Chapter 30 A Dream of a Thousand Years

A touch of white gauze fluttered in the wind. Although it was autumn, the sun was still so strong. Mo Qing stood on the grass, and the white gauze covered her face. Half of the face of the city loomed under the white gauze. The other half was just replaced by a light red color. At a sudden glance, it was as bright as the plum blossoms on the white gauze.

Her body has gradually improved since she stopped taking drugs. Now she can also walk on this grass. She knows in her heart that this is a sign of the return of light. She is destined to die in the most brilliant time and then quietly.

Mo Ning hasn't woken up since she came to Qingya Valley, but fortunately, the degree of healing after her injury is still stable, but she doesn't know what will happen to that face. Today, it is also the last step. I hope she can be safe and sound, and her efforts can also get a satisfactory answer. She looks It's better to believe in yourself than to believe in yourself.

She thought that one hand had already gently stroked her left face. Unfortunately, Qingquan lost all his martial arts skills. He suffered all day long. In the past three months, he had hardly said a few words. The most important sentence was that no matter when Ning Er woke up, I was willing to wait.

A breeze blew, and the man was dressed in black, like day and night. He approached and put a light purple cloak on Mo Qing. Hua Fang looked at her with a smile, and his heart was already full of pain. "The wind is strong, enter the house and look at the recovery results of Ning Er."

"Huafang, I'm very worried about Ning'er. I know my own body. Maybe one day, I will..."

Before she finished her words, Hua Fang had touched her scarlet lips with ten fingers and shook her head gently. "I know the concerns in your heart, but you said you would wait until Ning'er woke up."

Mo Ning was already seriously wet. She gently covered Hua Fang's hand. After feeling that he was obviously stunned, she slowly said, "Hua Fang, I'm afraid I can't wait for Ning Er to wake up."

"No, believe me."

"I believe you, but I know my body in my heart. Now that my father is no longer there, the prime minister's house has already been raided. Jing'er doesn't know where she is, and Ning'er doesn't know when she will wake up. Hua Fang, tell me the truth, will Ning'er wake up?" Speaking of this, the tears in her eyes have already overflowed her eyes. Now, she may have less than seven days left.

When Hua Fang heard what she said, he was silent. After a long time, he raised his head. "Ning'er's body can't be maintained with drugs for a long time. Moreover, she can't take drugs after a minor labor. If she wants to wake up, it depends on her nature. In addition, if she can't wake up within three years, it may be true. I won't wake up."

"Three years, that's enough." Mo Qing's performance was not as surprised as he imagined. She gently rubbed her eyes and looked at Hua Fang's frown. Her smile was like a snow lotus on the top of the iceberg. "Hua Fang, can you take me to see the river lanterns after today? I have been weak since I was a child. My father didn't allow me to play with Mo Ning. Thinking about it, I have never seen the river lantern.

"Okay, we'll leave tomorrow, Qingcheng." Hua Fang answered simply and laughed with her. In this way, the two walked into the room together. Zhong Qingquan still looked at Mo Ning in a daze, and the wound on his hand had already healed by 80%. Hua Fang and he just looked at each other. Although it was simple, there were countless hearts. The encounters were the same, so there was no need to say more. One word.

Hua Fang took the tool and gently removed the white brocade on Mo Ning's face. It was wrapped around, and everyone's hearts were together. Her white and tender skin was exposed. When everyone saw her whole face, they were stunned.

Zhong Qingquan lay her flat on **. Looking at her face, he always couldn't believe that this woman was Mo Ning. He was almost different in the past. Although he was not as beautiful as before, he was also the same beautiful.

"Is this fate? Hua Fang, you also said that she may forget some of the past, right?

Hua Fang and Mo Qing were equally silent. He just nodded and stopped talking.

"Is it destined not to let her continue to be Mo Ning?"

It's night, and several people have fallen asleep, with deep nightmares, as if they had been dreaming for thousands of years.

In the Phoenix Building in Qingcheng, Shengge is melodious and colorful. The inn in the whole city is extremely lively. People come and go on the streets at night in Qingcheng. Children chase and play on the street with windmills. The hawkers on both sides of the street are constantly shouting. Affectionate men and women snuggle together by the Yingxin River to set off river lanterns. The candlelight reflects people, as if In a fairyland.

Mo Qing and Hua Fang walked on both sides of the lively street. The two of them were holding hands. He chose the most exquisite river lamp for Mo Qing. He slowly walked to the Yingxin River and lit the river lamp. Mo Qing squatted on the river bank and slowly put the river lamp in his palm into the water. The rippled, carrying the river lamp slowly flowed to the middle of the river. Her eyes Shining by the light of the river lamp, he said softly, "If there is an afterlife, I wish it to be."

