That night, they walked for a long time among the three thousand beacons of lights in the ten-mile long street, without an end, and their fingers were silent and connected.

The snow has been falling.

I am snowing together today, and I am white in this life.

"The blood clan has changed a lot." The gentleman held the umbrella and leaned towards her. His heart was restless for a long time, and his voice was low and calm.

Ranbai looked at him sideways, his eyebrows and eyes are deep, and his bloody eyes are dark. Finally, he smiled, "How can I see it?"

He said warmly: "I led you through this road before, but I didn't walk like this."

"Sir, still remember."

"Um."

Only three years of memory have passed through the long years.

How dare you forget?

Before meeting Ran Bai that year, Mo Chen never thought that he would be stuck by his own steps and no longer care about mountains, rivers and rivers. He had been worried about him for a long time when he went out, and could not let go and could not bear it.

So those years after they separated.

The only thing I have is those short three years, repeated memories, word by word, note by word, and smile, until I can even remember it like a stream and unforgettable.

He thought about it and treated the memories as the rest of his life.

"Remember to go further and there is a Cui Ji on the left. You like to eat when you were a child."

"Cui Ji is gone anymore." Ranbai said.

The more calm he behaved, the harder it would be to calm Ranbai. Seeing his black dress tied his eyes and his body was thin.

But she didn't ask anything.

Mo Chen said nothing.

Just holding each other's hands tightly.

She was in a state of uncertainty in the howling cold wind.

“I have changed too.”

He paused word by word, and was extremely serious: "Even if it changes, Abai will always be a student of Mr.

"Is that true? Even if I disobey what the gentleman thinks?"

That year, someone who came out of Siwu had already changed.

Ranbai died at the age of eighteen and never met again every year.

Mo Chen said: "A Bai is very good at reading the ground, and in the heart of the teacher, he is extremely excellent."

He wants her to live a happy life, love her freely, not to be sincere and kind, but to be free and fearless.

She is very good.

"I see."

Ranbai didn't ask again and looked into the distance.

In those years when I fell into the sacrificial turmeric...

There is no day, there is no sunshine, no time, no hope, and eternal hell.

All those that have been possessed and lost have become poisons that seal the throat.

From then on, no one dreamed of her and the past.

She recalled the past in hell again and again, holding the memories she had accumulated for three years, repeatedly rubbing into her bones and blood.

It was already late at night and the days when the lights were turned off seemed to be within reach, but it was already out of reach.

I survived countless times, covered in blood, and on the verge of despair, I remembered Mr.

Sir... Sir... Sir... Sir is still waiting for her, she can't die...

In the end, I forgot everything, only the word "Sir" was spoken by my mouth, and I kept reciting it, and I didn't understand why.

Who is sir?

She doesn't know.

But she always feels that the sir must be very important, very important.

The long hell burns out all the past, and darkness lasts forever.

Only those two words.

Prove that she is still alive.

Prove that it once existed.

It proves that someone is waiting for her to come home.

She has to live.

Live hard.

Those who give up must swallow a thousand needles.

After walking a while, Mo Chen suddenly looked sideways, clearly blind, but he still looked in her direction accurately, as if nothing had changed. It was still the time when she was laughing and he was looking at her.

"This is the palace."

Voice is not a question.

"Yes." Ranbai led him away, and his husband walked slowly in the heavy snow.

One person has a red dress with a black cloak, and the other person has a black dress with an oil paper umbrella.

"Your Highness--" When Fenghuang saw Ran Bai come back, she rushed over quickly, hoping to be the first to see Ran Bai, but unexpectedly there was someone next to her!

I was stunned for a moment.

That kind of good appearance in life, but when you often notice him, you don’t notice your appearance, but your character.

Ying Li didn't expect that Phoenix would come over so little. Speaking of which, only Phoenix had never seen that person, and later everything was in the past, so naturally there was no way to know.

Ying Li whispered: "Your Highness, sir."

Mo Chen's Su Ling covered her eyes and nodded with an umbrella.

Even though Ying Li was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw him, barely restrained his mind and lowered his eyes.

At that time, the blood soul had not yet awakened, and he had spiritual consciousness, so he had seen him.

How could he do this?

Ranbai's eyebrows and eyes had no emotions, so he stood there.

Ying Li knew what she meant and retreated with Phoenix.

"Sir, do you remember where this is?"

"The main hall." He replied.

No hesitation.

After a long time, I asked, "Walking forward, it's the attic?"

Ranbai was quiet for a moment: "Yes."

"Sir, remember?"

"I remember it after walking thousands of times."

“Is the peach tree still there?”

"exist."

When she was young, she always liked to turn to the trees to sleep. Every time she came down, she had to hold her to her.

At that time, the sun was falling, and she smiled loudly, and it was the scene of appearing in dreams countless times.

It was snowing heavily and walked into the attic.

Every step I have taken, I have taken it thousands of times.

The gentleman held the dyed white with one hand, and stroked the peach trees, branches and leaves in the courtyard with the other hand. The wide sleeves covered the slender fingers, and the temperature was cold.

Even if he couldn't see it, he could imagine the appearance of the attic and where he lived for three years.

It turns out that those three years have passed.

Ranbai said nothing and accompanied him in the courtyard.

After a long time, the gentleman smiled faintly between his eyebrows and eyes and asked in a low voice: "Is he still greedy for peach blossom wine?"

"Not greedy." Ranbai leaned against the tree, looked at him, and said lightly, "I'm drunk and no one will carry me back."

Mo Chen stopped, his heartbeat was once again unbalanced, his long and delicate emotions swept like the deep sea, and the reflection of the moon fell into the water.

He embraced his moon.
To be continued...