Ten thousand years later.
The world changes dramatically.
In an immortal abode on Qiuli Mountain, a young man strode out of the cave, followed by a woman in pink, slim and graceful.
The woman called out to the man, "Chao Li, wait a minute!"
Chao Li turned around, and the woman came forward and gently tidied his clothes. Chao Li looked down at her, pursed his lips and smiled happily.
The woman instructed, "Go quickly and come back soon. I've cooked your favorite meal today. First, send two pots of our newly brewed pear blossom wine to my parents, and then send two pots to that little brat..."
Chao Li complained disdainfully, "Who is the father anyway? Should I send him wine?"
The woman found it funny and punched Chao Li lightly, "You're the father, so what?"
Chao Li grabbed the woman's pink fist, brought it to her lips and kissed her. He stopped joking and said softly, "Wan'er, wait for me to come back."
"Um."
After watching Chao Li leave, Shangguan Qingwan was about to turn around and go back when a white shadow suddenly flashed past in her peripheral vision. She looked at it and was stunned the next second.
The yard was in the midst of spring, the breeze carried the fragrance of pear blossoms, and in the rain of falling petals stood a man in white, his clothes fluttering and his air of an immortal. If you didn't look closely, he would look as beautiful as a pear blossom spirit.
But at this moment, that stunning face was dark and gloomy, and those eyes that should have been clear and indifferent were scarlet as blood. He just looked at her like that, and it seemed as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers hidden in his eyes, so deep, so heavy.
What does it mean to be?
Shangguan Qingwan frowned. Why did she feel that this person looked familiar?
And subconsciously, I felt that he shouldn't be like this... like a madman.
What should he look like?
Who is he?
Shangguan Qingwan pondered for a long time, but finally gave up. She put on a friendly smile and asked, "Is this fellow Taoist lost?"
After Shangguan Qingwan finished speaking, she saw the man in front of her stiffen, dazed and broken. His already thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind in an instant.
Shangguan Qingwan was afraid that he would die in her home.
"Is Daoist friend injured?"
Since she and Chao Li lived in seclusion here, they have saved many injured elves passing by.
When the man heard this, he lowered his brows and looked down for a moment. Shangguan Qingwan did not miss the thick and unremitting sadness in his eyes.
A crystal drop fell quietly and disappeared without a trace.
The man's brows were tightly knitted together, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in thick quagmire, unable to struggle out.
The sad and desolate atmosphere, wrapped in the wind, brought it to Shangguan Qingwan. Shangguan Qingwan pursed her lips, took a step forward, and tentatively said, "This is my home. If you don't mind, you can come in and have a cup of tea to calm your mind."
The words ended in silence, and no one responded for a long time.
Just when Shangguan Qingwan's patience was about to run out, the man nodded subtly.
Although she and Chao Li's home in Qiuli Mountain was a temporary residence, it was not simple. Instead, it was clean and warm. Especially after they drove the little rascal out, the years became peaceful and it felt like they had been reborn physically and mentally.
Shangguan Qingwan went to make tea and asked the man to sit down.
"My home is cold and leaky, and I'm afraid there will be something wrong."
She turned around with the teapot in her hand and saw the man in white examining her house carefully. His crimson eyes swept over her paintings on the wall, her piano in the corner, some of the things in the house that looked like they were used by the man, and some were the child's toys when he was little.
Shangguan Qingwan felt a little uncomfortable and thought that this man was a bit presumptuous, but she endured it until the man's gaze was drawn from the main room to the dormitory. There was a simple wooden bed in the dormitory with two pillows pressed tightly together on the bed, and an undone quilt casually placed on it. On the pillows, there was a bunch of freshly picked spring peaches.
She took a deep breath and was about to stop the man from looking any further when she saw him turn his head away, close his eyes tightly, and tears flowed out.
His lips kept moving, his brows were furrowed, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his jaw was tense, as if he had endured it to the extreme, but the pain in his heart still lingered.
Even in the quiet room, one could faintly hear the man's suppressed crying.
Shangguan Qingwan placed the teapot on the Eight Immortals Table and asked slowly, "Fellow Daoist, are you in the way? Do you need my help?"
Shangguan Qingwan was both excited and inexplicably solemn. She really wanted to hear gossip about this person, but she felt more and more that he looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere. She racked her brains to think about it again, but still couldn't come up with an answer.
It’s all because she lived too long and met too many people and things.
She sighed, trying to comfort him, "You...don't be sad. You need to be more open-minded. We are different from ordinary people. We have a long lifespan and will definitely encounter more hardships, but all the pain will pass. It may hurt a lot today, but after a hundred years, you will forget it!"
Forgot?
He really wanted to ask, did she forget him completely like this?
Shangguan Qingwan's thoughtful expression was exactly the same as before, and it remained in Henglin's eyes for a moment. In his blurred vision, he saw that she was trying hard to recall his memory but could not recognize him. The excitement and ecstasy he had felt when he first learned that he could see her disappeared in an instant.
She really forgot about him.
Over the past ten thousand years, he had imagined countless scenarios of meeting her again. He had imagined whether she would hate him, blame him, hold a grudge against him, or just let it go. But he had never imagined the possibility that she had forgotten him.
In the long years she talked about, it turned out that he was the only one who carried their brief memories, chewing them carefully, regretting and hurting but unwilling to forget even a little bit.
She forgot...
I really want to destroy everything that's an eyesore in front of me...
Why?
Heng Lin felt that his soul and body had been separated. His body was silent, but his soul huddled in a dark corner. Just like all these years, whenever he thought about it, he felt that he had completely lost her since that day.
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