I still remember the king's heart

give obituary notice--

These two words hit her heart like a drumbeat, Su Ming's body shook slightly, the pain in her heart just now became more intense, she didn't have time to think, and rushed out of the room with a stride.

"Where is Sangyu?"

It was Yue Xinyao who greeted her with a heavy punch. Although she didn't use her internal strength, she didn't hold back at all, and punched her soft belly.

Su Ming's lips were bloodshot, and she almost fell to her knees, but she still stood up straight and asked coldly, "Where's Sang Yu?"

Yue Xinyao raised her head slightly, hot tears fell into the soil drop by drop, "She's gone"

Su Ming's face turned pale immediately, she took a few steps back slightly, full of disbelief, "No...impossible..."

When she raised her foot and was about to rush out the door, Yue Xinyao said again, "She has always been weak, and she used her heart and blood as medicine to save you, but she suffered from a heart disease. Don't be emotionally ups and downs, be overjoyed." Dabei, she sneaked out from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and slept all the way to eat and sleep in the open to see you, but you married Huaying."

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a sarcasm in her smile, "Su Ming, you murderer! But it's so pitiful, I can't even see her for the last time"

Su Ming's face was already pale, she staggered and almost fell to the ground, before she could stand still, she continued to rush out, the speed became faster and faster, until there was a burst of sweetness in her throat.

"Sang Yu?" She paused and spoke again, "Yu'er..."

The person on the couch still didn't respond at all, Su Ming's footsteps seemed to be rooted and he couldn't move forward half a step, for fear that a little movement would disturb her to sleep.

"Yu'er...I'm back...I'm sorry...for keeping you waiting for so long..."

She opened her mouth softly, no longer being stingy with the words she showed her love, but she didn't dare to reach out and hug her, for fear of disturbing her and breaking the dream she had imagined.

"Destiny..." Huanhua's expression was complicated, and her eye circles were also red. Seeing that she hadn't left yet, she could only whisper: "Sangyu has already gone, I will pack her up and send her on the road."

"She just fell asleep and will wake up in a while." Su Ming was still stubborn and persistent, standing still and refusing to move.

Huanhua sighed softly and closed the door for them.

Then Su Ming stepped forward and leaned over her couch, his fingertips brushed her gentle eyebrows, her straight nose bridge, until her lips without a trace of blood, and kissed her lightly.

"Yu'er...they said you're gone...I don't believe it...you just fell asleep...just like you used to sleep deeply...but it doesn't matter...this time I will guard you" felt There was no warmth on her cold lips, Su Ming blinked, forced back the tears, and held her hand in his own.

"Why is your body so cold, can I help you warm up? If you don't say anything, you agree."

Suming bent down, pressed his cheek into her neck, and hugged her sideways, the temperature on her body had already dissipated, leaving a lingering fragrance here.

Su Ming took a deep breath greedily, "Yu'er is so beautiful today."

She looked sideways at her closed eyes, her long eyelashes curled up, her face was pale, she stretched out her hand to outline her outline bit by bit, over and over again, tears gradually wet the front of her clothes.

"Yu'er, don't leave me alone...you will wake up, right? I promise you, I will never lose my temper with you again, never bully you again, and I will never hide anything from you Yes, I have learned to cook, and I can cook for you in the future." Su Ming turned out his cuff and shook it in front of her eyes, "Look, the cuff is torn again, when will you mend it for me?"

Sang Yu still closed her eyes tightly, and would not answer her anymore, Su Ming put down her hand and hugged her tightly.

"You must have had a hard time recently. You managed to gain a little weight in the past, and then lost weight again. It's my fault. I didn't recognize you earlier, but it's okay." Su Ming took her hand and intertwined with him. Buckle, "Yuer, let's start over"

At the end, there was a bitter arc on her lips, "I have no martial arts now, and I have become so verbose, will you despise me?" She leaned up slightly, with soft affection in her eyes, and straightened her forehead Scattered bangs.

