A certain attack stole the cabbage from Tiandi's house

The golden sunlight poured in from the terrace, illuminating the bedroom, and the figures of the two people in front of the dressing table were printed on the floor, like a painting by Tuoxia, who would not want to seal it up forever.Helpless reality is always cruel, Nangong Ling's birthday has passed, the Emperor of Heaven is trapped in the enchanted realm, everything should be over.

The wind blows the curtains, the blue silk, and the fragrance of flowers.Li Xuehan stood in front of the dressing table, holding a wooden comb, combing Nangong Ling's hair.Nangong Ling's hair is straight and smooth, and it is effortless to comb it, but Li Xuehan combed it for a long time, from the root to the end of the hair, slowly combing, how I wish I could comb it all the way to the end. Hands, grow old together with the child, and become a pair for the rest of your life.

Li Xuehan looked at Nangong Ling's face in front of the bronze mirror, and Nangong Ling was also looking at him in front of the mirror. The two eyes met together, as if returning to the moment when they first met. yesterday.Li Xuehan picked up the hair hanging from both sides of Nangong Ling's face, combed it behind her ears, and said, "Brother Ling, let me tie your hair. How about a half-up hair?"

Li Xuehan has always wanted to see Nangong Ling's appearance after tying his hair. He wanted to imitate the way ordinary people, wives tying their husband's hair, and tying his hair once was also the last time.

Nangong Ling raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were always gentle like water, and said, "Okay."

In the bronze mirror, Li Xuehan picked up a white hair band, lifted the black hair on both sides of Nangong Ling's cheeks, combed it to the back of his head, and looked at the half-tangle of Nangong Ling's hair in the bronze mirror, softly smiling.It turns out that hairstyles can really change a person's face. After Nangong Ling's hair was tied up, two ears were exposed, and two slender white hair ties hung straight behind his head. He looked a bit like a scholar from a scholarly family with a stern face. Suddenly it softened a lot.

Li Xuehan was a little absorbed in watching, and said, "It's so beautiful."

Taking the comb from Li Xuehan's hand with her slender hand, Nangong Ling said, "I'll comb your hair too, how about it?"

Li Xuehan knew that Nangong Ling didn't know how to comb his hair, and his hair was indeed a bit difficult to tie. After all, it was very difficult to tie his long hair high.But he didn't refuse, because it was the last day, and it was a good thing to have Nangong Ling comb his hair and leave for him.

The scent of sandalwood burning in the house blends with the scent of water lilies all over the lake, but it cannot overwhelm the fragrance of flowers from Li Xuehan's black hair.This is his unique smell, and Nangong Ling will never forget this smell.

Nangong Ling seldom held a comb, and the way he combed his hair was clumsy, which reminded Li Xuehan of how he twisted his clothes when he was in Taozhou, and couldn't help laughing.This smile is like a white water lily blooming in the morning, bathed in morning dew, fresh and refined.Nangong Ling looked at Li Xuehan's beautiful face quietly, and repeatedly rubbed his fingertips on his smooth hair. The eyes under the shadow of eyelashes showed nostalgia and reluctance. Be aware of his emotions.

Nangong Ling imitated the way Li Xuehan tied his hair, and combed the hair on his forehead and sideburns in the same way, and half-coiled Li Xuehan's black hair, tied a handful of green hairbands The silky hair, tied with a unique bow, complemented Li Xuehan's beautiful face, making it more delicate and beautiful.

Wearing the same hairstyle, the two looked at each other for a long time, wishing to see the flowers bloom and fade together in a thousand years.

The morning light shone on the carved window lattices, as if a layer of golden lacquer had been applied, which was very dazzling.Li Xuehan sat with his back to Guang, a strand of long hair fell on his chest, Nangong Ling lifted it up for him, and squatted back to look at him.

Nangong Ling squatted at Li Xuehan's feet, looking up at him, his face against the light could almost merge with the sunlight, like a dream, as if it brought him back to his childhood, in that forest, Li Xuehan walked Walking towards him with the grass and dead leaves, he held his right hand and said to him, "It's okay...it's okay...don't be afraid...don't be afraid...I'm here to save you..."

Li Xuehan took Nangong Ling's right hand and called out, "Brother Ling..."

Nangong Ling came back to his senses, his gaze shifted from his right hand back to Li Xuehan's face, he thought he was so stupid, this person had been by his side for so long, how could he not know.If he hadn't retrieved the necklace and investigated Liu Erya's identity, he wouldn't have a difficult day to let go.

But he didn't know that if there was no Charm Realm, he might never recognize Li Xuehan for the rest of his life and would have to miss it.

