Wu Xunsheng thought: Everything I experienced before was actually like a dream. At that time, I looked at the blooming roses, not only thought of the past related to her, but also various flowers, including those I saw on Jingxi Mountain. I thought of the day when flowers bloom, when flowers fall, and the various experiences in life are like flowers blooming, with beginnings, ends, and all things are born and destroyed. This is how it is, so when I see flowers blooming, I sigh in my heart.

In this way, he wrote down the past as if a dream was like a sigh of flowers blooming on the paper.

He thought of the next life again: If I knew where Hongyan was, if I really saw her, would I be considered a returnee for her? Even if I remember her, could she deny me, and remember that we had met in the past life? Could she know that we were not the first meeting, but the reunion? However, at that time, would I not dare to recognize her rashly? If she no longer knew me, would I be the abrupt intruder in her life? Even if I really had the chance to see her again, would I wander where she was for a long time?

As he thought about it, he wrote down the shadow of returning home and wandered for a long time.

He recalled the scenes he had thought of when he was watching Chimei. When he looked at Chimei, he thought of Jingxi Mountain, he thought that he had never watched the moon in the snow with her, wanted to see with her, and also, he looked at flowers like some flowers on Jingxi Mountain that could bloom in the snow. During the time he was watching Chimei, he imagined a sea of ​​snow, the bright moon in the sky, and she stood side by side with him.

At this moment, he had already written some words and thought: In the days after this life, can I really look at the moon and flowers with him in the sea of ​​snow? Will there be such an opportunity?

However, after thinking about it, he felt that there might not be such an opportunity. Although he wanted to have it, he really wanted to have it, he felt that if no miracle happened, then the end of his life would soon come, and all the things she experienced with him would come to an end. At that time, the sea of ​​snow was vast and the moon was bright, and no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it seemed to have lost its original meaning. As life faded, it turned into a sign of sadness among others. Therefore, he was about to continue writing on paper at this moment, but he did not expect such an opportunity.

He wrote seven words: the snow sea and the moonlight will eventually end.

He thought again: But even if there is no such opportunity in this life to look at the moon and flowers together in the snow sea, the two of them have already had too many pasts.

Wu Xunsheng remembered what he had thought about on the way to Aoqian Palace before. He still felt that if he had left suddenly and had just left, if she didn't know about his life span, she might have been as bad as being attacked. However, he still felt that he was not suitable to reveal anything to her, so as not to add many troubles to her.

So he thought: We have been together for so many years. If one day I really go to another world, she will have various experiences in this world in the future. I will tell her not to be sad. I can only say this. As for why not be sad, I can't tell her.

In fact, he didn't think about what to write, but he had already written about the years of storms and misfortunes.
Chapter completed!