Death Spell

Chapter 87

An Ya overlooked a serious problem, that is, Tang and Song's xinxing was so high, it was difficult to accept that she was a continuation of her previous relationship.

Without personal experience, even one person cannot accept it.

Tang Song raised his eyes, looked at the face in front of her that fascinated her and would never age, pursed her lips and emphasized: "I am me, I am not her...I know, it is unfair to you to say that, but I can't accept it... In your view, I just changed a face, or a layer of skin. But to me, that face is another person."

Anya wanted to stretch out her hand, but in the middle, her wrist dropped again.

"You are very good, you are really good. Even... I may not be able to meet someone better than you in the future. But I am not her after all... I am me, I am Tang Song. Even if I often dream of those , but that is still not my experience, and I can't empathize with it." Tang Song didn't understand why the more he said it, the more sad he felt, as if there was another person living in his heart, and she was the one who was sad. Tang Song tried his best to bear it, and suppressed his voice: " What's more... I will be old one day, but you are always like this, so how can you never leave?"

Anya was stunned, with a bit of surprise, she raised her hand to touch her, but found that she was not qualified.

From Anya's ears, what Tang Song said was correct, but it was not what she said, but how could he deserve to be with her?

Wishing to keep her forever?

After all, I owed her, and if there is no good cause, how can there be good results?

I am no longer a human being, but I want to be with her forever, it is really wishful thinking.

Tang Song lowered his eyebrows and bit his lip: "So... I can't stay with you forever."

"Tang Song..." Anya called softly, lowered her head, her tone was calm but gentle: "It's my fault, I didn't make it clear to you earlier. But I didn't mean to hide it from you, I was just worried that you would know, Will be afraid. For me... to meet you again, to protect you again, I have no regrets in this life. But in my eyes, in my heart, you are always you, not anyone, and no one can replace you."

When Tang Song heard these words, he was very excited, especially her expression was so sincere.

Anya took out the white jade gourd that never left her, held it in her hand, and continued: "No matter how you look at me, I want to tell you that you have never been replaced by anyone. You are you. It's just helpless, I can't accompany you. If you reincarnate, if I die...the prosperity of this world has nothing to do with me anymore, and I can't bear you to suffer from bloodthirsty pain, so I can only look forward to meeting you again in the years, and even fear that in a hundred years of peaceful sleep, missed you……"

Tang Song looked at Anya quietly, bit his lips tightly, and a tear fell down.What An Ya said, Tang Song suddenly felt that those stubborn thoughts were extremely naive.

The understatement of the woman in front of her has exhausted her long suffering.

What kind of heart is this, how many years has she experienced?

I even want to know when she and Anya started... It seems that the more time passes, the more I love her.

Tang Song began to feel annoyed, why couldn't she empathize with her and help her share.I just felt that my heart was very blocked, and I racked my brains, but I couldn't say a word of comfort.

Now... In front of Anya, she is just a listener.

The ups and downs, the ups and downs of those years... Only she can bear it alone.

Thinking about saying "you can tell me anything" with Anya before, now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous.

That's right, the woman in front of me is so nice, she treats only one person wholeheartedly, and if she wasn't that person, how could she meet Anya?

Tang and Song were at a loss, not knowing whether this encounter was lucky or unfortunate.

This fate is right or wrong.

From Tang and Song's point of view, in Anya's eyes, time is just a flick of a finger.

And what she thought was inseparable was just a momentary embrace for Anya.

Then, wait again and again.

The more she thought about it, the more Tang Song's heart ached. The indescribable sadness forced her to take a step forward and hugged Anya.

Because besides this, she didn't know what else to do.

Anya was a little surprised by this sudden hug.

That's right, the woman in front of me is so smart, she doesn't need to explain many things, she will naturally understand.There was a relieved smile in the corner of Anya's eyes, and she raised her hand to hug her back.

I don't know how long it took, but the two hugged each other like this.

It seems that I have been holding it, but I can't calm my heart.

A short text message from a mobile phone broke the silence.

Anya looked away, looking at Tang Song's phone, thinking she would check it, but Tang Song hugged her tightly and didn't move.

I wanted to remind Tang and Song, but I heard the woman's question.

"...How did you get here in those years? Why...why did you become a zombie? How many times have you met me?" Tang Song is not in the mood to worry about other things now, but after asking, he is a little afraid to know Answer.

But she vaguely knew in her heart that she hadn't met Anya a few times, but every encounter was enough to make people unforgettable.

When Anya heard this, she twitched her mouth and said with a light smile, "Are you interested? Don't you feel like an outsider?"

Tang Song's confused thoughts were wiped away by her smile. She pursed her lips and wanted to straighten up and give her a sideways glance, but when she looked at her, her eyes became soft instantly.Tang Song never thought that there would be such an adventure in her life.

However, Tang Song's own pride broke through his thoughts for a moment, and he snorted softly: "You are not serious! It's better that you just looked better."

Anya laughed out loud: "Long years, if you always live in a rigid manner, wouldn't you be bored to death? What you just asked, the story is long, don't you get tired of standing like this? Or change the place and talk about it?"

"Change place?" Tang Song hadn't fully recovered from his thoughts, and murmured after hearing this, only to realize that the room was completely dark, and the two of them were chatting unknowingly.

Anya nodded: "And your cell phone is ringing, don't you want to check it?"

