Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Cape Star City.

Green capsule pharmacy.

backyard.

Qin Qingrong was lying on the bed, pale and short of breath. She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't do it with all her strength.

"How is the situation?"

My friend Liu Jinxi's voice floated to her ears, like illusion, like in front of him, and like in the horizon.

"Back to the old lady." The voice of Doctor He in the pharmacy sounded, and the tape sighed:

"The master's family is old and weak, qi and blood are exhausted, this is senility, and has contracted cold disease, it is... the medicine stone is hopeless."

There was silence in the court.

Only the chilling cicada outside the house was crying endlessly, as if it had to use the last bit of strength on the body to stop.

Qin Qingrong's breathing suddenly slowed down, as if she had stopped the needless struggle, and chose to accept her fate.

"Is the medicine stone helpless..."

Liu Jinxi's voice floated into her ears, with a touch of sadness.

Over the years, she has given away a lot of old things, and has become accustomed to the departure of those around her.

But Qin Qingrong is different.

Inside the house.

The two people who stood and lie down seemed to go back a long time ago.

At that time, they were youthful and young, and their faces continued to smile every day.

Death, in their eyes at the time, seemed to be something that would never come.

now!

Liu Jinxi lowered her head, looked at her old friend in her boudoir who was lying on the bed silently, her eyes were sad, and she slowly closed her eyes.

"You have been busy for a long time, and you are all tired, Qing Rong also needs to rest, all...get back."

"Yes."

The number of people should be, and then cautious footsteps sounded, gradually getting farther and farther away.

Qin Qingrong could feel that the bedding on her body was carefully taken away.

A rough and familiar hand brushed his cheek gently to help tidy up his hair.

At some point, two tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

Liu Jinxi's movements stiffened, and then trembling hands, helping her wipe away the tears from her face.

"Qing Rong, go to sleep, go to sleep."

The old, slow, and familiar voice made Qin Qingrong feel in a daze. This scene seemed familiar.

A scene in the memory quietly emerged.

At that time, the two young people were playing in the room without telling their father. They were sleepy and tired, just like that. They lie down and say something in a low voice.

"Go to sleep!"

"When you fall asleep, everything will pass. Open your eyes and we will meet again."

Liu Jinxi stroked her friend's forehead, listening to her breathing gradually deepening, until it was a long time before she got up slowly.

She made the bed, hoping that her friend could walk more decently, and not be as painful as Wenying.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, as the door closed, the final footsteps gradually became inaudible.

Qin Qingrong closed her eyes, and her consciousness began to blur.

Everything in the past has been swiped in the sea of ​​consciousness, except for an unforgettable figure, the others have long been blurred.

I don't know when.

The sound of the door opening came again, this time, the sound of footsteps was different from the past.

The man came to the bed and took her hand.

‘Are you going to take me away? ’

‘I don’t know what the so-called ecstatic messenger looks like, it’s a pity... I am unwilling. ’

‘He said he would come back to see me, but I couldn’t wait until...’

Sudden.

Her body stiffened, she seemed to have guessed something, her throat rolled, and she spoke with difficulty:

"Don't ask?"

"it's me."

The familiar voice rang in her ears, and there was a warm breath that sank into her exhausted body.

Qin Qingrong opened her eyes trembling, and there was a familiar but old face in her sight.

"you're old."

"We are all old."

"Ah……"

Qin Qingrong's eyes were red, and she slowly sat up, stretched out her hand and stroked the cheek of the person in front of her, her voice in a trance:

"If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up."

"This is not a dream."

Don't ask to speak slowly, with complicated eyes:

"Sorry, I'm late."

"No, it's not too late." Qin Qingrong's wrist trembled lightly:

"It's really not a dream."

It's not a dream, how can I open my eyes?

Not a dream, how can I sit up?

Not a dream...

How can I see the people in front of me?

but.

Even if it is a dream, she is willing.

