Tomb Robbers: Tiandao System

"Drink of water."

The illustrator's wife brought a plate of fruits and tea to the two unexpected visitors.

"Thank you." Wang Xiaoya said.

Wu Liang, on the other hand, stood at the edge of the window, staring at the withered flower in a daze.

If he was right, this pot of flowers was the one the illustrator said he gave to his wife.

After Wu Liang sat down, the illustrator's wife looked at the flower affectionately and showed a happy smile, "That flower bloomed so well before."

"Since my husband left, the flowers have stopped blooming."

Then she looked at Wu Liang and the others and said, "You are his friends..." Suddenly, she paused, "Don't you know, my husband died on the mountain not long ago, and his body has not been returned yet. But it’s been confirmed that it’s him.”

Wu Liang and the others did not expect that the other party already knew the news of the illustrator's death.

However, it’s the same whether you know it sooner or later.

Moreover, looking at the other party, his mood seems to have calmed down, which is also a good thing for their purpose of coming here this time. They don't want to be in trouble because the other party suddenly faints after they tell them about the illustrator. .

After a moment of silence, thinking of the illustrator's instructions, Wu Liang quickly took out the painting.

"What is this?" asked the illustrator's wife.

Wu Liang replied: "This painting was painted by your husband himself. Take a look." As he said that, Wu Liang handed the painting over.

When she heard that the painting was drawn by her husband, the illustrator's wife was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but take the painting.

"My husband is a painter, but he has never painted me."

While talking, he put the

The painting unfolds.

"The mountains and rivers in this painting are all those that your husband has walked through. He said that he also wanted you to take a look." Wu Liang said the original words on behalf of the illustrator.

Looking at the painting, the illustrator's wife's eyes blurred. She was not only moved, but also moved.

"Here, when did he draw this?"

She was a little excited, a little unbelievable, and even a little surprised.

She didn't understand the situation and wanted to find out.

Regarding this, Wu Liang and the others were really not sure how to answer. It was neither right nor wrong. The two of them suddenly became entangled.

Seeing that they were silent, the illustrator's wife looked down at the painting in her hand. When she saw it, she was shocked.

Strange things happened.

The bright flower in the painting turned into petals and flew out, dotting the withered flower in the pot.

Looking at the newly renewed flowers, the illustrator's wife shed tears.

At this moment, she was not surprised why such a thing happened. She just looked at the pot of flowers and fell into the memories of the past.

"Don't be too sad, you are still pregnant with the child!" Wang Xiaoya comforted.

Yes, the illustrator's wife is pregnant.

"I'm fine." Although the illustrator's wife had tears in her eyes, she seemed to be much better. Perhaps it had something to do with the child in her belly. She just heard her say: "Thank you for sending me the paintings, oh no, Thank you for sending me such beautiful flowers."

"I really want to tell my husband that although I was very sad in the past, I am fine now. I have this child and I feel more at ease. He is the continuation of my husband's life."

"Ok!"

Wu Liang suddenly shuddered and was a little shocked by the people in front of him.

One scene.

Could it be said that there is really a miracle?

Yes, a miracle happened.

The miracle created by love.

The illustrator appeared. Although the illustrator's wife couldn't see him, it was no longer important. It was not important. What was important was that he came back, went home, saw his wife, and knew that he had a child. .

The illustrator squatted down happily, his ears attached to his wife's body, listening to the continuation of life.

Watching this scene, Wu Liang was moved, and so was Wang Xiaoya.

As if they had agreed, the two of them exited the house together, leaving space for them as a couple.

On the way, the two of them held hands tightly, with smiles on their faces, but did not say a word, as if this was how they should be.

Walking through the platform, passing by the night market, and strolling on the streets, although I am speechless, my love has arrived.

"Do you think they are perfect?" Wang Xiaoya asked.

"What do you think?" Wu Liang said.

"I think so." Wang Xiaoya said with a smile.

"I think so too." Wu Liang also smiled.

After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Hey, you said that the two of us walking together until dawn are too much like two wandering souls!" Wang Xiaoya said.

"Don't you think this is romantic?" Wu Liang said suddenly.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoya suddenly raised his head, what should I say?Seemingly surprised and even more surprised, as if she had eaten honey, Wang Xiaoya was so happy, she pursed her lips and smiled, enjoying herself secretly.

Even though it was such a subtle laugh, it was so close and Wu Liang's ears were amazing. How could he not hear it? However, Wu Liang didn't say anything. He did the same and smiled.

The two of them kept walking

Ah, let's go, keep moving forward, and walk happily.

Everyone wants to keep going like this for the rest of their lives!

On the overpass, the two of them leaned on the railings, looking at the distant night scene, the colorful neon lights, and the charming night. They were deeply intoxicated.

As if out of emotion, Wu Liang hugged Wang Xiaoya from behind. Wang Xiaoya was startled at first, then heard Wu Liang's voice, "Don't move, just let me hold you." Looking down at Wu Liang, Wang Xiaoya smiled and squinted. The eyes also rely on Wu Liang.

Thousands of words are endless, but the love will naturally be strong when it is deep.