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly become a little more normal.

When Tang Song heard it, she suddenly remembered that her cell phone had just rang.He raised his hand and pushed back the broken hair on his forehead, turned on the light in the room, narrowed his eyebrows and looked at Anya, stared at her dark eyes, and watched quietly for a while, never expecting that she would It's...a zombie. Thinking about the corpse of the zombie in the pit and the appearance of the female corpse, I didn't expect Anya to look so good as a zombie.Just looking at Tang Song's fair face, a little rosy, showing a rare shyness.

She unlocked the phone, and it was a voice message from Tang Qing. She opened it and put it next to her ear to hear Tang Qing's happy voice, as well as the surrounding noises: "Sister, my interview was successful. Wang Li and her classmates will help me celebrate, you want Don't come together?"

Hearing that my sister succeeded in the interview, she was naturally happy as a sister, but now she has something to do, not to mention it is inconvenient for her to go with a group of classmates, so she replied: "Sister is happy for you, don't go home too late."

As soon as I went back, I came back within two seconds: "Got it."

Tang Song put away his phone and looked at Anya: "Don't you need to go back today?"

Anya shrugged: "Aren't you going to listen to the story, or are you rushing me home?"

"Who wants to drive you away..." Tang Song immediately refuted her, and asked again: "Is it very long?" So much to say, not to mention such a long story.

"Then are you hungry?" Tang Song changed the subject and asked.

Anya shook her head with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "I'm not hungry, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, then... go to my room." Tang Song opened the door of his room first with some embarrassment.

The two came to Tang and Song's room one after another. In Anya's view, Tang and Song's room was the same as before. The whole room smelled of books, which was faint and very elegant.

Tang Song took out a set of comfortable clothes and handed them to Anya: "If it's too late, don't go back."

Anya stared at the clothes, raised her eyebrows and looked at Tang Song: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Who am I? I'm the only female forensic doctor in the whole city. I haven't seen anything? I'm not afraid of corpses that get up from the dissecting table, but I'm afraid of you?" Tang Song deliberately emphasized, but his heart was very empty, and he coughed lightly One voice: "I just got out of the hospital today, and I cleaned up the house all afternoon. I'll take a shower first, and I'll listen to you after I clean up."

Anya listened to these words with a half-smile, took the clothes, and asked, "Do I want to wash it too?"

Tang Song always felt that the trend of these words was not right, and said, "As you..." turned and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom was brightly lit, and Tang Song stood in front of the half-length mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, a little lost in thought.

Thinking if it was me, facing the reincarnated person, not only did she change her appearance, or... her personality also changed, would she still be treated as a person?

She couldn't figure it out, let alone understand it.

Tang Song sighed softly, raised his hand to unbutton the button, took off his coat, revealing his creamy shoulders and a curvy and tight waist, turned around and turned on the faucet, drained the cold water in front of him, raised his hand to Underwear unbuttoned...

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Anya stood in the room between Tang and Song's baths, randomly picked up a book and flipped through it. It contained the important points that Tang and Song had noted, and the font was beautiful.

It has been said since ancient times that words are like a person, a person is like a name, and what he said is true.

Looking at books of various colors on the bookshelf, I wondered what kind of expression Tang Song would have if he went to her study.

Just thinking about it, the corners of Anya's mouth curled up slightly.

Hearing the sound, Anya put the book back to its original place, turned around and watched Tang Song come out wiping her hair, her long black hair was still moist, draped lazily on her shoulders, very charming and charming, her face was covered in dizzy mist, Slightly reddened.

"Go and wash, the water is still hot." After Tang Song finished speaking, he took out Anya's clothes from the cabinet last time and handed them to her: "It's just in time."

Anya smiled and nodded, took the clothes and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom is full of water vapor and the fragrance of shower gel.Anya stood under the shower for a long time before she raised her hand and turned to the cold water to start bathing.

Anya closed her eyes, and the water marks slowly slid down her cheeks.

The sound of water was pattering, as if being baptized by spring rain, and the corner of Anya's mouth curled into a relieved smile.

After An Ya took a shower and dried her hair, she found that Tang Song was seriously replying to the email. The judicial building caught fire, and the hardest-hit area was none other than the sixth-floor senior archives room.

Looking at the email, Tang Song raised his brows slightly.

"What's the matter?" Anya stood behind her, staring at her and asked in a daze.

Tang Song shook his head, turned off the computer after replying the email, got up and looked back at her: "The judiciary building is on fire, and the location is still the senior archives room, which stores a lot of materials, so I'm quite busy now."

"Fire? Is it man-made, or..." Anya frowned and looked at Tang Song, always feeling that this matter was not simple.

"In my opinion, it's mostly man-made." Thinking about the information, Tang Song frowned, looked up at Anya, and smiled slightly: "When talking about work, I will definitely say that I have no fun, or...you I'm more interested in that."

Anya sat down along the edge of the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, and stretched out her hand to Tang Song: "Sit here and I'll talk to you."

Tang Song saw that she was acting like a master, and didn't answer her, just got up straight, when the mobile phone rang, it was Tang Qing's call.Just looking at it, Tang Song knew that this girl must be having a good time, and she connected the phone with a smile on her lips.

But before Tang Song could speak, Tang Qing's frightened and weeping voice came from the phone: "Sister, sister... Wang Li, Wang Li is dead!"

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