…………

Late autumn is over, and winter is approaching.

Mountain forest.

The fallen leaves covered the ground, and the birds had already returned to their nests.

Except for the cold wind that passes by from time to time, there is no one here, but there are two people traveling together.

Both are no longer young.

The man has white hair on his temples and his face is vicissitudes of life, making it difficult to distinguish his age.

The woman has gray hair, no face, only a layer of shriveled skin on her hands, and her figure is even more rickety.

"Crack..."

Stepping on the fallen leaves and listening to the footsteps, Qin Qingrong's face showed a long-lost comfort.

"Years!"

She sighed softly:

"I haven't dared to see the wind for a long time, for fear of catching the cold, it seems to be a torment to live."

"It's always good to be alive." Mo Qiu said again:

"I am late."

"It's not too late." Qin Qingrong tightened her wrists when she heard the words, and turned her side a little shyly:

"I should prepare."

Although she was taken care of by a friend arranged by her friend, she hadn't been groomed for a long time after all.

The slender body exudes an old man's smell even more.

Pungent, unpleasant, and decayed.

If you say that in the eyes of practitioners, mortals are muddy.

The mortal who is about to get old is a mixture of dirty things, and it feels disgusting at the first glance.

Do not ask to turn his head, looking at Qin Qingrong, his expression unchanged.

The person in front of him is no longer youthful, even if he has taken the beauty pill, now it has lost its effectiveness.

White hair, wrinkles on the face, muddy eyes, joyful but nervous eyes...

She used to have outstanding looks and confident eyes.

now.

The body is nearly decayed, and the soul is more like a candle in the wind, weak and powerless, if it is unable to support it, a wind can easily blow it out.

Just like countless old mortals who are about to die.

but.

She is so special again.

"Senior Sister."

Do not ask for the third time to speak:

"I'm late."

"clatter……"

Qin Qingrong turned around slowly with the sound of footsteps abruptly, as if she understood something, tears were already in her eyes.

She trembled and shook her head, her voice hoarse:

"It's not late."

"If you can come, I...I'm already satisfied."

Do not ask for silence, and then sighed lightly, his long sleeves flicked, and Qin Qingrong flew high into the sky.

In the vast sky, he pointed a little, and a ray of flame emerged out of thin air, turning into a cloud with a cloud chair on it.

The flame floats like clouds, the red glow is not visible, falling on it is like stepping on the ground, nothing uncomfortable.

Qin Qingrong tentatively stepped on her face, wrinkles stretched out and smiled:

"Yukong Feitian, you can change a lot, Junior Brother, you have become a real fairy."

She was afraid of heights since she was a child, but then she supported Moqiu and stepped on the clouds, she was not afraid at all.

"Not a fairy." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"It's just a cultivator who seeks immortality."

"That's also very good." Qin Qingrong sat on the cloud chair with Moqiu's help, took a breath and said:

"Since we left Cape Star City, I have understood that whatever you want to do, you can do it."

"Yes."

Mo Qiu smiled, waved his hand to reveal a cloud bench on the side, and sat on it:

"The world is difficult. For people who have no foundation like you and me, there is no easy thing in the world, and I didn't expect that I could go to the present."

"Yes." Qin Qingrong nodded:

"That's why I admire you more."

"From an apprenticeship in a pharmacy in a small place, refining, nurturing, congenital, until now."

"You have accomplished everything with one step, and you will definitely be able to become a real immortal after you come."

"Unfortunately……"

She shook her head lightly, with regret:

"I can not do it."

Don't ask if there is no answer, it took a long time to say:

"What happened to everyone else after I left?"

"Other people?" Qin Qingrong looked up, her eyes thoughtful:

"You left a lot of good things, such as exercises, pills, and medical books. Senior Dong also remembers that they haven't leaked them."

"Later, the strength of the people around me gradually became stronger, and the Lingsu faction reappeared, but...the human heart will always change."

