Chapter 418: Xiaomamei of Zhuma Xiansen (End)

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After seven days, her wedding is on schedule.
Pure white wedding dress, beautiful movement. Twenty-three years of love finally blossomed.
The priest read the oath, they exchanged the ring, and made a vow of old age.
He finally got his wish to find the only person in the world who wants to be jealous in his life.
His Miss Qingmei: Luo Dust.
Time is finally waiting for him to be thin, not letting him alone in this life.
One afternoon after the wedding, Luo Dust took his wallet from the desktop in the study and decided to change the photo inside!
I didn't expect to take out the moment, and I dropped a piece of neatly folded paper.
When I opened it, I found out that it was the last English class in the year, and she wrote it on the book.
She only felt that her fingertips were constantly shaking, and she overturned the paper inadvertently, with a paragraph written down with a pen -
I will wait for you and wait in the short time in the future. Of course, I set a deadline, and I will not wait until that day. The period is ... one hundred years.
I only felt that tears flowed out of my eyes unconsciously, across my cheeks, and dripping in my palm.
The hand trembled gently, and the piece of paper slowly landed.
She bowed slightly, a quiet boy had come to him, squatting around and smashing the paper, and then looked at her clear watery eyes: "How Mrs. Ye peeked at my personal privacy! This is my first love lover. Written, not allowed to peek."
He gently rubbed her tears with her hand, slowly collecting the paper and putting it in the pocket.
"Sorry for Ye Zhizhi, let you wait for me for seven years." She lowered her head and said to him three words she had never said before.
I am really sorry, no matter what the factors and reasons, she just left him for seven years.
"No, specifically it should be ten years." Ye Zhiyan touched her head, and looked at her in deep gaze: "The junior high school has to be counted for three years. So, Mrs. Ye owes me ten in my life. In the year, I must give it back to me..."
"How come ah..."
"It can be counted in the next generation, but it is necessary to add interest." Ye Zhixuan nodded thoughtfully: "This interest should be high enough to make up for the loss of my life for ten years..."
"Ye Zhixun..." She looked up and looked at her eyes and said: "I have no chance to return to the moment I met with you, but for the rest of my life I will do my best to warm you. Time is not old, vows Not scattered."
"Okay." He nodded hesitantly and hugged her into his arms. He said with a sigh of relief: "The deal!"
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In this world, they know each other and agree to each other until they are both buried in the decades.
She walked ten days earlier than Ye Zhizhi, but for the ten days, Ye Zhizhi was as long as ten years.
On the day he passed away, lying on the bed, his eyes flashed through their conversation in the study room that day, the old voice slowly sounded and whispered softly: "If you owe me ten years, you are better than me." I have been away for ten days. Now I am... I fully understand the truth of the day. The cruel Miss Green Plum, I am looking for you?"
It is said that on that day, he said this sentence, the life instrument on the bedside ‘哔’, a straight line.
For ten years in the afterlife, I don’t know if she still remembers. May, still he...
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All encounters in the world are long-lasting reunions, and all the partings in the world are coming.
And I will wait for you here, slowly blaming.