, leaned forward, and gently kissed the man's eyes.

I originally hoped that you would be happy forever, but when I saw you crying for me, I thought it was not bad.

Tong Xiaofei guarded the two people lying on the ground, holding the still warm heart in his hands, unexpectedly hesitating who to give it to.

Tu Ling leaned against the tree trunk and watched the reactions of the few people without saying a word. When parting, he was really fragile.

The red-feathered parrot hovered peacefully over the yard, and after a while, it landed. Tu Ling stretched out his hand without blinking, and lifted its body.

"The tip of the knife is sharp, be careful not to cut your feet."

She chanted softly, and the bird stood obediently in her palm, bent its neck, and combed its feathers.

Tu Ling stared at him steadfastly, and had a long conception of time for the second time.

The first time was in the blood hibiscus field.

She just wanted to find a place where no one was around, and have a good sleep. She didn't want to, but a human teenager disturbed her dream.

What kind of scene was that?

Tu Ling couldn't remember clearly, but he only remembered that it should be the first time he saw sunlight.

She is not different from Tong Xiaofei. She grew up in Taishan Mansion since she was a child. From the beginning of her own memory, there is only endless darkness by her side.So, when she turned into a red-feathered bird and flew out of the flower field, ready to teach this unexpected guest a lesson, she unexpectedly found that she was blind.

Suddenly losing her sense of direction, she rampaged until she crashed into the man's chest.

"Can't you see?"

The boy's voice was very clear, as clean as the morning stream, "Don't be afraid, I will cure you."

Tu Ling froze for a moment, and stood on his shoulder.

After a while, nine out of ten of her senses were restored, except that she still couldn't see.

Somewhat bad.

Tu Ling was very unhappy.

A pair of warm hands caressed her head, coaxing gently: "Good boy."

Human beings are really warm, Tu Ling thought so.

The boy went to the nearest town, bought some herbs, patiently ground them into powder, made ointment, and rubbed them on her eyes bit by bit.Tu Ling thought it was troublesome, so he gave him a hard peck.

"Did it hurt you?"

No.

Tu Ling didn't want to explain, so he jumped around twice, and was caught again, holding it in the palm of his hand: "The tip of the knife is sharp, be careful not to cut your feet."

She almost fell on the saber he had wiped just now.

Human beings are really weak, Tu Ling curled his lips, and his nose suddenly became sore.

"Do you remember me?" She asked the bird in front of her, but the bird just played and ignored it.

"That's right, it's strange to remember."

Tu Ling laughed at himself, the bird fluttered twice and fell to the ground.

Zhang Qian withdrew his hand and said in a low voice, "Okay, I still have something to do."

"Yeah." Guan Fengyue smiled, "I'll wait for you."

"Wait for what?"

"have a drink?"

Zhang Qian smiled and shook his head.

Guan Fengyue saw the fireflies all over the sky, and the evening wind blew up in the mountains. He finally realized that the so-called big formation of closing the mountains was just for today.

"Zhang Qian, did you think you would have today?"

The person in front of him blinked, and the stars in his eyes fell: "I know, you are very stubborn and proud, so I think this method should be better."

You can live recklessly without thinking about the consequences, I know how much you love those two children, and I know how afraid you are of being alone.I wanted to be as close to you as possible, but as a mortal, I cannot accompany you through the long years, so I can only send you my last blessing.If you can occasionally remember me in the days of joy or sorrow in the future, that is enough.

Many words came to Zhang Qian's mind, but he didn't say a word.

Not before, and not now.

Many feelings can only stay here.

Guan Fengyue suddenly hugged him and kissed him deeply.

The mountain wind blows, and the last stars are scattered.

"Zhang Qian, I lost."

Guan Fengyue looked at the drowsy Zhang Li, and was a little worried that that person didn't hear her last words.

He lost, starting from the day they met at Liuhe Ferry.

Tu Ling felt that no matter how slowly time went backwards, his memory was being tampered with.But she didn't do anything, she just held Luo Luo in her arms, quietly being a bystander.

The heart in Tong Xiaofei's hand disappeared, and she fell asleep.

So is Guan Fengyue.

Fu Qingzhu seems to be that meticulous archaeologist.

And Yin Ruohuai seemed to have returned to the past.

Tu Ling calculated in silence, Zhang Qian's ability is outstanding, so he reversed the time, erased this incident, and changed part of everyone's memory appropriately.But no matter how good he is, he is only a mortal after all, so after this, mistakes are bound to happen, and the price is bound to be heavy.

"It's gone to ashes—"

She sighed softly, looked up at the hazy dawn, and suddenly felt a sense of confusion in her heart.

Every human decision is unpredictable right or wrong, so what is the meaning of her existence as a god?Is it to right a wrong, to avoid a tragic end, or something else?

"As a god, just listen."

An old voice sounded in her ears, "Regret, pain, happiness, and happiness are all things that must be experienced in life. They make decisions and get results. We stand on the edge of life and death, and we can only watch. They come and go, cry, laugh, and experience another world."

"My lord, the little god doesn't understand."

Tu Ling stroked the bird in his arms and murmured, "But I don't want to stand by now, can I make my own choice?"

"can."

The old man agreed, "Don't worry about it, it's time for you to understand something."

"Thank you sir."

Tu Ling nodded, and with a flick of his sleeves, he covered up the bleak scene.

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