"Even if you dislike me, I am destined to follow you forever"

Even if she is no longer a killer, she can only have one master in this life.

That person's name has the most beautiful sunset in the world, and he has been gentle with her throughout the years. No matter the wind, frost, rain or snow in the future, they will be together after all.

Su Ming hadn't left the room for three whole days, and when Huanhua was worried that something had happened, the door creaked and was opened.

Su Ming was wearing the wedding dress when he was married to her, holding Sangyu in his arms, and taking care of it carefully. His messy hair was combed and pinned with hairpins, and his makeup was exquisite. Except for the lack of vitality, he looked like a living person. The times are exactly the same.

"Yu'er, you've slept for too long, may I carry you out for a walk?"

No one answered, Huanhua covered her lips and cried, Yue Xinyao just stood aside coldly, her whole body haggarded a lot, her usual high spirits, now only the deep tiredness remained in her eyes.

Ah Sang, you are finally with her, even if the price is your life, you finally did it.

It's just that I really want to hear you call Xinyao again, your voice is soft and glutinous, it is Wu Nong's soft tune unique to the south of the Yangtze River, it is as soft as a feather passing over the sea of ​​heart, and the ripples that arise spread to all the limbs.

I also want to ask you personally, if you met me first in the next life, would you fall in love with me?

It's just that Sang Yu will never be able to answer her.

Su Ming hugged her and drifted away in the snow, and no one saw them again after that.

The Silent House has disappeared from the rivers and lakes. There are rumors that the landlord's life has become crazy because of the loss of his beloved. In the depths of Wanhua Valley, there is an unnamed Clothes Tomb. People will come here to worship every Qingming cold food.

Time goes back and forth, I don't know how many springs and summers, pear blossoms bloomed all over Wanhua Valley again, Yue Xinyao fell asleep leaning against the tombstone again, in her dream, she was still the head of Wanhua Valley in high spirits, lying on the green grass in the warm afternoon. Rest on the slate.

Someone came behind her, her footsteps were quiet, and she suddenly made a sound when she got close to her. She was so startled that she flew away, almost unsteady and fell off the stool.

Annoyed, he looked back and saw the man leaning forward and backward laughing, so he also curled up his lips and smiled foolishly.

"Xinyao, go home for dinner"

With an extra piece of clothing on her body, Yue Xinyao woke up suddenly, looked back overjoyed, the light in her eyes went out again, yes, she forgot, that person will never come back again.

"Master, it's time to go back"

During the Qingming Festival, there was a lot of rain, and the sky began to rain again. The weather in early spring was still a bit chilly. Mu Yutong was wearing the same black cloak with gold trim as before, and the greenness between her brows faded, and she became calmer than her master. , with half of a white jade lotus pendant tied around her waist, and the remaining half was buried in the ground forever.

Yue Xinyao got up and pressed a kiss on the cold tombstone like she did in the past, then turned and left.

Since Sang Yu left, she has moved to live in her room, which still burns the spices of Spring in the Snow, and the furnishings are still the same as before, and she cleans it up every day.

And every year on this day, a letter will appear on the table, and it has never been an exception for seven years.

From the ecstasy at the beginning to the calmness now, just like the pain, the only thing left in her life in seven years is to miss her.

Yue Xinyao cleaned up her hands and began to open the letter, with a hint of expectant smile on her lips, what kind of surprise will she give her this year?

Last year it was a lotus-colored embroidered obscene dress. Sang Yu told her that it was hidden under the pillow in her room, so she went to take it out. It was indeed made of exquisite materials and the stitches were fine.

She remembered that when they were still together, one night after taking a bath, she came out in obscene clothes because of the hot weather and walked around. Sang Yu sat on the couch and stared at her.

Looking directly at her, she felt an ambiguous thought in her heart, so she walked over, "Well, although I am older than you, my breasts are still..."

She straightened up on purpose, a piece of snow-white luster was ready to come out, but Sang Yu suddenly smiled, "It's not bad, but it's a little sagging."

