Charles went back to the dragon temple like crazy and told duoling that Jiang Wuyi was coming back.

Duo Ling saw his look, and there was pain in his eyes: "how do you know?"

For the first time in 90 years, Charles was so happy that he pulled duoling's sleeve and shook it: "elder martial sister, I heard it. I heard Longyin. It's Jiang Yan! It must be him

The more he thought about it, the more excited he was: "besides, there was a gap left that day, but it closed today. It must be Jiang Yan coming back!"

The clouds and flowers in the Dragon Temple were in full bloom and fluttered all over the ground. Duo Ling pressed his shoulder, picked the petals that fell on his head and whispered: "you're not here. Something happened I haven't told you yet. "

Charles was in a good mood and asked her with a smile, "what's the matter?"

Duo Ling took a deep breath and said, "just when he was born with a vision, the four elephants, the emperor and God, fell."

Charles's smile froze Fall

He blinked and said with a stiff smile: "he fell, what does it have to do with me He... "

But I can't say it any more.

Four elephant Emperor God is in charge of the four spirits of God's residence, only four spirits completely disappear, he will fall.

Charles understood that. He knew that at that time.

The expression on his face abates, and finally becomes frosty. Duo Ling just opens his mouth, but he interrupts: "elder martial sister."

He raised his head, eyes full of red, but the tone is very gentle: "I believe him."

Duo Ling's eyes were slightly red, and he raised his hand to pick off the petals for him: "OK, you believe him, I believe him too. We are in the Dragon Temple, waiting for him to come back together."

Charles bowed his head and did not say a word, but compared with the previous vivid appearance, it seemed to be carved with a mask, like a cold carved stone.

In the 90th year of waiting for Jiang Yan, Charles didn't wait for his lover back, but he had a deeper despair.

It has been ten years since spring and autumn, and now there are more dragon temples than a hundred years ago.

The Dragon Temple is filled with incense and becomes more dazzling. Now the master of the temple is playing with the stone carvings. The statue is Jiang Wuyi's appearance. He has a gorgeous dress, a crown on his head, long sleeves closed, and an unattainable indifference.

Charles was really embarrassed. He supervised the craftsmen against the sun, and watched the construction of the Dragon Temple meticulously.

Now there are more than 3000 dragon temples, half of which are supervised by him.

Ten years of time is filled with these trivial things, it seems not so hard, but today is not the same.

On the third day of August.

After today, it's 100 years since Jiang Yan left.

Strange to say, the first few years of the 100 years seemed very long, but now Charles didn't think it was too slow. The rising and setting of the sun and the setting of the sun seemed to be just a number, recording some unknown sufferings.

At night, when the craftsmen dispersed, Charles cooked a bowl of noodles in a simple kitchen, with little water and no eggs.

But he was probably very hungry. He ate well and hung more than ten lights in the temple, just like day.

On the table in front of him was the first lamp ever given to him by Jiang Yan.

Charles seldom took out the things Jiang Yan gave him for fear of damage. But today, for the first time, he wanted to see the lamp and took out two pieces of red silk with words on it.

The crooked words on it are his, and the other one is the wish Jiang Yan wrote with him.

After all, Charles could not help getting the red silk back, but he could not get it in time. The handwriting on it had been blurred for a long time, and he could see that there was a line of words written on it. However, the two pieces of broken silk made his baby tight.

He guessed what was written on the red silk. Later, he guessed that it should be the same wish as himself. After careful comparison, he found that the number of words was exactly the same. He was happy for a long time, and thought that they were also smart.

But after Yu was lost again, he upset the speculation and said: when Jiang Yan comes back, we must ask what he wrote.

Now he turned out the red silk and waited on the table, looking forward to the sweetheart who came back after ten years. Now that they have been separated for ten years, should they have enough?

However, until he guarded the lamp and red silk and opened his eyes, until dawn, Jiang Yan did not appear.

When the craftsman came back, Charles quietly put away his things and thought, what story books are all deceitful.

But he didn't feel disappointed any more.

Maybe he had been looking forward to it for a long time, even making him feel used to it. Charles even began to think that the original 100 years was not long.

He can continue to wait.

It wasn't until the hot summer and the autumn wind swept away the leaves and the sky began to snow that Charles didn't go to the FanJie Gelong temple.

