Every time I travel through, I'm mentally retarded

Ling An has never tasted the feeling of life and death, and the last time he tasted it is enough for him to remember it forever.

He accompanied Shen Qianfan for 45 years, from the time Xiaofan met him at the age of 13, until he left this world at the age of 58, Ling An never left.

That was also the first time he knew that when he crossed his soul, he became like the person he loved the most, why the soul would go with him willingly.

He thought, in fact, he is not afraid of death.

As far as he is concerned, if Xiaofan dies, he can be his ferryman, and he will completely belong to him.Or, when he wants to reincarnate, he can also remember the location of his reincarnation, and then find him again.

Death is nothing at all, it's just reincarnation.

Ling An thought so.

So until Xiaofan felt extremely sad at Shen's father's funeral, he only had regrets.

Forgive him, he can't do it, love the house as much as black, the person Xiaofan treats with heart, the most he can do is respect.

He is very selfish, and his heart is even smaller. He is so small that he can only accommodate one person, and his emotions are contained in it. Other than that, no one else can enter this place.

But he didn't expect Xiaofan to collapse on the second day after Shen's father was buried.

It seemed that there was some induction. He lay on the bed and didn't want to go to the hospital.

Ling An sat by the side to accompany him, neither sad nor happy on his face.

Time seemed to go back to the afternoon decades ago, when he was lying in bed, he sat on the edge of the bed to accompany him.The sun moved to the west, mottled shadows shone on his face, he stretched out his hand to touch his face.

Xiaofan seemed to remember this scene too, he stretched out his hand to caress his face, but in the end, he still couldn't use his strength, and he was about to fall down in mid-air.Seeing this, Ling An hurriedly grabbed his hand and let his hand stick to his face.

"I'm sorry...Actually, I don't want...to leave you alone every time..."

Shen Qianfan opened his mouth and said this sentence.

Ling An didn't know what he meant, he helped him up, leaned on his shoulder, and kissed his dimples.

"It doesn't matter, after you die, we just get together in another way. Don't be afraid..."

Shen Qianfan shook his head, tears fell down in a flash, wet the clothes on Ling An's chest.

"It's useless……"

"Believe me!"

After three days of lingering sickness in Shen Qianfan, he finally went.

In fact, the moment he saw him leave, Ling An felt that he was happy in his heart, and he even laughed.

He witnessed how he survived these three days. He would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night to see if he was still alive, and he was reluctant to leave for a while. Now he was relieved.

I comforted him and said, it doesn't matter.

But he said time was running out.

Ling An thought, for him, the time is so long, how could it not be much?

Ling An stayed in front of Shen Qianfan's corpse, slowly, he couldn't laugh anymore?

"Xiaofan?"

No one answered.

"... Xiaofan?"

He cannot feel his soul.

Ling An was anxious, he thought of what Xiaofan said to him before.

"Black shadow... black shadow..."

He shouted hastily, a little at a loss, like a lost child who desperately needs a guiding light.

Hei Ying heard his master calling him, and came out, still a black shadow.

"I ask you, where's Shen Qianfan's soul? Where's his soul?" It seemed that he was expecting him to give him an answer that would reassure him.

Black Shadow shook his head: "The owner can't detect it, so how can I find it!"

"What should I do, I can't find him..." Ling An fell to the ground while standing, but seemed to be talking to himself, "It should be here, why can't I find him... ..."

Standing aside, Heiying watched the indifferent but noble master who usually looked in front of him suddenly become like this. He left silently, leaving Ling An alone in the room.

Ling An suddenly seemed to remember something, and hugged Shen Qianfan's body tightly, as if he wanted to stuff him into his body, but his voice sounded like a small animal's whimper: "I was wrong, Xiaofan...I should have listened to you, I was wrong...but what to do...I lost you...what to do..."

The keys in the corner were covered with dust at some point, and the first snow of the year fell in the cloudless sky.

There is nowhere to go in the sky, only old friends.

