I Destined You [Quick Transmigration]

"It's been five years, and you still haven't told him?"

Lu Yunshu frowned slightly, looking at the cold and silent Chen Ling.

"The five-year lifespan of Chu Ya was kept, and the half body of Feng Yue, a member of the dog clan, was taken, not yours. Chu Ya firmly believed that it was nonsense to exchange your 50-year lifespan for his five-year life. talk."

This matter was a secret between Lu Yunshu and Chen Ling.

What Xiao Lan didn't know was that Lu Yunshu also had a bet with Chen Ling.

What they bet on is Xiao Lan's departure.

Naturally, Lu Yunshu lost this gamble, Xiao Lan stayed, and Lu Yunshu kept his mouth shut after lying about Chen Lingyuan.

"Brother, only when I am short-lived can you stay with me without any grievances." Chen Ling was dressed in a black robe, with clear eyes, and his face had become more elegant and handsome in the past five years, but the indifference swept over the piercing sense of oppression. It was even worse than it was five years ago.

Lu Yunshu smiled wryly.

This person planned every step of the way, and after setting up a plan in private, he silently watched Chu Ya walk in step by step.

Chen Ling was really scary.

Sure enough, he locked Chu Ya firmly by his side with a chain, but the man still didn't know it.

It is a mistake to lie to a person, but he can continue this mistake until the mistake becomes real.

Lu Yunshu reached out and put a white porcelain bottle on the stone table, and then his eyes fell on Chen Ling's pair of lifeless black eyes, "I heard that there is a hidden door in the Tengu clan, and you can buy it for the price of eyes." Open the closed door and see the truth you are looking for. Chu Ya, what did you see?"

Chen Ling reached out to take the porcelain bottle, but smiled and said nothing.

Xiao Lan woke up drowsily, his mind was still heavy with sleepiness, he opened his eyes and looked at the red plums falling lightly in the wind outside the wooden window.

At the beginning of March, patches of red plum blossoms covered the mountainside like clouds.

The plum fragrance is far-reaching, and the flowers are like clouds.

Now it is mid-April, plum blossoms are falling, and when the wind blows, it seems to blow up a piece of plum blossom snow.

The spring sun shines through the window, splitting the sunlight into fragments, and when the wind blows, the light also jumps up in fragments.

Time passed by so quickly, and when I looked back, I found that it had been five years.

Has it been five years?

He gradually felt unbelievable in his heart. Recalling these years, his gaze became far-reaching. He looked at the quietly ending winter outside the window a little confusedly, listening to the passing wind blowing the red plums, and finally the fallen flowers fell all over the ground.

Every year is getting faster and faster.

Five years ago, after Chen Ling lost his eyesight, the Qingcheng Gate was divided into two masters. Four years ago, after the return of the nine princes, Dongyuan, the government was in turmoil in the imperial city. A year ago, they found this unworldly Meishan to live here.For Xiao Lan, these scenes still seem to be vivid in his mind, like yesterday.

With a snap of his fingers, time flies by between his fingers, but some people are always by his side and never leave.

But the ten-year period has come, but he will leave again.

In an instant, Xiao Lan suddenly seemed to understand so truly that he had gradually begun to no longer miss his life in the original world, and even eagerly wanted to stay.What is the reason for such a change?People are always like this, because they have something to rely on in their hearts, they will forget the past, not be afraid of the uncertain future, and walk firmly step by step.

And the person in his chest overflowing with nostalgia——

"Chen Ling."

Xiao Lan looked at the man who pushed the door softly and entered, and couldn't help but hooked his lips into a smile.Five years later, Chen Ling was only 24 years old. At this time, he was the best age for a man. He was as handsome as ink, in his prime, and his appearance was imposing, but those black eyes were still lifeless.

"Senior brother, you're awake." Chen Ling walked in with a bowl of medicinal soup in both hands, obviously very familiar with this place, even if he couldn't see him, he walked to Xiao Lan's bed with ease.Sitting on the bed, he carefully handed the bowl to Xiao Lan, "Come on, be careful not to burn it."

Xiao Lan frowned and looked at the medicine that smelled bitter, but sighed lightly about the life of his medicine jar.Even though he knew that he only had five years to live, Chen Ling never gave up looking for other ways to extend his life. Even if he failed, Chen Ling still searched for all the precious medicinal materials in the world to give to Xiao Lan.Xiao Lan knew what Chen Ling was thinking, but she felt helpless but never pushed back.

