Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

Wan Yue is crazy, her long-term lovesickness and hard-won meeting made her fall completely.

The wind is blowing, the air is full of light pink, and even the clouds in the sky are dyed red, and the air is full of sweet and strong floral fragrance, which has the lemon flavor that Ming Yu often has in the past, which makes me feel so tired after so long. The obsession with waning the moon that I have longed for since then but can't smell it.

They are deeply trapped in the enchantment created by the aphrodisiac, which belongs to the romance of lovers.

This is their world, and all the things that Song Wanyue could not dream of are now realized at this moment.

She was anxious and frantic, pinching Xiao Mingyu's hand very hard, the corners of her eyes were burning red, her long hair fluttered in the wind, sweeping Xiao Mingyu's eyes, destroying her already weak mind.

Is it important to distinguish where?

What about reality, what about dreams.

As long as the person in front of her is Wan Yue.

The sky was burning red, and the two clouds collided again and again, sparks were splashed, and the valley groaned.

Bai Wuchang looked up at Tianwaitian with a depressed expression, but he couldn't see anything.

As the [-]th generation descendant of the Meng Po family, there is a reason why Mr. Xu can run amok in the underworld with an iceberg-faced temper.

The enchantment she set up is very ingenious, with Song Wanyue as the master of the enchantment.

Everything here is ruled by her, everything is born from her heart, everything is born from her state of mind, she does not want to be seen, the heavens and the earth ghosts and gods can't see it, the thick and thick fire clouds block the sight of all outsiders, there are only them, yes their joy.

——To do happy things with a lover, don't ask whether it is a calamity or a fate.

Xiao Mingyu can clearly perceive everything about Wan Yue.

She felt her urgency, felt her hasty kiss, felt her body temperature, listened to her low moan, and looked at her tear-filled eyes.

Their hair twines and their souls blend.

In the past, she stood in front of her countless times with Xu Ruying's face, feeling Wan Yue's pain and her lovesickness.

The feeling of body, mind and soul this time is just a drop in the bucket.

Every inch of Song Wanyue's skin, every body temperature, and even every cell were swept by Xiao Mingyu with the wind, and the air was full of yearning and love that exploded like a tsunami.

--I love you.

I love you.

Xiao Mingyu, I love you.

……

Where is there any attack.

The world became chaotic.

There is no time, no space, only their blending again and again.

Although Bai Wuchang standing on the clouds couldn't see what was going on underneath, the heat of the clouds almost burned him, and even the armor of the Hell Envoy could hardly bear it. He looked at Mr. Xu hesitantly: "This... It's not an aura that ordinary people can exude, why... what's going on with her?"

Not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary messengers cannot exude such a powerful aura.

What is Song Wanyue's background?

He looked into Mr. Xu's eyes, wanting to hear an answer from her mouth, but Mr. Xu was still the same, with his hands behind his hands coldly: "Of course you don't understand what it's like."

My goodness.

Bai Wuchang was so angry that his nose almost turned off. He didn't understand what it meant, but did Mr. Xu understand?

He is also an envoy of the underworld. In terms of seniority, no one is worse than anyone else. Why can't he understand, he has been a few generations at least.

Mr. Xu's deep eyes stared at his eyes, which were still bright red: "There is a saying in the world, you may have heard that it is romantic to be a ghost even when you die under a peony flower."

Bai Wuchang: ……………

Yes.

From now on, he can follow Qin Xiao to call Mr. Xu the ancestor.

This ancestor usually doesn't speak, but once he speaks, he can squeeze people around.

The two messengers above the hot clouds were chatting about taboo topics.

Under the clouds, Song Wanyue looked at Xiao Mingyu who was frowning and looking at her submissively, and looked at her with red eyes: "We've had a cup of wine."

Xiao Mingyu nodded, holding Wanyue in both hands, she couldn't speak at all.

This soul touch is different from anything before.

Song Wanyue was too strong, she swept her like a hurricane, making people powerless to resist.

Xiao Mingyu even wondered, when she was alive before, every time Wan Yue curled up in her arms, humming and begging for mercy like a bullied cat, was she trying to make her happy?

Song Wanyue grabbed Xiao Mingyu's ten fingers and interlocked with her: "If reincarnation really exists, don't forget me."

The words pushed away, it was her strong gentleness, love to the bone, even the threat was full of sweetness.

Xiao Mingyu's nose felt sore, she gently rubbed Song Wanyue's hair, and murmured: "I will never forget."

She will never forget Wanyue.

How did she forget Wan Yue?

It's just... She didn't want to see Wan Yue in such pain, and Huang Lan would leave one day after a long life. She was afraid that she would cry silently, and life would be worse than death.

Feel the change in her mood.

Song Wanyue clasped her hand, sent it down, and closed her eyes: "Ming Yu, you want me."

……

The past cannot be traced.

Life and death are but an instant.

Now, she wants to drop all her burdens and feel her love wholeheartedly.

I still remember their first time.

When she was kicked out of the house by her parents, when her Ming Yu hugged her and wept silently in the narrow rental house, Song Wanyue hugged her waist and gently kissed her tears dry: "Ming Yu, don't cry, do not Cry."

Xiao Mingyu's tears flowed down in rows, and she hugged Song Wanyue tightly: "I... I'm sorry for making you suffer with me."

She is the one who knows best what kind of beautiful life Wan Yue had in the past.