Huafang, it has been ten years. You have been waiting for me in Qingya Valley for ten years, but I can only accompany you here. I don't want to end it. However, I would like to have an afterlife, just cherish what should be cherished.

She thought softly, raised her head, looked at Hua Fang's handsome face, and smiled gently, "Hua Fang, what do you wish for?"

"May there be an afterlife." Hua Fang spit out these four words faintly. Mo Qing turned her head and looked at the middle of the river with twinkling eyes. I hope there will be an afterlife. You and I will meet on the riverside of Yingxin, drunkenness and stare. As a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love.

A gust of night wind blew through their clothes. The river lamp in the middle of the river gently rocked the chair with the lights. Hua Fang held her hand tightly, and her eyes were already full of pain. He stared at her deeply, "Qing'er, don't go."

She was confused as to why Hua Fang said so. Before she could speak, a feeling of pain surged up all over her body. A trace of blood oozed from her mouth and fell into her white brocade robe, like a newly opened red plum. At this time, the warmth in her hand had already dissipated. She looked at her empty palm, but she could no longer find it. The figure of Dehuafang...

When she opened her eyes, she was familiar with everything in the room. It turned out that she had a deep dream, and the pain in her body became stronger and stronger. She smiled bitterly, "Is it over like this?"

There was another fishy sweetness in her mouth. She lay on the bed and wet her eyes. Thank you for sending me such a beautiful dream, if there is an afterlife... As soon as she thought of this, she coughed violently, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth without restraint.

I would like to grow up on the Yingxin River, just to find the familiar figure in my mind.

At the moment when she lost consciousness, there was only this sentence in her heart that there was still time to speak...

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"Ninger, have you forgotten me?"

Mo Ning looked at his familiar back and looked at him in white. However, she didn't know who he was, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. She took a few steps forward and found that he was still as far away as herself. She walked step by step, and the anxiety in her heart seemed to have lost something. She gently said, "Who are you?"

"Have you really forgotten me?" The man was still standing in the gazebo with her back to her. She looked at Xiao in his hand, as if she remembered something. A headache came, and everything disappeared in an instant.

In the morning of the next day, Hua Jian walked into Mo Qing's room. He looked at Mo Qing's already cold body. Although his eyes were red, there was still a smile on his face. "Qing'er, it turns out that you really came to say goodbye to me." He said word by word, thinking of the dream last night, but it was so real.

He never shed a tear, because she said that he was not allowed to cry, so he looked at him with a smile and turned to run towards the deep mountain ice valley.

After a while, he came back with a huge piece of ice on his back, gently put it by the river of Qingya Valley, and put Mo Qing's body on the ice**. Then, he went to the firewood room, found paper strips and candles, made all kinds of river lights with his own hands, and did not come out for two days and nights.

Zhong Qingquan thought that China was too sad. He knocked on the door several times and didn't get any answer. On the third night, when he went out for a walk, he was attracted by the light in the distance. Countless river lights appeared in his river, as if it reflected the night into day. The breeze gusts, and the lights in the river lights were also Gently rocking the chair, the ripples in the river gently made waves. He stood in the distance and stared at the scene. When he turned around, his eyes were already complicated.

Hua Fang looked at the almost melting riverbed and looked at Mo Qing as if he were asleep. He looked at her with affectionate eyes, but he didn't want to leave any regrets. "Qing'er, Yingxin River?"

In such a simple sentence, it ended the night. The next day, he personally buried his favorite. He told Zhong Qingquan that Mo Qing did not tell herself where she wanted to go, so he had to put her in Qingya Valley. He was going to leave. When Mo Ning woke up, he would go to Qingcheng and Yingxin River.

Zhong Qingquan knew his pain at this time and gently patted him on the shoulder. His infatuation deeply touched him. He was the king of Qingyang and Qingcheng was under his jurisdiction. He told him that if possible, I want you to follow me.

"No, I'm afraid I'll miss her." He just gently replied with such a sentence and got up and left.

Hua Fang endured the pain in her heart and slowly cleaned up the things she left behind. A brown paper-like thing also appeared in his eyes. He opened it gently, and there was only one sentence written in it, "Huafang, I won't be a cloud. If you still be a magic doctor in the next life, I'm still willing to be a malignant disease. Man, can I meet you earlier?"

In a simple sentence, she said the feelings she had been avoiding in her heart. Huafang stood on the edge of the cliff, tore the letter with her own hands, sprinkled it in the air, placed deep love, and floated away with the wind...

Qing'er, Qing'er...