Bring your son to chase after your wife, please go home

Chapter 1252 The End of the Grand Finale (7)
His slightly cool fingertips rubbed against her fiery palm, feeling cool.

Baili Changge held him instead, with firm eyes, "Ye Hen, I will definitely find a way to keep you alive."

"You don't need to say, I will live well." He opened the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Look, we are not gray yet!"

Baili Changge bit his lower lip lightly, and was speechless.

After getting off the carriage, several people need to hike up the mountain, and all the attendants stay at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing Ye Hen's weakness, Xigong Liangren wanted to help Baili Changge for him, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his outstretched hand.

He asked Ye Hen in a warm voice, "Can you go up?"

Ye Hen smiled faintly, "If I don't even have this bit of strength, how can I take care of Changge?"

After Yoshito Nishinomiya pursed his lips slightly, he squatted on the ground regardless of Ye Hen's reaction, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

Ye Hen frowned slightly, and froze in place, refusing to move.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xigong Liangren simply let out a gust of wind and laid Ye Hen's weak body heavily on his back, then stood up, greeted Wei Yu and Qingyan, and asked him to help Baili Changge, he He went up the steps with Ye Hen on his back.

Yoshito Nishinomiya didn't look back, just chuckled, "Don't try to struggle, or I'll just let you roll down from here."

"Do you think I will be threatened by you?" Ye Hen's acupoints were sealed and he couldn't move. He tried to break through the acupoints several times, but Yoshito Nishinomiya used spiritual power, and he couldn't untie it at all.

"I didn't before, but now, you will." Yoshito Nishinomiya replied in a gentle voice, no anger or displeasure could be heard in his tone.

Before Ye Hen could open his mouth, he said again: "In terms of age, you should call me 'brother'. It's only natural for my brother to be nice to my younger brother, but don't get me wrong, I will treat you well not just for you, but for Changge , as long as you are good, she will be happy, and I never mind doing more things to make her happy."

When Ye Hen thought that Baili Changge was once this person's fiancée, he felt mixed feelings.

Yoshito Nishinomiya sensed his thoughts, and chuckled again, "There is no predestined marriage in this world. If you see it right, two people with different personalities get along with each other and finally accept each other's shortcomings. This is marriage. Suitable for those who stand by the side of the road and watch her happy."

Ye Hen gradually relaxed, looking at the haze on the mountainside, and sighed slightly, "I met her when I was four years old, and now in the past 18 years, I have experienced the darkest time in life, and also the most heartbreaking time, but the most unforgettable Yes, it’s still the good memories she brought me. The sword she stabbed me and planted life and death in my body was because she loved me, and I thought to myself that I didn’t love her any less than you, Even more than you, so, quit!"

Yoshito Nishinomiya chuckled, "I've never been involved, how do I quit?"

Ye Hen also smiled, "It's best if you understand, my woman, forbid anyone to think about it."

Yoshito Nishinomiya smiled and was speechless.

An hour later, the group finally reached the top of the mountain.

The sun is rare today, the snow on the mountains is beginning to melt, and the wind is even colder.

There were bursts of orderly and extremely regular wooden fish sounds inside the Buddhist hall. Outside the Buddhist hall, someone told the people inside with a very warm and friendly voice one after another sentimental stories.

The storyteller was dressed in a silver-grey brocade robe, and the domineering look on his brows had long since been replaced by tenderness. He lay on the rocking chair, closed his eyes slightly, but the story in his mouth continued.

The teacher of Shuiyue Temple told Baili Changge that the man would come outside the Buddhist hall at a certain time every day, and then lie on the rocking chair, telling stories to the people inside in a leisurely manner.Although he never got a response, he seemed to enjoy it and never miss a day.

(End of this chapter)