Yue Xinyao gritted her teeth, and just as she was about to pounce on her, Sang Yu pointed to the cabinet behind her, "Go and get the sewing box, the thread here is about to break if it's opened."

While talking, Sang Yu threaded the needle neatly, carefully avoiding her snow-white shoulder with the tip of the needle, and sewed up the belt that was about to break for her.

She is a vulgar person who practices martial arts. She has never paid much attention to food and clothing. She only uses things purchased from the market, regardless of whether they are good or not. No one has ever sewed clothes for her by herself. Asking Yue Xinyao to turn her face away, her eyes blushed quietly.

"Let's just leave it at that for today. I'll make a few more for you in a few days. Girls' close-fitting clothes need to be comfortable." Sang Yu leaned over and bit off the thread, and her warm lips flicked on her shoulders.

Yue Xinyao secretly swallowed, nodded, "Okay"

"Xinyao, if I count correctly, this is the seventh year since I left you, and this is the last letter I leave you, because by this time you should forget about me and start a new life. From the time we first met, I wanted to tell you something, meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend, but I have never had the chance to say it."

"You probably have something you wanted to ask but didn't have time to ask. Do you still remember the wish I made, I said, if there is an afterlife, please bless me to meet this person next to me first?"

"Ah Sang, make a wish"

"All right"

"What wish did you make?"

"It won't work if I tell you"

"Tell me to have a chance to make it happen for you."

Yue Xinyao burst into tears suddenly, the tears that had been suppressed for seven years poured out at this moment, she bent down on the table and wept silently.

It has been seven years, and she has waited for seven years before she finally got this answer, but how many seven years will it take before you can come back?

"Xinyao, what kind of medicine is this?"

Yue Xinyao can answer with her eyes closed, "Mica"

Sang Yu became playful, and moved her fingertips to another grid, "What about this one?"

"Windproof"

"Agarwood"

"sulfur"

"Cinnamon Twigs"

"Forsythia"

After answering several times in a row, they were all correct. Sang Yu was a little discouraged, but unconvinced, she switched the medicines in the two grids.

Yue Xinyao still kept her eyes closed, "The one on the left is Pinellia, the one on the right is Aconitum, the top one is Shenshang, and the third one on the right is Angelica"

The grids here are changed every day to let the new disciples practice memorizing the medicinal materials. Even Mu Yutong can remember them wrongly, and Yue Xinyao can answer them in one go without even smelling them.

Sang Yu was a little discouraged and put the angelica back in its original position, "It's boring!"

Angelica...

When will you return?

Unknowingly, it was getting late and the room was lit up like beans. After waiting for a long time for the master to come out for dinner, Mu Yutong gently opened the door.

She was lying on the table in a deep sleep, the corners of her eyes were still wet from tears, the silver threads on her temples were flickering in the candlelight, making people look sad, there was a piece of paper under her arm, she gently pulled it out, it was a queer word .

"The mica screen is opened, the pearl curtain is closed, and the wind blows away the agarwood. Depressed love, gold threads weave sulfur. Cypress shadows and osmanthus branches complement each other. Calm down, make a mercury pond. Lily's head, frightened by pinellia, cools through mint clothes. A hook The vines go up to the moon, the ordinary mountain night, the dream sleeps on the battlefield. Already light pink and black, living alone and empty room. I want to continue to break the string, but the aconitum is white, the most bitter ginseng. Angelica is also, cornel is ripe, and old chrysanthemums are yellow"

Su Ming doesn't know how many decades there are in a person's life, but she only knows that the time she spends remembering is longer than falling in love.

It is said that people's memory will deteriorate when they get old, but her eyebrows are still clear in her mind, and even when she pours them into the pen, she is done in one go, and she has already traced it thousands of times in her heart.

This is a small bamboo building surrounded by mountains and rivers, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, desolate and uninhabited. Su Ming would go down the mountain every few days and exchange his pen and ink for a few copper coins to make ends meet.

