It was raining on the day Fu Yunshen passed away.

There were old friends, children, and grandchildren in the ward. After talking to the children, Shi Mu was the only one left in the room.

Shi Mu was old, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were as clear as when he was young. When

a person is about to die, he will have a last burst of light. Fu Yunshen, who was like a dead leaf, instantly became energetic when he saw Shi Mu's face, his eyes were shining, and there was a smile on his dry lips.

"I knitted ten scarves for you. You change one a year. That's enough."

Shi Mu sneered: "I'm 75 years old now. You knit so many, I can't afford to lose weight."

Fu Yunshen closed his eyes. His throat was uncomfortable, and there was a breath that was always blocked, unable to go up or down.

After a few gasps, Fu Yunshen caught a glimpse of a dark cloud in the distance, as if someone was coming to pick him up.

He stretched out his hand, which was no longer young, but thin and with black fingertips. Shi Mu reached out to hold his hand, and he suddenly squeezed it. Shi

Mu was in a trance, and suddenly remembered when they were young, when Fu Yunshen held her tightly, as if he was holding the whole world. He took her through the warm spring and the winter snow. Unknowingly, they both grew old, and unknowingly... he was going to die.

"Wife..." His voice lowered.

Shi Mu put his ear close to her.

Fu Yunshen slowly, slowly uttered a series of discontinuous syllables: "I have never figured out, where... where did you come from? I have never asked, and I don't care, but I want to hear you tell me in person, do you regret being with me in this life?"

He is not a fool.

No one will appear for no reason, and treat you well for no reason.

He told Shi Mu that he liked her all his life, and talked about love for a lifetime, but at the end, he wanted to hear the answer from her in person.

Shi Mu stammered, opened her mouth, and said only one word, then his hand left his palm, and his closed eyes never opened again.

Fu Yunshen's funeral was simple, and the cemetery was chosen to be quiet.

On the day of the burial, after the guests left, Shi Mu was left alone standing in front of his tombstone.

The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and the weather was slightly cold.

Shichen came over from behind, wrapped her scarf tightly, put his arm around her, bent down and whispered carefully, "Mom, let's go back."

Shimu nodded.

Her legs and feet were not very good, and her knees hurt like needles every time she took a step. Shichen took care of his mother and walked slowly and carefully. They

were almost out of the cemetery, but Shimu didn't want to go anymore, and sat down on the steps stubbornly. Shichen was afraid that she would be cold, so he took off his coat and put it on the stone. Shimu leaned on his son's broad shoulders, and his consciousness was blurred.

"Mom, do you love dad in this life?"

Shi Mu's eyelashes trembled: "Yes, I love you. I still have the same penis I had when your father and I first met..."

Shi Chen looked shocked: "What did you say?" Shi

Mu sighed: "Nothing." Children nowadays are ignorant and get surprised.

Shi Chen glanced at her: "Dad loved you very much. When he was seriously ill, he still ran home from the hospital to celebrate your birthday. When I was a child, I always felt that I and Shi were redundant. Now Dad is gone..." Shi Chen gritted her teeth, and the sob still flowed out of her throat.

Shi Mu squinted her eyes and looked at her son. He looked surprisingly similar to Fu Yunshen. Staring at this face, Shi Mu thought of Fu Yunshen's appearance when he was young. Her eyes were dazed, and her heart suddenly began to hurt. The pain was like a poison invading, madly devouring the blood and flesh in her heart. After sucking it all away, the pain began to spread to her limbs.

"Chen'er, let mom be alone for a while."

Shi Chen looked at her, got up and went behind a tree not far away.

She sat on the steps, her figure was thin and lonely under the falling autumn leaves.

Shi Mu pulled the red scarf around her neck tightly. This was the scarf that Fu Yunshen had knitted for her when he was alive. In the middle of the night, he knitted scarves in the hospital without sleep, and he would always be teased by other patients.

Does she love Fu Yunshen?

She had already answered this question with her own life.

Shi Mu closed his eyes, feeling drowsy, when a familiar voice rang out.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host Shi Mu for completing the main mission - to stay with Fu Yunshen until old age and give Fu Yunshen a home. The mission is completed, and you can choose the reward.]

Shi Mu was stunned: [Are you still there?]

The system's voice was calm; [Of course host, I will be with you.]

Shi Mu leaned lazily against the railing: [You haven't shown up, I thought you had left long ago.]

System: [Everything you have done for Fu Yunshen is in accordance with your heart. The system can no longer control you. Now you can choose your wish. One: Return to reality for revenge. Two: Other. No matter what you choose, the system will help you achieve your wish.]

Revenge?

Shi Mu has lived a lifetime and has long seen through the world. She is open-minded and has even forgotten what she looked like in her previous life.

All of this really seems like a dream.

Shi Mu couldn't help but touch the warm scarf around her neck, on which Fu Yunshen's breath was still lingering.

"I want to... make an

appointment with Fu Yunshen for the next life." This life is too short, so it's better to make an appointment in the next life.

In the next life, they will still be teenagers, and when I see him again, I want to say hello: "Hello, Fu Yunshen."

[My wish has come true, host, goodbye.]

The author has something to say: It's over!

The car in the previous chapter is in the Weibo, you can see it when you enter the homepage. If you are interested, you can search for Fu Yunshen x Shi Mu, no need to send me a private message.

The next book I'll read is "Dodder is Coming Back", please add it to your collection_(:3∠)_This