Chapter 1989: Peregrine fate · This life is only for you 2

But ... it's impossible. "
He only hoped that in the next life he would meet her earlier and then protect her and love her.
Suddenly, the monk pointed to the cup of tea just passed: "The donor tasted this tea."
You Zheng nodded, raised the glass, and drank it. After a while, I suddenly felt something was wrong. My head seemed to be getting heavier and he was getting a little bit spent. He said: "Everyone said that wine is not drunk. This tea ... why can it be intoxicating? "
He only heard the monk on the opposite side say, "Because the donor wants to be drunk!"
Peregrine's brain seemed to be out of control. The pictures in his mind flashed quickly, no, not flashes, but backwards. The images in his mind were all retrogressive points. When meeting Nie Qiuyu.
You Ye thought that if it was drunk, he hoped that he would never wake up again in this life.
He murmured, "I really want to ... never wake up."
Donor smile: "Then don't wake up."
"Autumn ..." You You murmured, and a tear fell in the corner of his eye, and the tear fell into the ring.
At that moment, a golden light flashed through the ring, and a ray of white smoke wafted from within.
You did not know if he was dreaming or real, he murmured: "If, you can ... back to that time, I am willing to trade everything ..."
"can."
After the monk had finished speaking, You Yu closed her eyes completely, lying on the stone table with a smile on her lips and holding the cup of silver ring in her hand.
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In the evening, every household in Yanzihe Village successively lit up the cooking smoke, lit the lights, and barked the dogs. The adults stood at the village head and called their children to go home for dinner. The sounds were intertwined, which was the most perfect. Rural scenery.
Yanzihe Village has a small river called Yanzihe at the head of the village. The people's congress in the village has many surnames Yan, so it simply has the name of the village.
Other people's homes have cooking smoke and light, but only the east of the village, the house surrounding the fence is still dark, and there is an 8-year-old girl sitting at the door, thin and thin, although the clothes on her body have been washed It was white, but it was very clean. A small face became more and more big than those eyes. It was so beautiful that she couldn't move her eyes. She held the small face and kept looking at the other side of the village. She was waiting for someone.
Suddenly, a few little boys ran over there like a few little mud monkeys, and shouted, "Yan Qingsi, your mother is dead, your mother is dead ..."
The little girl sitting in front of the fence door suddenly stood up, rushed to the little boys, and pushed hard. "Your mother is dead, your whole family is dead."
The little boy who was pushed almost didn't fall, and he wasn't angry, grinning, exposing his missing teeth, and said, "Your mother is really dead. He fell into the river. When he was rescued, We're out of breath, we all saw it. "
"My mother won't die, you get away ..." The little girl's eyes were red, her two hands clenched into fists, and her stubborn face turned red with anger.
Catching, there are several adults, carrying a woman back.
The little boy said, "Look, I didn't lie to you. Your mother is really dead. I told you secretly to save your aunt ..."
Yan Qingsi didn't speak, and ran towards her calf.