Perhaps it was because today was New Year's Eve, the town was deserted, there were not many pedestrians, and the business was very bleak, she sighed softly, and turned to pack her things.

Forget it, let's go home early to spend the New Year with her.

"Brother, how do you sell this painting?" A young man dressed as a scholar passed by, and occasionally caught a glimpse of a painting she accidentally dropped from the table, picked it up and unfolded it, and was immediately shocked.

Although there is no coloring, just a few strokes, the woman in the painting can still be seen with bright eyes and white teeth, and a charming smile.

"Sorry, this painting is not for sale, this is a clumsy thorn"

The young man was slightly taken aback, and put down the scroll, "I'm being rude."

Instead, I picked up several other landscapes, put down a few copper plates, and gradually drifted away.

It is said that pen and ink appeal to love, probably only a true lover can draw such a vivid picture.

When we got back to the bamboo building, it was already dark, Su Ming didn't have time to put down his things, so he hurried to the back mountain, that person must be waiting in a hurry.

Even in the hot dog days, the depths of the cave still drip into ice, and there is a crystal coffin quietly placed in the ice pool in the center.

Seeing it from afar, Su Ming felt relieved and quickened his pace, "Yu'er, I made another ten cents today, and I bought your favorite Gorgon fruit cake."

She stopped abruptly, and flew over again, her face turned pale, and the paper bag in her hand fell to the ground.

There was no one in the coffin, and there was no one looking around, Su Ming murmured, with tears in his eyes, a little at a loss, "Yu'er... where have you been... are you leaving me..."

"Tick-tock-"

There was a drop of water falling from the roof of the cave, followed by another soft sound, but this time there were other sounds besides the sound of dripping water.

"Answer——" From far to near, it became clearer and clearer.

It's footsteps.

Su Ming suddenly covered his lips and sobbed, and the extinguished fire in his eyes lit up again in an instant. It was the ecstasy of infinite love and lost and found.

She stood up and said softly, Yu'er, let's start again.

In No. 11 years after Sang Yu left, Yue Xinyao brought back a child from the foot of the mountain and threw it to her, "This child will be your junior sister from now on, you will take care of her for my teacher"

The pen in Mu Yutong's hand broke in two with a snap. She raised her head impatiently, but froze in place.

The five or six-year-old girl called Senior Sister in a childlike voice, her expression was a little timid, but her eyes were black and bright, her cheeks were delicate and pleasant, almost like that person.

She rubbed the center of her brows, said nothing, and agreed.

As for the future, that should be another story.

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The author has something to say:

Up to now, this article can finally draw an incomplete end. I had a very long dream. In the dream, I was a knight wielding a sword, and a woman with a gentle heart and gentle eyebrows. I feel the bitterness and bitterness brought by the word love, so I feel uncomfortable when I write it. My throat seems to be blocked, and I especially feel sorry for Sang Yu. Her personality is seven or eight times like mine, so I still can’t bear it in the end. It’s too tragic ending for her. As for Su Ming, I used to like the type, the more ruthless the words, the deeper the feelings. Some little angels said that the characters have distinct personalities. I am very happy, really.The author can’t say nice words, but I’m really grateful for everyone’s support all the time. I read every comment carefully, especially the little angel who leaves a message every day. The author is really touched, including Those who criticize me, there is one thing I dare to tell you now, that is, I started writing this long novel without an outline, including the characters, storylines, etc., are all polished and processed a little bit, I apologize to everyone , Because of my laziness, everyone has a bad reading experience. I promise you that I will write the outline seriously for the next novel. The next story is also one that I like very, very much and even keeps in my mind. The manuscript with more than 2 words has been saved, and now it has been overturned and rewritten, so I will meet you later, the group has been established [If you don’t drink alcohol] 311817946 Welcome all the little angels to come and play jokes to urge manuscripts to flirt, verify the news Author Jun Any text name or character name ╭(╯ε╰)╮