……

In the Luo family, at this time, Luo Changan had taken over his father's position. His father passed away a few years ago, and his stepmother also passed away this year.

This year, it seems that a lot of people died.

For example, Shen Qianfan.

He had a dream not long ago. He dreamed that because he wanted to take revenge on his aunt, he found someone to beat Shen Qianfan, and he died in the end.

After waking up from the dream, he broke out in a cold sweat and gasped desperately.

The woman who fell asleep beside him also woke up and comforted him: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Luo Changan hugged the woman into his arms and patted her on the back: "It's okay, I just had a dream all of a sudden."

The woman raised her head and looked at Luo Chang'an. If she identified carefully, she would find that this woman was somewhat similar to Luo's mother.

"Brother, it's just a dream, I'm still by your side!"

"Your half-brother, Shen Qianfan passed away yesterday, are you sad?"

The woman shook her head, with a submissive temperament: "I only care about you."

"Even if you will never have a name with me, you can only have such happiness in secret?" Luo Changan smiled wryly.

The woman stiffened for a moment: "I don't regret it, never."

……

Ling An used the bag around his waist to put Shen Qianfan's body in. In the past, this bag was only used to hold the soul, but now he only used him to hold a small sail.

He took him to the north to see the snow. Xiaofan said that his favorite thing is snow.

"What I like most is snow. Once it snows, the sky and the earth are white. In this world, it seems that there are only you and me. I really like this feeling. Everything seems to be able to start again. I have been looking forward to it in my heart, and you are still in place , Ling An."

Pedestrians outside were holding umbrellas, snowflakes kept falling from the sky, Ling An looked up at the sky, but couldn't see the end, this was the first time he felt small, in a trance, snowflakes directly entered his eyes , brushed coldly, and then melted into snow water.

He saw the person who turned him into an ordinary person walking towards him.

No one in the street seemed to be able to see him.

Ling An was in a daze as if he had met a savior, and walked towards him.

"Can you help me find Shen Qianfan's soul?"

Xuan Yin raised her lips, looked at the bag on Ling An's waist: "You really fell in love with him."

"what?"

"It's nothing, it's useless to carry this body, it doesn't contain his soul," Xuan Yin stretched out his hand and pulled the bag from Ling An's body.

Ling An wanted to stop him: "But this is the only thing I can relate to him."

"No, I can let you see him." Xuanyin said, "Give me your soul."

Ling An didn't speak.

He remembered what Mother Luo said when she saw Luo Chang'an before, and he overheard it.

If one person dies, the other person will marry again. This is the love between ordinary people. Although it is not that great, although it is plain, it is enough for oneself to savor.

"I'm not like them."

Ling An nodded: "As long as I can see him."

Hearing Ling An's answer, Xuan Yin's eyes instantly became a little complicated: "Sure enough, each of you made such a choice. From this point of view, in the end, I still lost."

"However, you need to return my bag to me. I want to bury him in the snow he likes."

Ling An carried the bag alone, and walked away alone, not knowing where he went.His back looks extraordinarily lonely and cold in the heavy snow, his footprints are left in the snow, and before he knows it, his hair has been dyed white by the snow.

You buried the mud in the spring to cut the bones, and I sent the world full of snow.

I am used to seeing too many romances, many people don't know what love is, and they don't know what lovesickness is. Shen Qianfan's life is too short, Ling An continues to like him in his own way.

He is different from ordinary people, if he falls in love with someone, he will go to heaven and earth, and he will sleep with him.

Love doesn't know where it comes from, it goes to life, the living can die, and the dead can live.Those who are born but cannot die, and those who are dead but cannot be resurrected are not the essence of emotion.

The author has something to say: It's terrible to have been doing this episode all morning.

In two days, there will be another episode about Qing Nie and Xiaofan, and a sweet episode about Ha, Meme Chirp.Then this article ended happily, I hope you can also support my next article [Dear Paranoid] Thank you, love.