Even if Chen Ling didn't say anything, Xiao Lan knew that his five-year lifespan was coming to an end.And his body has also been deteriorating since this month, but now he has been reduced to the point where he lies on the bed every day.But Xiao Lan didn't feel any pain, this kind of exhaustion was much better than the struggle and pain before dying five years ago.

Xiao Lan drank it in one gulp, only feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.

Before he could react, his cheek was stroked, and Chen Ling's lips suddenly pressed up.The lips were covered, and the tip of the tongue was intertwined with Xiao Lan's tongue hotly and paranoidly, like a fire.His fingers moved to the back of Xiao Lan's head at some point, embedded in his hair, and brought his head towards him even more forcefully, as if the contact was still not close enough.

Xiao Lan's body froze, and then he also reacted, and slowly put his hands around Chen Ling's neck, trying his best to cater to Chen Ling's domineering and fanatical kiss.As if realizing that Xiao Lan couldn't bear it, Chen Ling's kiss gradually softened, tactful and tender, and then a light and thin kiss spread from his lips to Xiao Lan's earlobe.

"It's really bitter." Chen Ling pressed his lips against Xiao Lan's ear, a few strands of hair scattered on the side of his face, his hot breath touched the side of his face intimately and ambiguously, and his voice was calm but gentle.

Get cheap and sell well.

Xiao Lan felt funny and looked at Chen Ling angrily, but the bitter taste in his mouth dissipated.

Now that Shen Shi was approaching dusk, Xiao Lan let it go, and was already used to having Chen Ling wash and change his clothes.

In front of the bronze mirror, Xiao Lan quietly watched the figure of Chen Ling combing his hair.

It is clear that in the past five years, he has faced this person day and night, why he still seems to be unable to get enough of this person's eyebrows and eyes.

At this moment, the plum blossoms are falling, the time is long, and the years are peaceful.

Xiao Lan glanced at his blue hair and Chen Ling's fair hands, thinking that the flowering period would stand still and never end while he was combing.

"Take me out to have a look." Xiao Lan has been lying on the bed for several days, unable to move, and he seems to be in better spirits today, but it seems more like the last flashback.These few days Xiao Lan has been in a coma for much longer than waking up, and he himself feels that his breathing is so weak that he will suddenly stop breathing at some point.

"Okay." Chen Ling naturally agreed. He put on a thick and warm fur for Xiao Lan, and then carried Xiao Lan out of the house.

At this moment, Xiao Lan had no strength to refute Chen Ling, so he could only sit on his lap and be hugged tightly by him.

He turned his head and looked at the large plum grove. He still remembered the little plum reds in early March, slowly blooming all over the mountains and plains, in full bloom, full of fragrance and beauty.But now the eyes are full of plum blossoms and snow, the flowers are blooming and falling, and they are destined to experience the beauty of falling lightly after the victory of youth.

Xiao Lan looked up at Chen Ling's side face, which was so beautiful that it made people dizzy, without the cold alienation, there was a sense of tranquility and indifference.The fair skin reflects the golden color of the setting sun, the eyebrows and eyes are like ink, and the ups and downs of the nasal bone are exquisite and just right.Time quietly passed by his eyebrows and eyes, but could not leave the slightest trace, it was such tenderness and tenderness.

This kind of picture is so beautiful, so beautiful that Xiao Lan's left chest felt bitterness and pain.

Mingming had already expected today, but Xiao Lan's heart still surged with uncontrollable sadness and reluctance.

Xiao Lan slowly raised his head, wrapped his hands around Chen Ling's neck, and gently kissed Chen Ling's forehead.Small kisses flowed down Chen Ling's eyebrows and bridge of nose, and finally landed on Chen Ling's lips, and the tip of his tongue easily opened his teeth.Xiao Lan's scorching breath gently touched the tip of his nose, and Chen Ling also gently intertwined with Xiao Lan's lingering lips.

"Has Yun Shu been here today?" Xiao Lan asked, panting lightly, leaning on Chen Ling's shoulder.

"I left after seeing you." Chen Ling caressed Xiao Lan's soft hair.

"How about Qingcheng Gate?"

"It's all good. It's just that the young sect master is still young, and the people in the sect naturally lack energy to take care of him."

