[Xu Run] If the master of Pixiang Temple holds the script

The canopy protrudes from the mountain, the pool in the cave is clear, and there are blossoming snow lotus lying on it. The ice hangs on the wall, crystal clear, reflecting the sunlight from the top of the cave, making people unable to open their eyes.

Going further inside is a stone cave with no door, only bamboo curtains.Stone wall and stone table in the cave, a bamboo bookcase stands in the corner, incense is lit on the stone table, the ink in the inkstone is still wet, several scrolls are stacked neatly on one side, and another scroll is pressed under the paperweight, and the painting is outlined. Out of some outlines, it is faintly the appearance of a man.

Then, there is a plain screen.

Xu Feng stood in front of the screen, her heart beating every now and then.

His mind was blank, and he walked around the screen uncontrollably, seeing the scenery behind the screen.

It was a bamboo bed.

On the ottoman at the foot of the bed, besides the neatly arranged shoes, there is also an open book, a slender and white hand hangs beside the bed, and the owner of the hand is hidden behind the lotus-colored gauze curtain.

Runyu fell asleep while reading.

It's almost winter, and it's the season of lethargy.

Through the gauze curtain, Xu Feng couldn't see Runyu's sleeping face clearly.He gently put Runyu's hanging hands back under the quilt and covered them, and sat quietly on the side of the bed to see how different the childish face was from the one in his memory.

The elder brother who has not yet grown up, although his eyes are closed, his brows are less sharp, more warm, and even have the unique arrogance of young people.The expression on that face was no longer that of letting go of a heavy burden in his arms, nor of the usual forcible and calm forbearance. There was no nightmare-ridden pain, let alone pale and feeble fragility.

He just fell asleep, and there were flowers, grass, and light in his dream.

Xu Feng looked at his brother who was flushed in sleep without blinking, until the person being stared at felt a little uncomfortable and turned over.

He suddenly felt very relieved.

Runyu is back, still a teenager, although he has experienced some hardships, but this time he will not experience another more cruel encounter, isn't this the luckiest thing.

Let everything start again, this time, he has enough ability to give his beloved a choice.

Xu Feng put down the gauze curtain, leaned against the bed and sat on the ottoman, picked up the book that had fallen, looked at the book Runyu had read, and waited for someone to wake up.

When Runyu wakes up, there will be flowers, grass, and light in what he calls a meaningless world.

This is probably the most wonderful waiting in the world.

END

Boss: You are wonderful, give me some cold wind farts, Guisun!

Zha Moren: As the protagonist of this article, don’t you have anything else to say in the final chapter besides swearing?

Principal: I am the protagonist of p, have you ever seen a protagonist who doesn't even have a name? (exhales fragrance)

Check someone: That's fine, I cut the network cable, and the story of the principal is over.In fact, I wanted to make sand sculptures in my heart. Unfortunately, the more I write, the more nondescript it is. It is neither sand sculptures nor delicate, and it is not cruel. But all in all, this story has many branches. After almost a year, it is finally over. Thank you all. Support all the way!The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, and we will meet again by fate!