"But whether you accept it or not, the facts will not change," Murong Haoran met her gaze, "You have no choice but to accept it."

Long Zhanyan's tears welled up, she opened her mouth, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I know, I can understand what you say, but, although it can be understood, it is always difficult to accept." ”

Murong Haoran looked at her and sighed helplessly.

"Haoran, I can't help it," Long Zhanyan raised his eyes tremblingly, "My relationship with Jiang Fengxiang is not as simple as you think, from childhood to adulthood, he has always been with me."

"But such a man, a living man, I have to tell myself that he is dead, that he is dead, that he will never be seen, and that it is for me...... Die for me, die for me, or be killed by my most beloved. ”

"I always thought that the person you like should be Liu Ruyu."

"I've always thought so, I've always thought so, and I've told myself so," Long Zhanyan's eyes were blank, "But now I'm not sure, I suddenly found that Jiang Fengxiang is more important to me than I imagined." ”

"The past cannot be kept, and the dead cannot be pursued." Murong Haoran, leaving this sentence, patted Long Zhanyan's shoulder, and turned around to go out.

"Rest well!"

The past cannot be left behind, and the dead cannot be pursued.

This sentence was also said by my mother.

Long Zhanyan covered his head in the quilt and sobbed silently.

never thought that Jiang Fengxiang would really disappear from her life one day.

There is no longer his breath in this world, nor can he feel its warmth, and there is no one who will be by his side like him.

Even if someone accompanies him, that person will not be Jiang Fengxiang.

When she cried, he would gently hold her in his arms and gently pat her on the back.

When laughing, Jiang Fengxiang will also accompany him and laugh unscrupulously on the mountain with him.

In the empty room, only Long Zhanyan's intermittent sobbing was gone, this time Jiang Fengxiang was really gone, and he could no longer see him crying to himself and smiling to himself.

It turned out that she was really a big stupid, so stupid that she couldn't be helped, too stupid to be more stupid.

She always thinks that she doesn't love Jiang Fengxiang anymore?

But it was too late.

She closed her tears and burst into tears, no matter what she exchanged, it was already too late.

In Long Zhanyan's heart, the pain was unforgettable, she whimpered, held back her tears, bit her lip, at this moment, her thoughts were already overflowing.

If Heaven could give me another chance, it wouldn't have ended like this.

If time could be reclocked, Jiang Fengxiang would not have died.

If I could see him again, even if it was just an illusion, I would like to say to her in person, "Jiang Fengxiang, in fact, I care about you." ”

However, there is no longer a chance.

The man who loves her the most in this world, the man who understands her in the world.

This man who has always shielded her from the wind and rain, this man who has always taken good care of her.

Even in the last moments of death, do not forget to smile at her.

However, now that the two are separated by life and death, it is difficult to get together again.

She closed her eyes gently, and Jiang Fengxiang's eyes that were deeper than the night appeared in her mind.

In the spring breeze season, in the purple valley full of phalaenopsis, he stood quietly under the tree, his clothes fluttering.

When he smiled, he still had the cold and soft of a teenager, and a warm smile was revealed in his gentle eyes.

………………

I don't know when she stopped crying, and when she opened her eyes again, only Murong Haoran was standing next to her and smiling at her.

Long Zhanyan looked at him calmly and said softly, "Haoran, can I ask you something?" ”

Murong Haoran nodded with a smile and said, "Let's hear it." ”

"Can you take me home? I want to go back to Zixia Valley. "She is so tired and tired, she wants to go home to rest, she wants to see her father and mother, she wants to see her eldest brother Long Zhanya, and she wants to sleep well at home.

Murong Haoran nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Along the way, Long Zhanyan hid in the carriage, and she really didn't have the strength to ride a horse.

Although she looks much calmer on the outside, she will often open the curtain of the car and look into the distance with a dull gaze, which is a long time.

When talking to her, she often can't hear her, or she doesn't talk before or after.

At night, when everyone else was asleep, she curled up in her chair alone, looking at the moon and the starry sky in a daze, not crying or making a fuss, just looking up in silence.

Seeing Long Zhanyan, who was getting thinner and thinner, Murong Haoran didn't know what to do, so he could only do his best to take care of her.

When the two of them sat together, she would occasionally ask, "Are you alright?" But every time he got the same answer, Long Zhanyan shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

Murong Haoran sighed, there was nothing he could do about her.

I only hope that after she returns to Zixia, under the care of her family, Long Zhanyan can slowly recover.

One day, Murong Haoran sat in the carriage with Long Zhanyan and said casually, "What are you going to do when you go home?" ”

Long Zhenyan still looked out the window with his cheeks on his cheeks and said, "I don't know! After a pause, she probably felt a little rude, and turned her head to explain, "I didn't think about it, I just wanted to go home." ”

Murong Haoran smiled considerately and said, "Yes! Go home and talk to your parents more and take a walk with your brother, so that you will feel better, after all, the meaning of family is still different. ”

"They're not at home, and my father and mother shouldn't be there." Long Zhanyan said indifferently.

Murong Haoran raised his eyes suddenly, slightly surprised, staying alone in such an empty home, no one to talk to, no one to take care of, isn't it easier to be cranky?

After a while, Long Zhanyan seemed to guess her thoughts, and smiled: "I'm fine, I just want to go home." ”

Because both of them were girls and of similar age, Murong Haoran especially understood Long Zhanyan's current mood.

She looked at Long Zhanyan quietly, rubbed her forehead, smiled softly, showed understanding, and said nothing.

Long Zhanyan lowered her starry eyes, her expression was very calm, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on her face, which was very warm.

The carriage drove in the direction of Zixia Valley, and after several days of running, it finally reached its destination.

As soon as he arrived at the border of Zixia Valley, Long Zhanyan said goodbye to Murong Haoran: "Thank you, just send it here." ”

Murong Haoran held Long Zhanyan's hand tightly, and seemed to be a little uneasy and said, "Don't you have to send it home?" ”

No need, Long Zhanyan shook her head, paused, she quietly stared at the Murong Haoran who was about the same age as herself, and then bowed, "Haoran, I thank you for taking care of you these days, if there is anything that can help in the future, I, Long Zhanyan, will definitely go to the soup!" ”