Chapter 699 Extra (two people go home)
Time flies, and more than fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Du Wanchun truly understood what it meant to remain steadfast for ten years.
With her head full of silver hair, she sat by Zhou Ruiyuan's bedside, watching him slowly lose his breath.
In the past, Zhou Ruiyuan often said that he wanted to grow old with her.
His hair has turned white, but he has passed away first.
Mianmian, Yi'er, and Yu'er were all waiting outside. They had always known that their mother and father had a deep bond, and they were afraid that their mother would not be able to bear it.
However, Du Wanchun was much calmer than they had imagined.
The funeral proceeded as planned.
After Zhou Ruiyuan was buried, Mianmian suddenly discovered that her mother was missing.
She searched the house inside and out, but still couldn't find her mother.
Yi'er, Yu'er, and Fei Fei were extremely anxious.
It wasn't until they found a letter on the table that they realized their mother had gone to accompany their father.
Mianmian was heartbroken, and Qing'er comforted her, "Mianmian, don't be too sad. Maybe your parents are reunited in another place."
Mianmian looked up, her face streaked with tears, "Really?"
Qing'er didn't answer immediately, but picked up the letter and continued reading.
"I'll go home with your father."
“Mianmian, listen, they are going home.”
Mianmian took the letter from him and found that it was indeed true.
“Grandmother once said that Mother is no ordinary person. I think she must have secrets that we don’t know,” Yi’er said slowly.
The children all sensed something was different.
Mianmian gradually emerged from her sadness.
She said slowly, "I just can't bear to part with my mother."
Qing'er took her hand and said, "From now on, I'll still be here for you."
Mianmian held Qing'er's hand tightly and wiped away her tears. "Mother doesn't want me to be sad either. I won't cry anymore."
Although the four siblings were all very sad, they still managed to hold a grand funeral for Zhou Ruiyuan.
On the final tombstone, Du Wanchun's name was re-engraved.
It can be considered that they were buried together as husband and wife.
After it was finished, everyone left one after another.
Mianmian kept turning back every three steps, knowing that her mother was watching her from somewhere.
Above the nine heavens, surrounded by white clouds.
Zhou Ruiyuan stood guard at the door alone for a long time.
About an hour later, a woman dressed in a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) slowly walked over.
She had jet-black hair, a beautiful face, and two fluffy little balls on her head.
He recognized her at a glance; this was his wife.
"Wan Chun!"
He strode forward and hugged her tightly.
"Great, we're all back."
Du Wanchun raised her hand and gently patted his shoulder, "Fellow immortal, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I don't know you."
Zhou Ruiyuan's eyes widened suddenly, staring at her in horror. "Wanchun, don't you remember me? I'm your husband!"
Du Wanchun shook her head. "I don't have a husband. Who are you?"
Zhou Ruiyuan was shocked. "Wanchun, you really don't recognize me?"
Du Wanchun slowly walked inside. "Are you a new immortal?"
Zhou Ruiyuan stepped forward, pulled her along, and said anxiously, "Wanchun, look at me again. I am your husband. Look at me, I haven't changed."
He looked the same as before, only younger, just like when he first met Du Wanchun.
Du Wanchun turned around and looked at him intently.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhou Ruiyuan's heart, and he smiled, "Did you recognize me?"
Du Wanchun shook her head dejectedly, "I really can't remember who you are."
Zhou Ruiyuan was disappointed, but he quickly cheered up and said with a smile, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. Let's get to know each other again starting today."
He said this while slowly releasing her.
At this moment, a smile appeared in Du Wanchun's eyes.
Zhou Ruiyuan looked at it with a smile, then his body stiffened again.
"you......"
Du Wanchun laughed and then rushed towards him, "Silly boy, how could I forget you? Whether in heaven or on earth, I remember you."
Zhou Ruiyuan's tense heart relaxed, and he pulled her into his arms. "Wanchun...I..."
“Hmm… I’m here…” Du Wanchun responded softly.
Zhou Ruiyuan hugged her tightly, saying, "Wanchun, we will never be apart again."
Du Wanchun nodded, "Yes, just like my parents."
Zhou Ruiyuan took her hand and slowly walked inside, his face full of smiles. "Let's go, let's go see your parents."
Du Wanchun stopped him, looked up at the sky, and whispered, "There's no need to go. My parents must be out sightseeing right now."
Zhou Ruiyuan looked around and found that he really didn't see anyone. "Then let's go home."
“Okay!” Du Wanchun took his hand and they ran together to the palace where they lived in their childhood.
In the past, he was just a magical herb.
She watered him, and he slowly grew into a human shape.
Now, he is her husband, and they will never be apart again.
The sound of their laughter came from the horizon.
The sky cleared, and a long rainbow rose over Changliu Village.
Mianmian seemed to vaguely hear her mother's voice.
She looked up and saw a rainbow, which warmed her heart.
"Qing'er! Qing'er! Come and see!"
Qing'er slowly walked in from the inner room. "What's wrong, Mianmian?"
Mianmian pointed to the rainbow and said, "I think I saw my mother."
Qing'er thought she just missed her mother, so she went up to her, hugged her, and asked, "Where are you?"
Mianmian pointed to the rainbow again, "There it is!"
Qing'er focused her gaze and, in the dim light, seemed to actually see a figure.
The two stood under the glow of the sunset, their figures overlapping, inseparable.
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