Tender as wild

In Hanming Temple.

A monk wearing white robes walked barefoot into the backyard.

Just put in three hanging incense sticks.

A black car drove in outside the door. The man came in silently, slowly picked up the brush on the table, and painted a new color on the tablet.

The monk lowered his eyes silently and retreated to the edge of the porch.

long time.

The man's steady footsteps sounded again, and he walked to his side with a cold voice.

"I dreamed about her. I dreamed that she was doing well and smiling."

The monk held a piece of Buddhist beads and spoke in a South Asian language that the Chinese could not understand. "The secret law says that dreaming about a dead person should be expressionless. Every time you dream about her smiling, your destiny will change in a certain period of time." She will also dream about you once. It should be said that every time she changes, she will connect with you, but doing so will not be good for you in this world, and she will not be able to survive."

The harm is even greater.

Everyone is talking.

This rich jewelry businessman is crazy, not obsessed with romance, but only abides by superstition. He spends a lot of money and cuts his blood and flesh every day, trying to change the fate of a dead person.

There was even a program that made a column analyzing his every move.

Spending a lot of money, are you here to pray for the gods, or are you just wishful thinking and want to ask the gods for help?
Fang Ye's hands trembling under his sleeves, his facial features are still as bright as when he was young, but after years of precipitation, they are calmer.

His eyes were as gray as smoke, and he suddenly laughed, taking a syringe to draw out a small tube of blood, "Being able to dream about her is already a benefit, I am satisfied."

The monk turned the beads and said, "You have meditated."

He was originally a materialist through and through and firmly believed that everything was done by himself.

But the girl died.

The only warmth he had in this world was extinguished, and he turned into a moody lunatic. His heart was so painful that it was about to bleed. It was obvious that her figure was always spinning in his mind during the day. In the desperate night, he never even dreamed of her. .

He remembered the legend about the soul being trapped in place. Once the girl said that she was afraid of such an ending and did not want to repeat it so many times, so she never dared to die.

It's ridiculous.

He actually found a mage from South Asia and came to Beicheng.

Just for peace of mind.

Later, he could often see her in his dreams.

Every step is towards a better place.

Regardless of whether this ritual was true or not, he only hoped to dream about her, and he also hoped that the dream would be longer and better.

if it is real.

That's better.

He is willing to keep burning his life to give her 99 reincarnations a happy ending.

Under Hanming Temple.

It is filled with wild pear trees that bloom.

This was what he planned to use to make a wish for Bai Li. She had lived such a miserable life and had never been hurt by anyone, so she must have many wishes.

After Fang Ye came out of the temple, he stood beside the towering pavilion. The bodyguards all lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.

Above the clouds and mist, he placed his hands together in front of his forehead, his silver bracelets shining brightly.

When I saw pear blossoms falling.

He whispered softly, "White Pear." Go bravely.

……

It's another parallel time and space.

Early summer at the end of the seventeenth year.

After Bai Li finished writing the test paper, she closed her eyes in a daze.

She had a dream.

Can't remember what it was.

But it seems to explain why she remembered Fang Ye’s face as an adult since she was a child, and why she drew that face into a cartoon as a stable source of living expenses.

After waking up, she was not sure. Some insubstantial pictures flashed through her mind, and a voice told her, "Go forward bravely, and all the pain will disappear."

Baili's heart was pounding. As the bell rang for handing in the paper, she came back to her senses and looked at the Q print on the draft paper of the test paper. She used the most beautiful brushstrokes. It would be great if she could add more bright colors. , dark and unsightly.

In the same rainy weather, Bai Li walked out of the classroom and met Su Ling.

After being ridiculed.

Her eyes were just looking at the two railroad tracks leading into the distance.

There is still money in hand.

She didn't want to stay here anymore, even if she just escaped for a while.

A voice in my heart sounded again.

——Let’s go now.

--leave here.

There was a frail girl who walked resolutely to the high-speed rail station.

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(Babys, leave your footprints and check in after reading this!)
I'm happy to have finished another story.

I am also very happy that you all have been with me.

Accompany Bai Li and Fang Ye.

99 times is a long time.

I hope that my baby will gain the courage to find his own happiness every time.

Love yourself and be brave, not just ninety-nine times, but thousands of times.

The mountains and rivers cannot reach any place.

We will always meet again.

The new book will also be available to you soon.

In terms of writing a book, I will try my best to correct the shortcomings that need to be corrected.

So, we still don’t say goodbye.

Zhaozhao once again thanks you all for your company and support.

Bow and scatter flowers.