Hualing Snow

When Qin Zhixun closed his eyes, he never thought about the moment when he would open them again.

Manzhushahua is as red as blood, and under the yellow clouds that stretch thousands of miles away from the underworld, countless wandering spirits are wandering endlessly beside the Naihe Bridge.

Qin Zhixun stared blankly at everything in front of him, the coldness of Jizhou Feixue was still on the side of his face, but at this moment, the scene made him feel as if he was a world away.It turns out... the ghosts and gods are actually true?So, does this mean that I still have to meet that person one day?

Smiling and shaking his head, would he have such naive thoughts?It has been seven years since that person passed away.

Seven years is enough to change too much.

It is enough for Jizhou to be recaptured by Daliang from the overturned palm of Beiyan, enough for the decisively white Hualing plum in front of the court to be shoulder to shoulder with the eaves of the pavilion, and enough for a fresh soul to bend down and plunge into the reincarnation of the three realms again. .

"Hey, am I a step late in coming? If I had known that there is a world under the Underworld, how could I..."

Qin Zhixun's heart was extremely sour, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.In the past seven years, he has forced himself not to think about that person's departure, forced himself to play tricks in order to gain a high position and regain Jizhou, and forced himself to numb his painful heart through tedious political affairs.When it came to the end, they couldn't find an answer after all.

With a long sigh, he took a deep look at the ups and downs of the life lamp on the Styx River, closed his eyes, and then staggered forward with thousands of wandering souls.

Well, the past is over, I just hope that in the next life, he can see him in peace.

"Zhi Xun."

There was a soft call from behind.

hallucinations.

Qin Zhixun didn't stop walking.

"Zhi Xun."

This time the voice was clearer and more powerful than before, and it seemed to be tinged with a helpless smile.

Qin Zhixun froze suddenly.

His face suddenly turned pale.

He didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to look back, he didn't even dare to blink.

The voice was both too unfamiliar and too familiar.

Unfamiliar because he has not heard of it for seven years.

Familiar, because in his seven-year dream, he could hear a sigh in his ear, so far away, as if he had never left.

This dream is very good.

He doesn't move, he's afraid of disturbing the dream.

"It's only been seven years and you can't hold it anymore? I'm not here, you can really toss yourself."

There were footsteps behind him.

Getting closer.

"I thought I would have to wait another few decades."

The footsteps stopped.

Qin Zhixun turned around silently, and what caught his eyes was a face as handsome as ever, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and his brows raised slightly.

Eyebrows are the same.

The intonation is the same.

Even the upward arc of the mouth is the same.

A hand caressed his face, and with a hook of his fingertips, he picked up a crystal.

"Hey, after being a ghost, do you still love to cry so much?"

Manzhushahua is as red as the clouds, thousands of miles of yellow clouds are passing each other on the dark sky of the underworld, beside the Naihe Bridge, beside the Sansheng Stone, there is an endless stream of wandering spirits, and the blue ghost fire flutters and flickers in the wind, just like the world. A little star.

Thinking about it, thinking about it like crazy, there is one person, there is no other in the world.

The author has something to say:

The story of Qin Zhixun and Pei Shiqing has come to an end for the time being, and I may continue to use them as the protagonists in the future, writing about the sweet daily life after they are no longer in this world (?).Stay tuned~