The heart that had been covered with a thick layer of dust since my cousin died seemed to have been washed clean with clean water. The body that had been stiff and cold also came to life. The blood was flowing, the chest was beating, and the palms were dry and warm. This was a living thing.
Human beings, not the living dead.
Fang Zheng came back to his senses, looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar scene, pursed his lips, and rubbed the robe in his hand carefully. The delicate patterns were vivid and lovely, and peach petals appeared vividly on the hem.
When I look at it, I want to reach out and touch if these are the petals that fell from the peach tree when I passed by.
Fang Zheng's heart trembled slightly, and his whole body felt hot. Is this a dream? It's not a dream, right? My cousin has never fallen asleep in thirty years. She has insomnia every night and can only practice cross-legged. However, when she practices, she becomes restless and restless.
I stopped, not daring to force myself into trance anymore, for fear that I would become demented and stupid after going crazy, and would no longer be able to remember my cousin's appearance.
So I started painting all day long. In the past, I couldn't draw portraits well with my handicapped hands, and was always laughed at by my cousin. Now if the characters I painted were seen by my cousin, I would probably make that girl laugh out loud with joy, and even the younger people in the family would laugh out loud.
It feels like the person in the painting is about to step out, but, cousin, I can only paint you!
Fang Zhengxin closed his eyes slightly, but a strange and charming voice came from his ears: "Cousin, didn't you say you brought me a robe? Why are you looking at the scenery here?"
His thin eyelids trembled, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, fearing that if he did, all this would be his hallucination. It wasn't the first time anyway.
"Oh, why did you close your eyes? What happened?"
Someone held his arm and shook it gently, something cold rolled down his face, but Fang Zhengxin still didn't dare to open his eyes.
"Hey, cousin, why are you crying? Who bullied you? My cousin is so awesome and there are still people who don't like my cousin. How shameless! Humph!" He spoke in a delicate voice, like a little girl who has not grown up.
, but there was a bit of anger and annoyance in his tone.
In the little girl's heart, her cousin is the best. No one can say bad things about her cousin. Anyone who doesn't like her cousin is blind.
"Ignore me? Ignore me and I know who is bullying you. Is it the stinky king next door with his nostrils turned upward?" The little girl said firmly, and then snatched the robe from Fang Zhengxin's hand and put it on her body.
As soon as he was wrapped, he rushed out angrily: "Just wait, I will go to Uncle Xiang to file a complaint. He will not be able to get out of bed for three days!"
Realizing that the sweetheart he had been thinking about for countless days and nights was really going to leave, Fang Zheng opened his eyes in panic, grabbed the little girl's hand, and prayed with tears in his eyes: "Don't go, don't go, don't go.
Come on, don’t leave, okay?”
His emotions were too fluctuating, and he opened his eyes unexpectedly. There was still darkness in front of him, with only figures shaking in front of his eyes. Fang Zhengxin hugged the little girl who was about to seek justice for him based on his feelings. Her warm body temperature, and the living
Everyone made Fang Zheng feel very excited. He no longer cared about whether this was an illusion formation or not. He just wanted to keep this girl and let her stay with him.
"I miss you so much, do you know? How could you leave? How could you leave alone? How could you leave me alone? Jiaojiao, if you want to leave, you have to take me with you.
Ah, my husband is still here. If you leave on your own, who will protect you? My husband was bullied and no one will stand up for me. I am so sad. I was bullied. The bullying was so miserable.
But without Jiaojiao to love me and without Jiaojiao to help me, what should I do? Jiaojiao, don’t you think so..."
Fang Zhengxin is no longer the shy young man. As long as he can keep the one he loves, he will say anything and pray in the most humble way. After thirty years of darkness, how can he still see the sun once?
Will you give up without reaching out to grab it? You don’t need the dignity of a grown man, and you don’t need the face of the patriarch of the family, just his tenderness is enough.
Tears and snot were all over his face. He had long forgotten the gentle character and etiquette of a gentleman. All he could see in his eyes and heart was the person in his arms, his sweetheart, his girl, and his beloved wife.
"Ah~" the little girl sighed softly and hugged his waist tightly: "Don't be afraid, my heart is with you even when I am gone. Why are you so sad? You are so talented.
, I delayed you, otherwise you would have ascended long ago, what are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, come to me again after you ascend to immortality, you know, I only love you, do you know?"
Fang Zheng's heart was in a state of extreme ups and downs, and he was crying so hard that he suddenly felt like waking up from a dream when he heard this sentence. This is...!!!
He suddenly opened his eyes and gently pushed away the person in his arms. He was seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked like many years ago. He had a round face and big eyes, clear and pure. However, the words he said made Fang Zheng's dusty heart feel like a dam.
Collapse like a bursting dam, these were his wife's words before her death, and the reason why he kept living and not daring to die.
The little girl took out a white and clean handkerchief, and wiped away the tears and water stains on Fang Zhengxin's face bit by bit, while mumbling coquettish words: "Are you looking for other delicate and soft girls?
That’s why you refuse to work hard and don’t want to come to me after you become an immortal?”
The little girl pouted her pretty little mouth, threw the handkerchief on his face angrily, and turned away: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to find another girl. I don't want to
I'll take care of you."
As he said that he didn't want to pay attention to anyone, he bleated quietly and turned his head to peek at the person behind him to see what his sweetheart's expression looked like.
I saw the handsome and clean young man gently taking off the handkerchief from his face, folding it neatly and carefully putting it into his arms.
Jiaojiao's face turned red, and her ears began to feel warm. She bit her lip, hummed softly, and stopped moving.
"I will work hard. I also want to come to you. You have to wait for me." The young man gently rubbed the little girl's hair, and his dead eyes lit up again with a gentle smile.
I am open-minded and relaxed, and my whole body feels relaxed.
The little girl bit her lip, glanced at her sweetheart shyly, said softly "Hmm", and gradually became unreal until it disappeared.
This time, Fang Zhengxin was no longer hysterical. Although the tears in his eyes still remained, there was a gentle smile on his face. It wasn't until the little girl completely disappeared that Fang Zhengxin pulled up his sleeves and wiped the tears from his face.
Tears.
There was a white space in front of him, without anything. The sign "A Thousand Years of Dreams" in his hand had dimmed, and the words "A Thousand Years of Dreams" were slowly disappearing.
The gentle and friendly voice of the maid sounded at the door: "The thousand-year dream is over, please welcome me next time."
Fang Zhengxin handed the sign in his hand to the maid and followed the maid towards the outside. With every step he took, his spiritual energy became active and his cultivation level increased. Until he finally stepped out of the formation realm and saw his old friend coming over with joy.
With an inquiring look, Fang Zhengxin nodded and stood up. The Ling Emperor's Thunder Tribulation had arrived. It was no longer suitable to stay in a crowded place. He had to find a place with no one to survive the tribulation.