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The spring rain is like wine, and even the wind exudes a sluggish breath, which sprinkles on the human skin one after another, with a slight coolness.He seemed to be dreaming of that scene again. Ah Jin was standing in the rain holding an oil-paper umbrella, wearing a moon-white gown, and his face was slightly cold, as if the world could not enter his eyes, without sadness or joy.The picture is as beautiful as a black and white landscape painting.

Seeing him coming, Ah Jin suddenly smiled at him amidst the sluggish spring rain.

——Time flies, and the years are quiet.

At that moment, it seemed that the world was lit up by this smile and gradually became colorful.Zhong Ziyuan's brows looked like nostalgia and obsession, and he murmured out the name: "A Jin..."

But Bai Lijin only smiled at him, but his body became weaker and weaker.

Zhong Ziyuan couldn't help waking up, only the lingering smell of wine remained in the air, and many wine bottles were randomly scattered on the ground.

Zhong Ziyuan woke up, but he couldn't help crying like a child, with deep despair in his eyes.

The candlelight by the bedside was icy cold, and it was getting colder and colder. This was his bedroom, and Ah Jin's breath was everywhere, but... that person was no longer there.

Three years ago, "Nine Heavens Divine Art" tortured him more and more, causing him to live and die, excruciating pain.He began to lose control of himself, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and the desire to kill and desire has been lingering in his heart.Gradually, only madness remained.His consciousness became shallower and shallower, often waking up in a sea of ​​blood.He knew... that his time was short, but he always wanted to spend more time with Ah Jin.And then... it was Ah Jin who exchanged his life for his own.

"A Jin, Ah Jin..." Zhong Ziyuan read the name obsessively.

In this world, he seemed to be walking in darkness, with a long road ahead, and he couldn't get out no matter how hard he walked.And Ah Jin is the only and rare light he misses in this world.

Now, he has lost this ray of light forever and ever.

However, he wanted to tell him one more thing—A Jin, you fool.

For me, the lives of people in this world are so meager.Except yours, on top of that.

Zhong Ziyuan looked at the pattering rain outside, and his brows could not help but be stained with sadness.Although the room was brightly lit, it was still pitch black outside.Zhong Ziyuan suddenly evoked a weeping smile.

——Ajin, you bought my life in exchange for it, I don't want to die.

He put on a icy expression again, and walked out of the warm bedroom.

Zhong Ziyuan's figure slowly faded into darkness, and he never turned around again.

Since Ah Jin is dead, what does it matter if he is kept in the dark forever?

It's just because... the person he wants to share his white head with will never come back after all.

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In December, it was extremely cold.

Time gradually makes people lost.Zhong Ziyuan still vaguely remembered the snow that was so heavy that year, when he made an appointment with him to go to the Peach Blossom Temple in the suburbs to enjoy the flowers, the smile and doting in his eyes.For him, as long as he is by his side, everywhere is as warm as spring.But this year's snow is chilling to the bone.

Zhong Ziyuan dragged his heavy steps, walking in the heavy snow step by step.Everything in the body was frozen unconscious, and the disgusting smell of blood seemed to be washed away bit by bit by the snow.

Under the night sky, it seemed that he was the only one left, and it was so empty that there was no boundary.

He left, leaving forever and ever, and all he had left was Tianji City, which he left to him, but he never expected that Yunying Palace would wantonly covet it.Although there were still many means available, Zhong Ziyuan single-handedly killed Yunying Palace as if he was looking for death that day. Although Yunying Palace was destroyed, he was also seriously injured.The current him may be worse than an ordinary person.If not, these wounds on his body can be recovered slowly with his martial arts at this time.

Zhong Ziyuan coughed out a mouthful of blood, which ran down the corner of his mouth: "A Jin...A Jin..."

Why are you so cruel, leaving me alone.

Snowflakes fell, slowly covering his body.Zhong Ziyuan's consciousness slowly became blurred, he used the ground as his bed and snow as his grave.He even thought morbidly, how good it would be if he just died like this?

Ajin, I think highly of myself. It turned out that in just ten years, I couldn't help but come to you.

If you knew that I don't cherish my life so much, would you blame me?

The chill was piercing, Bai Xue gradually covered the wound and buried him.The pain from the wound was not as painful as his heart.His eyes slowly lost their focus, losing the last gleam of light.In a trance, countless pictures flew around.

It's all about Ah Jin's every frown and smile.

Ah Jin's life is with him, if he dies, Ah Jin will really disappear from this world...

Zhong Ziyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly got up from the snow: "No! I can't die!"

He couldn't even stand up, so he could only crawl, bit by bit, his hands were blue from the cold.In the snow, he was dragged along a long bloody road, all stained with his blood.Spotted, falling in the white snow.

When the black guard found him, Zhong Ziyuan was already very weak.He closed his eyes, but the person's voice and appearance still vaguely emerged, and he suddenly smiled, as if recalling or nostalgic.

"Ajin...I miss you."

——Linglong dice An Hongdou, do you know the lovesickness?

Afterwards, Zhong Ziyuan fell ill, which came on suddenly and healed very slowly.It has been a season since he fully recovered his body.The sunshine outside the window was gentle, but it couldn't shine into his heart.

Since then, Zhong Ziyuan has been infatuated for three whole years.

He seemed to be really insane, guarding in front of Bailijin's grave every day, bewildered and insane.

Huiji will be hurt, and love will not last.Walking through Tianji City, everyone in the world sighed "Idiot".

But Zhong Ziyuan didn't realize it, and still went his own way.

One day, the peach blossoms were in full bloom in front of Bailijin's grave, and the petals were fluttering. He was undefeated all year round, and everyone exclaimed the wonder.

It was also that day that Zhong Ziyuan's dementia was finally healed.He started to work on the affairs of the city master and governed Tianji City, but he always set aside one day every month to go there to watch the flowers.Get drunk on the way.

50 years later

Zhong Ziyuan, already white-haired and wrinkled, sat in front of the court, looking at Luo Hua.Time is getting old, year after year.He managed Tianji City very well. In the past fifty years, Tianji City has become the richest city in the mainland.

Zhong Ziyuan never practiced martial arts again, he was like an ordinary old man, his body was slowly aging, and his body was getting wrinkled gradually.

His eyes are bright, but his thoughts have drifted far away.Knowing that his time was approaching, he breathed a sigh of relief, finally... Finally, he could see Ah Jin again.

I don't know if Ah Jin is the same as before on the Naihe Bridge?

He had been waiting for him for so many years, and he could finally go to him.

Satisfied, Zhong Ziyuan slowly closed his eyes, and his breath became more and more shallow.

In a daze, he seemed to see that young man again, with a strong character and aloofness.But when she saw him, she smiled softly at him, and stretched out her hand to him.

He looked the same as back then, but he was already stooped and his hair was gray.

Zhong Ziyuan smiled like a child, and rolled his eyes: "A Jin, you came to see me?"

The old man lay on the couch, slowly losing his breath.Peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, occasionally a few mischievous petals fall into the old man's white hair, making him look so peaceful.

—Shh, he just fell asleep.