A certain attack stole the cabbage from Tiandi's house

Yes, parting kiss.Nangong Ling also made the same decision, choosing to break her dream after her birthday.

Li Xuehan didn't sleep much that night, she closed her eyes and opened them quickly.He waited for the streamer to recede, waited for the red cloud to reappear, waited for Nangong Ling to wake up, and tell him happy birthday.

This is the last time he will spend his birthday with Nangong Ling, I really can't bear it...

In the twilight of the morning, the fireflies hiding on the water lilies on the lake quietly receded, and Nan Gongling's long eyelashes trembled, slowly waking up.The little baby in his arms looked at him quietly like a kitten, with clean and innocent star-like eyes.I spent my breath for him last night, and his tired face and eye circles have been dispelled, but today his eyeballs are red again.

Nangong Ling wanted to ask him why he stayed up all night, but Li Xuehan spoke first and said, "Brother Ling, happy birthday."

Li Xuehan smiled, and the stars in his eyes became brighter.It's so beautiful, like glazed flowers under the sun, so dazzling.Nangong Ling looked at him with his head down, looking very carefully and earnestly. He wanted to engrave his most beautiful face in his heart and treasure it well.

After he finished washing, Li Xuehan took his cold hand to the kitchen and said that he would teach him how to make his favorite longan and white fungus soup.

Li Xuehan said that wax gourd strips, rock sugar, white fungus, longan, and lotus seeds should be put into the pot first. After the water boils, turn down the heat and simmer for an hour and a half. After the sweet soup thickens, add red dates and cook for half an hour. up.He said that there is no need to put too much wax gourd sticks, appropriate amount of lotus seeds and red dates. He also taught Nangong Ling to measure by hand. He grabbed half a handful of wax gourd sticks, a handful of red dates and cored lotus seeds, one white fungus, and shelled and seeded longan. Dry a handful and a half, put half a handful of rock sugar first, taste the taste after the water is boiled, add more if it is not sweet enough, or add sugar to taste after cooking.Nangong Ling doesn't like to eat staple food, this big pot of sweet soup is enough for him to drink for a day.

Nangong Ling remembered every step of cooking longan and white fungus soup, but pretended not to remember, hugged Li Xuehan from behind, and said: "I don't know how to cook, and I don't know how to cook these. I'll do it."

But how can there be so many futures, today is the last day, tomorrow...maybe I can cook for him one more time, but after tomorrow, there will be no more.

Li Xuehan's hand for chopping vegetables froze, trying to make himself happy, and said with a smile: "If I get old in the future, I forget how to cook..."

This is said, as if they are not in the fairy world, but just mortals, living an ordinary life in the mortal world, as if they have returned to the small bamboo house under Jingshan Mountain, free and comfortable, and accompany them until they grow old.

Nangong Ling accompanied him to imagine those unrealistic scenes, and said: "In the future, when you are old, I will also be old. I will eat whatever you cook. It doesn't matter if the taste is different. As long as it is cooked by you, I will love it." eat."

Birds were chirping on the eaves, Li Xuehan's nose was a little sore, she took a few breaths, opened her eyes, and let her sadness not come out so quickly, she found an excuse and said: "Well...the soy sauce is gone... ...Can you help me buy it?"

Nangong Ling didn't want to leave, and said: "The soy sauce is gone, just add salt."

Li Xuehan tried her best to smile, opened Nangong Ling's hands, pushed him to the door, and said, "Then...Brother Ling, go take a bath, today is your birthday, so don't worry about it..." After saying that, he closed the door, Nangong Ling raised his hand and pressed the door, insisting on not letting him close it.

The sunlight shone into Li Xuehan's eyes, and the tearful eyes glistened, Nangong Ling's heart softened, he rubbed his head, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go to the market first, and then I'll take a bath when I come back. "He gave him the chance to cry alone.

Li Xuehan looked at his back on the long corridor, and couldn't help calling him: "Brother Ling..."

Nangong Ling turned his head, the shadow of the bamboo beams shone on his face, his face was obviously so fierce, but when he smiled, it was as gentle as a spring breeze caressing a willow.He asked, "What's the matter?"

Li Xuehan paused, and said, "What kind of hot pot do you... want to eat?"

Nangong Ling smiled and said, "Spicy."

The white figure gradually drifted away in the promenade on the lake, Li Xuehan looked at his back, and was alone.In the future Lianli Palace, only this lonely figure is left.

Closing the kitchen door, Li Xuehan was cutting vegetables like onions, teardrops as big as beans overflowed her eyes, and fell down her cheeks onto the ancient wooden cutting board.There is no such thing as getting old, their relationship will be over after tomorrow.

There are many dishes on the table, Li Xuehan almost cooked all the dishes in this life meeting.

The curling white smoke blurred his face, and the spicy hot pot was steaming hot. Li Xuehan lowered his head, blinked his eyes, and shed a tear.He pretended nothing happened, raised his sleeves and wiped his face, pretending to be sweating, smiling to hide the sadness in his eyes, and said, "It's quite hot..."

Seeing him crying, Nangong Ling felt an indescribable pain in his heart.He got up and approached Li Xuehan, took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the hot oil from his lips, watching his clear eyes filled with tears, half of which was smoked by the spicy smell, and half of which was sad.Nangong Ling couldn't help hugging him, and asked softly, "Is it still hot?"

His embrace was as cold as ice, and immediately dispelled the heat from his body. Li Xuehan smiled and said, "It's not hot anymore..."

There were still tears in the corners of his eyes when he laughed, Nangong Ling wiped them away for him, Li Xuehan took his hand, took out a red bracelet from his bosom, and wanted to put it on his right hand, but when he looked at the bracelet on his right hand He held his left hand and tied the rope around his left wrist.