She watched her being slapped by her mother who always loved her, and saw Papa Song's serious and angry roar—if he left, he would never come back.

And what about her Wanyue?

She had always been weak and liked Wan Yue who acted like a baby, so she looked at them firmly.

At the crowded train station, Song Wanyue looked at her parents, with tears in her eyes, and she knelt down slowly with her knees down.

She is a dutiful daughter.

She had told Xiao Mingyu more than once that in the future, she must be filial to her parents and take care of them until their death.

But what?

Her parents didn't give her this chance anymore.

……

Song Wanyue comforted Xiao Mingyu over and over again, watching her cry, her eyes were red, her voice trembling: "Mingyu, following you, no matter where you are, it is heaven for me."

Since then, she has been so determined.

Perhaps it can be said that from the very beginning, from the moment she realized that she was in love with Xiao Mingyu, Song Wanyue has not changed.

She is not afraid of suffering.

It's nothing more than being earlier, going to bed later, and physically tired, but her heart is happy;

What about a rental house of [-] square meters?

A big bed, as long as Ming Yu is with her, it is her gentle bed.

As long as the people around her are still there, as long as her heart remains the same, the hard times will pass little by little, and they will have sweetness.

In dim light.

Song Wanyue's kiss was as lingering as drizzle, she gently soothed Xiao Mingyu's heart, and murmured in her ear: "Mingyu, I love you."

Vulnerable people cannot withstand the temptation of a lover.

At that moment, Xiao Mingyu didn't want any retreat or etiquette principles.

She just wants to own Wan Yue completely.

Will they still be separated?

When Xiao Mingyu pushed Song Wanyue onto the bed and said he loved her, she secretly had a vow in her heart.

In this life, nothing can separate them except death.

nothing but death...

God has no mercy.

A prophecy.

Until this moment, Xiao Mingyu's heart was still hurting like it was bleeding.

What did they do wrong?

Why did God punish her like this again and again?To punish her Wan Yue?

The strong fragrance surrounded her, Xiao Mingyu felt Wanyue's reluctance again and again, her soul entangled her again and again, tore her, squeezed her, and the strong love swept over her, making her unable to distinguish the dreams Or reality.

Stepping down from the mist again.

Xiao Mingyu hugged Song Wanyue, they were all exhausted, but their hearts were never at peace.

The burning clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, as if they had been burnt out, and there was a little darkness around the clouds.

Xiao Mingyu hugged Wanyue, like many times in the past, they looked at the clouds in the sky, and she hummed a love song in her ear.

——Hoo, I like to lean on your chest like this

call me like no time no direction

Phew I like the good nature of love like this

……

There was a smile on the corner of Song Wanyue's mouth, tears glistened in her eyes, she raised her hand and gently touched Xiao Mingyu's face: "Mingyu, I'm so happy."

At this moment, curled up in Ming Yu's embrace, she feels that she owns the whole world.

Xiao Mingyu hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead: "So happy."

No matter what they have experienced in the past, how uneasy they are.

At this moment, their hearts are happy and peaceful, and they are grateful for the gift of God for allowing them to have this moment.

The clouds seemed to have been splashed with ink, and became a little bit darker.

Song Wanyue didn't know how much warmth she could have, she turned around, staring deeply at Xiao Mingyu with her eyes.

Her gaze was too hot, full of love, and Xiao Mingyu couldn't help but turn red because of the sadness, she smiled: "What are you doing?"

Song Wanyue raised her hand, and gently touched her nose, her lips, her forehead, and her eyebrows: "I want to remember you well, so that I can find you by looking for you in the future."

Her hand stroked very slowly and seriously, as if she was treating a treasure, as if she wanted to engrave her firmly in her heart.

Later, as the facial features faded, Song Wanyue knew that she would never be able to see this beloved face again.

She is not afraid of herself.

I'm afraid of losing her bright rain.

Song Wanyue's expression was too solemn, as if she would never see her again in the next second, Xiao Mingyu's heart was bleeding from pain, she couldn't help stretching out her arms, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: " I'll be there, always by your side."

She promised Wanyue.

If one day, she becomes the bright moon in the sky.

She will also be a star around her.

Xiao Mingyu kissed her ear: "Don't cry anymore, be good."

Song Wanyue bit her lip and held back: "Okay."

The dense black was blown over with the wind, the sky was torn apart, and the sound of thunder came from a distance.

The time for parting has come.

Song Wanyue, who had agreed not to cry, turned around suddenly, and her hands tightly grasped Xiao Mingyu's arm, so hard that her nails were embedded in her flesh.

"Ming Yu, don't leave, I beg you..."

She lied to her.

She doesn't want her to go.

Every minute and every second of Ming Yu's departure, to her, life was worse than death.

She didn't want to go back. After going back, she couldn't see her face, smell her, and gradually couldn't feel the temperature of her embrace.

Xiao Mingyu was also in tears, and the sky thunder roared down from the sky, and she hugged Song Wanyue fearlessly.

Two people in love hug tightly.

They kiss passionately.

Tears turned into wind blowing all over the sky, sweeping away endless love and leaving empty sadness.

——Ten years of life and death, without thinking, never forgetting.

For Song Wanyue, without Ming Yu, she has already gone through a lifetime of lovesickness and desolation alone over and over again in a year.

The author has something to say: I cried while writing.