Chapter 71 071 Lovers’ Stories Will Never Have Another Farewell (Main Text…
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Jiyuan suddenly disappeared in a very short moment.
The rolling black mud stopped flowing in the wind and disappeared as if evaporated by the scorching sun, and the roar in the valley gradually subsided.
Apart from the Great Freedom Hall which had become a pile of collapsed and weathered ruins, and the almost flattened mountains still filled with the ashes of the end of the world, there was almost no trace of Jiyuan's presence.
The demons' riots ended, the raging corpse poison subsided, and the wind and rain in the sky subsided.
The long-lost peace has returned. The monks who appeared in the Great Freedom Hall that day can no longer remember many things, but they all know one thing: the saint is gone.
Again.
The eruption of the Abyss, the sacrifice of the saint, and the end of the disaster.
Jing Huai's name once again resounded throughout the world of cultivation - except in one place, it was a taboo that must never be mentioned.
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Destroy the valley.
The little snake stared at the peach tree in the yard in a daze.
Zhuang Rong'er hadn't woken up for three months, and while waiting, he had gradually lost awareness of the passage of time.
Occasionally, he would think of how Ah Huai practiced sword here before.
How ridiculous, he was practicing with wooden sticks at that time.
Every time he glanced at him, he felt that this scheming man was just trying to attract Zhuang Rong'er's attention and was deliberately playing tricks.
But it turns out that Ah Huai is Jing Huai...
The little snake didn't know how to describe the sadness and melancholy lingering in his heart. He only knew that these emotions would be multiplied a hundred times, a thousand times, or even a million times on Zhuang Rong'er.
"She's not awake yet?"
A male voice came from behind. The little snake kept looking at the flowers, said "hmm" in an unpleasant tone, rolled his eyes and did not look back.
He completely hated Shui Jue, Zhuang Rong'er's nominal admirer who had never appeared at a critical moment.
The little snake didn't even dare to imagine how desperate his master would be on the day when the Great Freedom Palace fell.
At that time, he was knocked unconscious in the pavilion by Qing Hailou and could not be with her. In the end, she was even sent back by You Xueqi when she was unconscious.
At that time, where did Shui Jue appear? !
He kept saying that he couldn't get away because Shui Wu suddenly fell ill, but that was just an excuse.
He only knows how to show his presence when the situation is calm, and he is not even as good-looking as Jing Huai's hair...
"Did you fail to take good care of her?" Shui Jue's face darkened. "I checked her meridians a long time ago, and they're no longer broken. She should have regained consciousness after recuperating for so long!"
"Why are you roaring so loudly?" The little snake curled its lips. "Why don't you go back to the Demon Realm and show off your might? Otherwise, you won't scare the insect and snake masters in my valley!"
Shui Jue's expression became even uglier. He was about to speak, but suddenly left as if he had discovered something.
The little snake realized the direction he disappeared in, and was startled. It hurriedly followed him. It was Zhuang Rong'er's room! The master should be awake!
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Unlike every scene that the little snake had imagined, Zhuang Rong'er's awakening was very calm.
She just slowly opened her eyes, as if she had just woken up from a dream on an ordinary afternoon. There was no undercurrent in her eyes, and even her breathing was very light.
"Zhuang Rong'er...how do you feel?" Shui Jue frowned and moved closer, grabbed her hand and was about to take her pulse, but she pulled her hand back.
The little snake took the opportunity to move forward and push the people aside. It carefully looked at Zhuang Rong'er's expression and said with a worried look in its eyes, "Master, Master, you are finally awake! I miss you so much that my gallbladder is about to burst!"
Zhuang Rong'er glanced at him and actually smiled.
It's a very slight curve, but it's a real smile!
The little snake was stunned, and Shui Jue was also stunned.
The two of them even looked at each other unconsciously.
"It's okay, I just feel like... eating something."
Zhuang Rong'er tilted her head slightly and looked at the sky outside the window.
She seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness, and she didn't have enough strength to speak, but she still carried a lot of weight in front of the two of them.
"I will now ask a chef from the human world to cook some wild delicacies for you!" Shui Jue said.
The little snake was also stunned for a moment, then puffed out his chest, "Master, I'll do it for you myself!"
Zhuang Rong'er seldom ate before, but now she has slept for three consecutive months, which is second only to the three years of coma caused by possession a hundred years ago. Any changes in her thoughts are normal!
As long as she doesn't think of that person...
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The little snake's worries were not triggered for a long time.
Zhuang Rong'er's behavior every day afterwards was the same as the moment she woke up, peaceful and tranquil, and she even smiled at him more than once.
During this period of time, many people came to Cuihuan Valley.
In addition to Shui Jue, there was You Xueqi who came and went in a hurry, Wu Heng and Shu Qianhe who came together as uncle and nephew, Nian You who always wanted to say something but stopped, Yu Huansheng with a gloomy expression, and even Shui Wu, whose headache no longer recurred, and her little follower Lu Baozhen.
Among these guests, Xiaoshe gets along best with Shu Qianhe, because she is the best at observing people's expressions and is also the best at finding all kinds of novel and interesting things to entertain Zhuang Ronger.
The ones he hated the most were Nian You, Yu Huansheng, and Shui Wu.
I hate the former because the expressions they show make the little snake frightened. I always feel that I will hear the forbidden name in the next second. Although it doesn’t happen in the end, everyone tacitly pretends to completely forget the existence of a certain person, but the little snake still finds it difficult to bear such ups and downs in emotions.
As for the latter, it was simply because they were too good at causing trouble and had no sense of propriety at all! For example, right now—
"Sister Rong'er! Can you give me a little toy like this? I love it so much, but it's a pity that it can't fly..."