Seeing him frowning, Li Xuehan gently stroked the center of his brows, just like in the palace back then, if everything could go back to the past, it would be great.But he knew he couldn't.

Nangong Ling held his right hand and tied a red rope around his thin white wrist.He doesn't know how to weave bracelets, he can only tie knots, Li Xuehan knows it and doesn't dislike it, even if the last thing he left him is a hair, he will treasure it carefully.

The longan and white fungus soup in the glazed bowl was still emitting hot white smoke, and Li Xuehan said something that had been brewing in her heart for a long time: "Brother Ling, if one day I die, what will you do?"

Will you be sad, will you be sad, will you...

Nangong Ling held Li Xuehan's hands, feeling the warmth from the palms, and said, "Immortals don't die."

Li Xuehan drooped her eyelids, parted her red lips, as if mustering up her courage, took a breath, and asked, "I mean... what if... what if I lose my mind?"

Li Xuehan's eyes like autumn water are full of fear and worry, his eyes always go straight to the bottom of his heart, once he looks in, he can see everything clearly, and he can't hide anything.But how did Nangong Ling know what he was about to do?

The wind blew up the bamboo curtain, making a rattling sound, Nangong Ling said: "I won't let your soul fly away."

Li Xuehan clenched her fists tightly and said, "I mean...what if...what if?"

Nangong Ling looked at him for a long time, and said, "If there is such a day, I will accompany you."

I accompany you...

Something is collapsing in my heart, like a broken glass stuck in my heart, it hurts, it really hurts.How could he say such a thing...

Li Xuehan held back tears and tried to put on a flowery smile. He wanted to leave him the best look, even if he didn't remember it later, it didn't matter.

There are no extra dishes on the table, only longan and white fungus soup, beef jerky, hawthorn stuffed biscuits and cherries.It is the favorite food of the two in the house.Li Xuehan's hands trembling holding the longan and white fungus soup, said with a smile: "Brother Ling, let's drink some sweet soup..."

Yuanyangsan was added to the soup, and only by letting him forget it can Li Xuehan leave with peace of mind.

Nangong Ling took the sweet soup and drank it slowly, savoring each mouthful carefully. This is the longan and white fungus soup made for him by his beloved, and he must remember this taste well.Putting down the glass spoon, Nangong Ling's hands suddenly shook, and the glass bowl shattered to the ground with a bang. Li Xuehan went to support his fallen body, and heard his voice as light as a floating cloud whispering in his ear: "Xiaohan...no Do...do stupid things..."

The wind chimes were tinkling, Li Xuehan's heart suddenly collapsed the moment Nangong Ling closed his eyes, and the heart-wrenching pain spread all over his body, how uncomfortable and desolate.He lay on Nangong Ling's chest, and the tears that he had endured for several hours poured out like a tsunami.

Li Xuehan originally wanted to cry silently, but he had just suffered the pain of losing his parents in his dream last night, and now that he was about to lose Nangong Ling, he couldn't control his sadness, sobbed for a while, and then cried out loud.Li Xuehan cried and said, "I'm sorry...Brother Ling...I'm sorry...I promised you I wouldn't leave you...But I broke my promise..."

I'm sorry, I forgot to live well...

Li Xuehan buried her head on Nangong Ling's chest, trapping herself in the darkness.His cry echoed in Lianli Palace, like a lonely tomb in the wilderness, like the wind blowing on the wasteland, whirling alone.

The most unbearable thing in the world is life and death.

A ding dong bell sounded in the distance, reminding him that time was running out.Li Xuehan gradually stopped crying, took Nangong Ling's hand, stroked his joints gently, and put his hand on his face, trying to let his cold body temperature dilute the pain in his heart.

A pair of lilies in a white porcelain vase on the table was hidden in the curling incense. Nangong Ling's aura disappeared without a trace the moment he closed his eyes. His sleeping face was always so peaceful and beautiful, completely Covering up the evil spirits of the past.Li Xuehan's fingertips lightly touched Nangong Ling's handsome face, wanting to imprint his image on his heart.

His hands slid across his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes, his eyelashes, he lightly touched the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, his lips.In the past, Li Xuehan would not have dared to touch him like this, but now it is the last time, let him be presumptuous once, just once.One last time.

Li Xuehan pursed her lips, leaned down and slowly approached Nangong Ling's face, Nangong Ling's breathing was thin and long, as if she was in a deep sleep.Li Xuehan approached him cautiously, paused, then approached slowly, encouraging herself to be braver.Because in the future, there will never be such an opportunity again.

Li Xuehan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and kissed Nangong Ling's lips.

Farewell, Brother Ling.