She glanced at Mo Qiu with a calm expression:

"Your registered disciples seem to have conflicts and want to fight for something outside their bodies."

"I, being impatient with the quarrel between them, went back to Cape Star City and returned to the Qingsang Pharmacy again to live my little life with peace of mind."

the most important is.

There are also many regrets from her previous memories. Falling Leaves Returning to the Roots is more than just a nice empty talk for the elderly.

"Senior Brother Qi was drunk and left early. Nightingale had a vicious illness a few years ago, and he couldn't make it through after half a month of hard work."

"Sister Ling went to her husband's house again. Something happened at home. She died in Changxiu's house the year before last. That was the last time I went out."

"Xun Liu, also left..."

"correct."

"Xun Liu's wife, Xiao Chu, came back, with another child, Xun Liu...accepted him as a righteous son."

"Miss Dong came back, but she seemed to be in a hurry, and she left after a few people. Before she came back, Senior Dong didn't speak for half a month. Maybe he regretted it and didn't keep his daughter by his side."

"Ziling..."

"Jin Xi treats me as always. We are still good friends, but she spends her time on her career. Unlike me, she doesn't want to talk or go out in recent years..."

She spoke slowly and her voice was slow.

Everyone has a story.

But in her mouth, these are just stories.

Decades of experience have allowed her to see through a lot of things, and her temperament has long since become calm, and only those who are worried in her heart can make ripples.

"Mo Qiu." At the end, Qin Qingrong did not call Mo Qiu Junior Brother, but called his full name:

"Why are you coming back this time?"

"Still... do you want to go?"

"I." Mo Qiu muttered, then said:

"Senior Sister... Qing Rong, do you want to hear about my experience over the years?"

"Of course." Qin Qingrong's face seemed to light up and nodded:

"I really want to hear it."

"Back then, I separated from you and went to Xiandao with Niu Niang. Something happened on the way..."

Mo Qiu talked about the past, his eyes were distant, Qin Qingrong listened carefully, and his mood fluctuated.

"In this way, I worshipped the Cangyu faction, but because I was a mortal, it was a little troublesome..."

"Successful Qigong, in the black prison..., went to the Wei Dynasty... secret realm..., Monk Daoji..."

"Finally, I came out of the trapped place."

Qin Qingrong listened quietly, without interrupting halfway, as if following Moqiu into the experience.

For a long time, Fang Dao:

"Get along for seventeen years day and night, just like this, your senior sister, didn't you say anything?"

"What can you say?" Mo Qiu smiled lightly.

"I don't believe it." Qin Qingrong shook her head and said:

"I met you when I was most helpless, fleeing together, and getting along day and night, it is the foundation of Taoism together."

"For so many years, how can she not have other feelings for you?"

As he said, his eyes moved slightly:

"You, haven't you been touched?"

Don't ask for a face and ponder, and said for a long time:

"In the beginning, I also asked myself, would I be tempted to be with a talented person of the opposite **** for so long?"

"What's the answer?" Qin Qingrong looked sideways.

"The answer is..." Mo Qiu looked at the other person, his expression rarely softened, and his voice was soft:

"If you really belong to your heart, some thoughts won't come up again, and...should not come up again."

"There are always better choices in the world, and there are always better people, but there will be no past."

With his eyes facing each other, Qin Qingrong's cheeks gradually turned red, and his old face also showed the shyness of young people, but his eyes showed regret:

"pity……"

"Yes~www.readwn.com~ What a pity!"

Do not sigh lightly:

"Some things are too late to understand."

I missed my childhood sweetheart, avoided my first love, and now I am facing life and death.

What can you do if you understand your mind at this time?

He got up and stood up, looked up at the sky, and then looked back at Qin Qingrong with long eyes.

Suddenly said:

"Shall we get married?"

"what!"

The two have missed too much, but as long as they wake up, it is always good.

He came late.

But as long as it's not too late for her, it's fine.