Shui Wu ran in from outside, holding something brown in her hand.
She spread out her palms, and the little snake's expression immediately changed.
He subconsciously rushed forward and tried to open Shui Wu's hand, because what was resting in her palm was a mechanical bird!
It's a mechanical bird!
Would Zhuang Rong'er get angry? Would she go mad? Would she chop off Shui Wu's hand or raze the entire space to the ground?
No matter what the consequences are, the most important thing is that she will be sad, in pain, and will be reminded of those most unbearable memories!
"Get out!" the little snake yelled.
His voice was probably frightening because he, too, felt a sense of independent, exasperated irritation.
But because her words overlapped with Zhuang Rong'er's, the oppressive feeling was diluted so much that Shui Wu didn't take his angry expression to heart at all. She just paused for a moment and said sweetly, "Thank you, Sister Rong'er, you are so kind!"
Because what Zhuang Rong'er said was—
"Can."
“…” The little snake turned back in disbelief, unable to recover from shock and confusion.
The "culprit" had already happily run out again with the mechanical bird in his arms, and Zhuang Rong'er didn't even call out to her.
The room fell silent.
Xiaoshe frequently stole glances at Zhuang Ronger's expression. Every time he thought she would realize the situation and get angry, he never got the expected scene.
...Why is this time different from a hundred years ago?
In fact, no matter what, he should be happy for his master.
She doesn't dwell on the past, doesn't numb herself with pain, and doesn't fall into the obsession of having to be with someone. This is clearly the best thing in the world - isn't this the state that person most wants to see?
Finally, this idea that suddenly appeared in his mind hit Xiaoshe hard. He suddenly reacted and looked at Zhuang Ronger again. Seeing that she was staring at her trembling ring finger, he felt extremely sad.
"Owner……"
He wanted to say something, but he felt like crying even more.
The tears that gushed out overwhelmed him, and the little snake burst into tears and couldn't stop crying.
It seemed as if his tears could never stop flowing - because he wanted to vent for another repressed person, to express the turbulent emotions beneath the ice, so his tears turned into a double river!
Until his eyes were blurred with tears, he vaguely saw something flying towards him.
The little snake's tears stopped. He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, trying to see clearly the object that was stumbling towards Zhuang Rong'er.
It was a mechanical bird with flapping wings.
Its wings opened and closed at a fixed frequency, constantly making a noise like some kind of wood friction.
From outside the door, Shui Wu's exclamation could still be heard faintly, "Hey, why did it suddenly fly up!"
Yeah, it wasn't supposed to fly!
Because the guy who made it is no longer here!
A few minutes ago, when it rested in Shui Wu's hand, it was still a piece of utter waste wood!
Shui Wu's voice outside suddenly stopped, and Xiao She's heartbeat accelerated sharply, because he saw the person coming against the light behind the mechanical bird... him!
Before he could see the face clearly, Zhuang Rong'er had already pounced on him - and was caught by the man!
"...Ah!" After being stunned for a moment, the little snake couldn't help but let out a short scream, which then turned into a silent scream. He stomped his feet and ran out of the room quickly, and finally hurriedly closed the door for the two of them.
...Ahuai, no, no, it’s Jinghuai, Jinghuai is back!
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Zhuang Rong'er thought she was dreaming.
She spent a long time pretending that everything was fine, because after her final contact with the statue, she also tried to deceive herself at some point.
Because otherwise, she didn't know how to live.
She cannot die. Like all living beings, she is one of the lives he would rather sacrifice to save.
How dare she hate Jing Huai for abandoning her?
How dare I choose to follow him so recklessly?
But even though she is alive, what is the difference between her and a walking corpse?
Zhuang Rong'er didn't know. She felt as if she was floating in the mortal world, no different from a wandering soul. This time, even the things that were holding her back no longer existed.
But the long-lost, extremely slight pulling feeling on her ring finger was like a soul-calling call, bringing her back to the world.
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"...Jing Huai?" She called the name carefully.
The person she was hugging so tightly was so real that even if this was a dream, she didn't want to wake up again.
"...I'm sorry." The voice in my ear was soft, but extremely clear.
Zhuang Rong'er's mind went blank. She struggled to stand up and looked into Jing Huai's eyes. She saw her own stunned expression in his dark red pupils. Meeting his gentle, cherishing, yet slightly uneasy gaze, tears instantly flowed down her cheeks, but her smile grew wider and wider involuntarily, "Jing Huai, Jing Huai..."
She cried and laughed, and just called out his name.
“…It’s Ah Huai.”
The Jinghuai that belongs to the world no longer exists.
Now there is only Ah Huai who belongs to Zhuang Ronger.
Ah Huai gently wiped away Zhuang Rong'er's tears while tightening his embrace. "Don't cry, I won't leave again, I won't disappear from your sight again, I won't be a few steps away from you again..."
He will fulfill all the promises he made by the hot spring in Yingyue Palace.
But does what Zhuang Ronger said at that time still count?
For example, that sentence... "Let's get married, okay?" Now, he wants to answer it again.
"So...are you willing?"
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Silently, Zhuang Rong'er broke away from his arms.
Ah Huai felt empty in her heart for a moment, but the next second, lips moistened with tears came up to hers and imprinted on her lips.
Her answer was to rush over and kiss him.
The kiss mixed with tears, this time brought not the shared bitterness, but the heart-pounding sweetness.
"willing."
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There will be no more separation in the story of lovers.
There is only the tacit understanding in each other's eyes between the morning bells and evening drums, and the tightly clasped hands year after year.
(End of text)
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The author has something to say: The main text ends here. There are three extra chapters, postscript + Jing Huai's previous life perspective + Qing Hai Lou's secret perspective. I will try to finish them this week.
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