Xiao Lan couldn't help but chuckled softly, she didn't know what method Chen Ling used to get Chu Xuntian to take another concubine, and to give birth to a son at such an age.Whenever he thinks of Chu Xuntian being thrown in the gate of Qingcheng, holding the hand of a yellow-haired boy to deal with affairs in the hall, Xiao Lang can't help but laugh.

"Based on this, there is a 30-year difference between me and that young brother." Xiao Lan couldn't help but lamented that he was really old, "I think you were only fifteen when I saw you, huh, brat. "

Xiao Lan thought of this title and couldn't help laughing again.

Obviously it was ten years ago, but now Xiao Lan can still clearly recall the previous scene.

When we first met Chen Ling's indifference and deep indifference, he always said little to him, stubborn and stubborn like a cold rock.

Afterwards, martial arts and sword practice under the moon, waterside lanterns for birthdays, moon cakes for the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Chen Ling's brows and eyes softened by the night.

In fact, this world is full of ups and downs, and the fields are criss-crossed.

The most consummate Chen Ling, who was only 15 years old, had Xiao Lan by his side, and ten years later, he was still by Chen Ling's side.

"I also remember." Chen Ling smiled slightly, "It was cold in the early spring that night, and I was unwell and couldn't sleep. Then I heard the sound of someone unlocking the door. I don't know who came to me late at night. I came from a remote and crude woodshed. Then, I opened my eyes—"

"But the clinker, once I saw my senior brother, I wasted my life."

Xiao Lan's body trembled slightly, they knew each other and stayed with each other.Obviously it's only been five years, but Xiao Lan feels that he and the person in front of him have been together for a long life.Just holding hands like this now, it seems like an eternity has passed.

But he still felt that it was not enough. He really wanted to spend time with this person and grow old together.

Keep a piece of prime time, and stay together for a lifetime.

"Don't cry." Chen Ling felt Xiao Lan's trembling, touched Xiao Lan's face with his fingertips but touched the warm tears.His empty eyes showed a look of distress, and he gently wiped away the tears from Xiao Lan's face, "I'll accompany you."

"No matter where you go, I will accompany you."

Xiao Lan raised his eyes to look at Chen Ling's dark eyes, even though there was no brilliance in this person's eyes, he seemed to be drowned in the gentle eyes.Xiao Lan nodded, tears welled up in his eyes more and more unknowingly, and his body trembled slightly.

"Really, beautiful scenery." Xiao Lan's voice was choked and hoarse.

The setting sun is like fire, half of the sky is orange-red, and large clusters of colorful clouds are floating in the sky, and the gradual red halo is filled with the most beautiful light.The plum blossoms seem to be dyed more delicately by the golden-red rays of the sun, clusters shining with faint golden brilliance, but flying like snow in the wind, which dazzles the eyes and fascinates the mind.

Xiao Lan once hoped that everything would fade away in the long flow of time, but today, the dust has settled in the plum snow all over the sky.

"Then how about me and senior brother enjoying the plum blossoms here next year?" Chen Ling's fingertips wrapped around Xiao Lan's hair, and the strands came to the tip of his heart.

"Okay." Xiao Lan lowered his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Every year today, every year today."

Another petal quietly fell off the black pattern on Xiao Lan's left hand.

The two embracing figures just stayed quietly in front of the small wooden house, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun soaked in the brocade of falling flowers.Xiao Lan was hugged tightly by the person who loved him deeply like a treasure, and they seemed to stay at the end of the world together.

"Brother?" Chen Ling asked softly.

The cool wind fluctuated, and the flowers fell gracefully, but there was no sound of the man's weak breathing.

Chen Ling's body trembled, and then he reached out and took out a pill from a white porcelain bottle and swallowed it.He rested his head lightly on Xiao Lan's, pursed the corners of his lips slightly, clenched his cold hand, and stroked his slender finger bones.

"Wherever you go, I will accompany you."

He closed his eyes and said softly, a sentence was as long as the ancients, as if he had said it for a lifetime.

The setting sun in spring gradually came to an end, and the last afterglow cast immortal golden brilliance on the two people who were cuddling together.

Melting in the dusk, it is the bone-chilling tenderness of waiting all the way.

Pity each other, read each other twice, and lean on the setting sun when you pick up the scenery and love.

A generation of a couple in a lifetime, floating life fleeting time, quietly watching the flowers fall.

Volume Four: The Gold Master and the Third-tier Singers