I lost my memory after crossing

whereabouts.

The memory in his mind was still being torn apart, trying to pull Xingzhi into the dark abyss, he only relied on a single thought to hold on.

A trail of blood on the white snow meanders into the distance, and a pile of copper arrows are scattered on the ground.

It is A Yu's usual hidden weapon.

But where is Ah Yu?

The mission was successful, why not go back?

Xingzhi panicked for no reason, and the pain in his chest became more and more intense, clamoring to pull him into the darkness, he picked up a copper arrow and stabbed it hard into his right arm, the pain finally woke him up.

Follow the trail of blood, step by step forward.

Heavy snow, dry forest.

Blood dripped down his right arm onto the snow, blending with the winding bloodstain.

Chaotic memories flooded into his mind again, and he was finally overwhelmed, and fell into the snow with his head about to explode.

Everything is so clear and cruel...

"A Yu..."

He finally cried bitterly, curled up in the snow, hugged himself tightly, longing for even the slightest bit of warmth.

This is where he and He Yu fell in love...

——"He Yu, your name is He Yu."

——"From now on, you are no longer Yingsan. You are He Yu, how fortunate you are. When we meet in this life, you are He Yu who belongs to me alone."

——"It is all the luck in my life."

That was his only selfishness. Relying on A Yu's connivance to him, he bullied him. When his feelings were ignorant, he trapped A Yu by his side on his own initiative.

He forced He Yu to fall in love with him!

——"There is a custom in our country, two people who love each other, as long as they carve their names on a plane tree, they can be together forever."

He held A Yu's hand and carved the name with his own hands.

"Birth is different, and death is the same hole. After a hundred years, when we are old and dead, we will be buried together under this tree. In this way, we will never be separated again..."

The sycamore tree still stands in place, no matter the wind, frost, rain or snow, the sun changes day by day.

There are also those two names that were carved by his own hands, all under this lonely vast blue sky, quietly looking at him alone.

Xing Zhi knelt in front of the tree, groping for the extra blood mark next to it, a word "hate" that was wiped out by blood.

He suddenly smiled——

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry to say to everyone here, but in the end it was still be, who was tricked into coming in by the broken mirror and scolded lightly.

This article was actually written a long time ago. It had two endings at the beginning, but later only wrote the be ending due to some factors. Originally, I came here to add the he ending. However, due to some reasons, this article ended I can't authorize Jinjiang, and I can't write any more, so I locked the article a while ago, but I am a bit obsessive-compulsive. Looking at a dead tree in the author's column is really uncomfortable, so I decided to be to finish it.

Xiao Zhi has always been Xiao Zhi, but because of amnesia, he forgot everything in the past. God's will tricks people, but after thinking about it, it is too far-fetched to make such a mess, so be it, he should pay the price.

There is still a little bit behind, which counts as the ending.

22. Ending

This was the last time he saw He Yu. The mountain was covered with snow and the wind was cold. He was leaning quietly under the sycamore tree, as peaceful and peaceful as when he first met.

He Yu died.

Died at the most prosperous age, he fulfilled his oath, in this life, he lived and died for the Lord, leaving only a broken corpse, the Cangwu Sword broken in half, And the hate word that he wiped out with blood.

Nanshan Xingzhi returned to the end of the sky, and a fire burned Bie Yunjian, erasing all traces of He Yu's existence.

Occasionally, one day, when the sun was setting, he met a child at the end of the day. The child had sharp eyes and looked at him vigilantly, like a lonely wolf cub.

He suddenly laughed.

From then on, the master of Nanshan pavilion at the end of the sky had an adopted son named Su Yu. For the rest of his life, he gave that child all his pampering and pampering, and even gave him his lifelong career.But until death came, Su Yu never called him father.

I am unhappy for the rest of my life.

In the same heavy snow that year, across the rivers and lakes, Nanshan Xingxing, the solitary owner of the Haijiao Pavilion, passed away at the age of 37.

Before he died, he held He Yu's ashes in his arms and ordered someone to set a fire in Zhi Yuxuan.

Life is different, death is the same acupuncture point, whether it is love or hate, A Yu, from now on, you and I can blend ashes, and we will never be separated from life to life...