This hand rope is woven with a peace knot, which means peace and auspiciousness.The bracelet was neither too long nor too short, it was tied around Nangong Lingxuebai's wrist, like an old man holding a red thread.Too bad there is no other end to the red line.

The lifespan of the bracelet is not long, and after repeated washing and rubbing, it may fade and break in the next year.But it doesn't matter, there will be a new one next year, Li Xuehan has entrusted Wang Dongshangxian to put a new bracelet at the door of Lianli Palace's bedroom on Nangongling's birthday every year.If it is broken, there will be a new one, that's okay.

Li Xuehan raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were clear, as if she had let go of everything and her worries, and could only see the person in front of her.Nangong Ling twirled the red string in his hand, couldn't put it down, remembering the scarves and handkerchiefs that Li Xuehan woven for him on his birthday in previous years, his heart was as warm as the hot smoke from a hot pot, and he smiled: "Thank you, Xiaohan."

Li Xuehan smiled slightly and said, "Brother Ling, make a wish."

Nangong Ling never believed in making wishes, but on this birthday, he made a wish: I hope that after tomorrow, Li Xuehan and I can meet again.

I don't know if it can be achieved.

The water lily stamens are lit with low candles. Looking from a distance, the Lianhua Lake seems to be full of lanterns, carrying full wishes.A small boat is swimming on the lake, very slowly, just like the expectation of the two people on the boat, hoping that time can slow down, and that this night can be longer and give them more time.

The stars twinkled in the sky, and the light fluctuated, like a bird flying in the air with a reflective tulle.Nangong Ling likes to watch the stars, Li Xuehan knows that, so he wants to accompany him again, otherwise after tonight, there will be no more chances.

The two lay on the deck watching the stars, silent for a long time.

Li Xuehan, who was leaning on Nangong Ling's chest, turned around and lay beside him, with his head still resting on his chest, his clear voice resounded in the silent night, like whispering in a dream, softly exhorting His words: "Brother Ling...there is a big heater next to the dressing table. You can add some charcoal fire to keep warm when it is cold. There is a hand stove in the lowest compartment on the right side of the wardrobe, which can be put in the bed to warm the quilt. There is also the first one on the left side of the wardrobe. Ge, there is a fox fur, you can wear it when it is cold." After thinking for a while, he said, "And when you come out of the water, remember to dry your hair and change into dry clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold... and you can't always Drink sweet soup instead of the staple food, and occasionally eat some rice...and don't go to dangerous places often, don't break the rules of heaven...you must protect yourself and don't get hurt..."

Nangong Ling waited for him to finish, and said slowly: "Xiaohan, with you by my side, I am very warm, and I don't need a heater."

But how can I be by your side all the time... Li Xuehan paused, and said: "I'm not worried about someday... someday the God of Heaven will call me over again...or, or...maybe there will be something in the future... I won't be able to sleep with you for a day... If there is such a day, you..." Li Xuehan's voice became softer, "Don't wait for me...just warm it with the stove...that's okay..."

His words blew into my heart like the wind, as if something had been swept away, and my heart seemed to be empty, so uncomfortable.A faint mist appeared in Nangong Ling's eyes reflecting the light, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.He can always hide his emotions well so that he won't find out.Nangong Ling took Li Xuehan's little hand, played with it like holding a piece of jade, and said, "Okay."

But what he wanted to say was clearly: "The stove can't replace you." But he couldn't say it.

Since the first day of December in the 28th year of Tianxiang, Nangong Ling saw Li Xuehan die in front of his eyes for the first time, and he became very afraid of losing.He knew that even if Li Xuehan wasn't trapped in the dream after the dream was broken, when he woke up, he would be devastated by the backlash of the immortal power.He didn't want him to die, and he didn't want him to be hurt in any way. Nangong Ling became timid for the first time, because he knew that it would be useless to say it. Extravagantly expecting Li Xuehan to stay by his side to accompany him on adventures?

The evening wind blew the fragrance of water lilies, Nangong Ling quietly looked at Li Xuehan's flower-like face, and said, "Xiaohan, when it's hot at night, you don't need to cover yourself with the quilt, but you are not allowed to take off your clothes." Li Xuehan lowered her head slightly , not letting him see his expression, Nangong Ling continued, "You can't drink when I'm not around. Be on guard against everyone, don't be fooled by others." Li Xuehan's nose soured, tears slid down the corners of his eyes After coming down, these words brought him back to reality, making him have to accept the arrival of tomorrow.

Nangong Ling went on to say, "It's hard to heal from your injury. You are not allowed to bite your fingers to heal people's injuries. Your legs are not good, and you are not allowed to walk long distances, especially at night. Also, remember to bring a fire bag with you. "

He knew he was afraid of the dark, he knew he was afraid of the heat, he knew, he knew it all.But what can I do... No amount of exhortations can only add more concern, and the root of love will spread, how can I cut it off cruelly?

Li Xuehan's tears seeped into Nangong Ling's soft robe, as if they had penetrated into his heart.Knowing that he didn't want to be discovered, Nangong Ling pretended not to know that he was crying, followed his back, and looked at the heartless night quietly.

In fact, Nangong Ling didn't like to look at the stars before, but the person he wanted to meet was in the sky, and he looked at the stars as if he was looking at that person, just for comfort.Now the person he misses is in his arms, the sky full of stars can't catch his eyes, no matter how bright the stars are, they can't compare to Li Xuehan's clear eyes.In Nangong Ling's heart, Li Xuehan is the most precious treasure in the world, and he has to take care of him carefully so as not to let him get hurt in the slightest.

He wants him to live well, even if he is wiped out, he wants him to live.