The time of Jianxin

The conversation between them ended without a problem, and Yang Jian just promised not to hurt Daji.Cun Xin went to Kunlun Mountain and found Mu Sheng who was dormant at the bottom of the spring. Mu Sheng told her that even after 1000 years, Yang Jian would never go back to the past like you. Entered the way of heaven, entered his own dream more than 1000 years ago, in an attempt to change the future.

"What will God do to him if he finds out in the future?" Cun Xin asked.

Mu Sheng looked at her, raised eyebrows with intoxicating tenderness: "You still can't let go?"

Cun Xin was silent, and Mu Sheng didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Tiandao needs Yang Jian, it won't do anything to him, at most let him suffer more, after all, Tiandao is not so easy to deceive."

"Hey, Cun Xin, after you and Yang Jian reconciled, how about we go to the secret realm?" Mu Sheng looked back at her, and held a cross-flower plant between his fingers and handed it to Cun Xin.

She froze for a moment, took the peach blossom in front of her, and then smiled lightly, like a chrysanthemum swaying in the wind: "Okay."

But they still failed to do it in the end, as Mu Sheng said, Tiandao is not so easy to deceive, and there is a price to be paid for cheating Tiandao.And Cun Xin will never forget this scene all his life, the handsome man with a smile on his mouth, tender affection in his eyes, a peach blossom between his white and slender fingers, the tender yellow stamens blooming towards him, surrounded by The peach blossoms are flying.

Cun Xin bypassed Yang Jian who was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, she walked past him and went straight to the room.Cun Xin's love for Yang Jian is like a cycle of seasons. She loves him in spring, waits for him in summer, then buries her love under dead leaves in autumn, and finally watches it rot in winter.Yang Jian never looked back at her, leaving her alone, guarding her four seasons into ashes.

"Ao Cunxin is no longer the original Ao Cunxin, she has become a variable of the Dao of Heaven. She is a variable, a variable that the Dao of Heaven will obliterate sooner or later."

Yuanshi Tianzun's words were like magic voices, repeated in his ears over and over again, and he knew that this Cun Xin was the Cun Xin who was injured by himself more than 1000 years later.He was not reconciled, not reconciled to her letting go like that: "Cun Xin...do you still love?"

"Yang Jian, my love for you has been exhausted in the 1000 years of quarrels in the dream, 500 years of confinement, and the last recklessness." They turned their backs to each other, and neither of them wanted to look back, cowardly maintaining own pride.

"Yang Jian, I don't want to love anymore."

"We are husband and wife." His fingertips were slightly cold, and it spread all the way to his heart along the blood.

"Heh, husband and wife? There are tens of thousands of couples in the world, and how many of them truly love each other? Yang Jian, you are really ridiculous!" Cun Xin sneered.

"However, in the world, a couple with white hair and holding hands in old age, how can it not be called love?"

"Husband and wife grow old? Hands in old age? Heh...heh...but you are not a mortal, and neither am I." She sneered, but there was a hint of crying in her voice.

"Yang Jian, do you love me or not?" Her voice was a little hoarse, with a slight nasal tone, which made people feel distressed when she said these words.

Silence is like a snake, wrapped around their necks, no one wants to tear it off, let it get tighter and tighter, making people's throats uncomfortable.No one has ever taught Yang Jian what love is, what love is, how to run a love, run a family, he knows that liking is not love, he is sure he likes Cun Xin, but he is not sure whether he loves Cun Xin, so he Can only be silent.

"Yang Jian, look, you can't even say you love me, how can you ask me to love you?"

"Yang Jian, love alone is like a cup of dove wine mixed with Coptis chinensis. The bitterness enters the heart and the poison enters the bone. Yang Jian, why do you want me to taste the bitterness and taste the poison alone?"

"Yang Jian, in the past 1000 years, we will not disturb each other. I will not disturb your peace, and you will not disturb my worry-free. Is that okay?"

After a while, Yang Jian's cold voice came over, the voice was fluttering, very soft: "So, very good." The hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, and the tea in the cup shimmered and swayed in circles. Rippled.

I don't disturb your peace, you don't disturb my worry-free?He suddenly thought of Cun Xin's expression of burying Niangui again, cold, indifferent, without a trace of emotion, just like the few days after he returned from the Battle of the Conferred Gods, his expression was gentle, but there was no half of friendship in his eyes.

He heard the crisp sound of the impact of the ring around her waist getting farther and farther until it disappeared.

The author has something to say: I think it's a bit hypocritical, I changed it for a long time and I just posted it like this, I hope it won't be too bad.

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