YeFan's residence is a good place to watch the snow. Duoling built a big house and hired a few goblins to be his servants. He mentioned the word Yefu in a certain way. YeFan was puzzled and ran to him and asked, "mother, why isn't it not Duofu?"Duo Ling rubbed his curious head: "this is your residence, and I won't live often. Naturally, it's night house Wait, where's your little martial uncle? "

YeFan blinked and said, "as soon as he came, he said it was cold outside. He went back to the room, holding a pile of ink and drawing."

It's painting, but over the years, Charles can only paint one kind of painting, that is, the portrait of Jiang Wuyi.

Duo Ling sighed and breathed out a cloud of white fog: "just let him go, he is too bitter in his heart."

After a hundred years of hard work, I don't know when it will end.

In fact, Charles, who is painting in the warm room, does not feel too bitter. Instead, he gives a detailed outline of the portrait and feels very happy.

A hundred years ago, it was difficult for him to draw a painting so carefully, even if he was asked to draw a small insect. He didn't want to touch any of these ink, paper and inkstone. Now he has been tempered. The painting is superb and the craftsmanship is superb.

The portraits he drew are also lifelike. All the people in the paintings have been depicted and engraved, only a pair of eyes are missing, and no pen is used.

Charles always paints in a strange way.

Now, for example, he sits directly on the edge of the table, looking like he can fall down at any time, but pondering over the empty eyes in the painting.

It took him a quarter of an hour to think about it, and then he thought of something.

"I said," what's the difference! There should be me in Jiang Yan's eyes! "

After that, I couldn't help laughing.

After a few laughs, he was bending over to pick up the pen, but suddenly noticed that someone was close to him.

With a sharp look in his eyes, Charles planned to catch the man who was secretly approaching, but he was suddenly pushed into his arms from behind without warning.

Charles was stunned and was about to attack, but he realized that he was very familiar with the embrace. He suddenly stopped, and then his whole body froze.

The ink of the nib drips into Jiang Yan's eyes and faints into deep black.

The people behind him locked him to death and answered him in a deep voice, saying to himself, "you are here."

The familiar and long lost voice sounded like thunder, but Charles did not dare to move.

It took him a long time to ask in a trembling voice Jiang Yan

Jiang Wuyi pressed his cheek against his neck and tried to restrain his emotion. He replied softly, "it's me."

Charles still didn't dare to move. He still had a pen in his hand and looked silly.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Wuyi was about to let go and told him to turn around, but he exclaimed, "no!"

Jiang Wu was stunned, but heard him cry with a strong voice: "Jiang Yan, don't let go, you let go, I'll wake up again..."

"Cub, it's not a dream."

Jiang Wu turned him around and told him to sit at the table and look at himself clearly. But Charles closed his eyes and grasped his hand tightly: "I don't want to look! Every time I see you, you're going to disappear. "

"Jiang Yan, I don't want you to disappear..."

Jiang Wuyi could not bear to hold his face, trembling voice coax way: "whelp, you open your eyes and look at me, now in front of you, is the real me, not a dream, will never disappear."

I don't know when, Charles's face was already full of tears. Jiang Wuyi wiped the tears off his face for him, grabbed his fingers and said, "I did what I promised you."

"This time, I didn't lie to you."

"Although it took a long time to make you wait so long..."

Jiang Wuyi raised his lips, but his warm tears fell on the back of Charles's hand, which made him open his eyes.

But the people in front of them didn't disappear again.

Jiang Yan Come back?

Charles couldn't think. He opened his eyes wide and even felt in a trance that he was still in a dream. It was not until Jiang Wu leaned over and kissed him on the lips that he completely awakened his consciousness.

Lips and tongue intertwined, gentle and incisive.

It's still snowing outside the window, flying and falling. The blue lines on their wrists, which have been cut off for a hundred years, are finally flashing again. The green lines are twinkling, and dots of fluorescence are scattered around them, floating with each other's heartbeat.

His Jiang Yan really came back

Until the two people's breath completely blend, Jiang Wuyi just slightly separated, put his forehead against his eyebrow, tightly hugged the lost lover, whispered: "son, don't be afraid."

"I said I would come back. As long as you are still here, you will guide me to come back."

When I don't love you any more, my soul will disappear. There is neither a previous life nor an afterlife.

If love does not die, I will live forever.

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