"Thank you for the appreciation." Murong Haoran raised his eyes and smiled, what did you come back from? How is Daddy? ”

"I just came back, my father and mother left Zixia Valley three days ago, and I didn't even see each other, so I didn't stay for a few days before I came back, and I was attracted by your flute just now." Long Zhanyan chuckled.

Long Zhanyan stretched out his hand and folded off a green bamboo leaf and put it to his lips.

also learned to play like Haoran, but unfortunately the sound was fragmented, she squinted her eyes and threw down the bamboo leaves angrily.

"However, my mother wants to leave a message before leaving, asking me when we will get married?"

"Hehe, then when did you decide to get married?" Murong Haoran pouted and smiled very shamelessly.

Long Zhanyan raised his starry eyes slowly, and said with a smile: "It's good that you decide." ”

Murong Haoran hurriedly shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, her mouth is getting stronger and stronger, and her Taoism is getting deeper and deeper, and with this Nizi's appearance, one day she will become a thousand-year-old fox spirit.

"Zhanyan, I really miss what you used to be, who else dares to marry you now?"

"It's you!" Long Zhanyan replied as a matter of course, and threw a wink by the way, "For example, who doesn't know about me Long Zhanyan and you Murong Haoran today, you see that I live in your house, this reputation is definitely not expected!" ”

Murong Haoran laughed, turned his head and stopped talking.

Long Zhanyan looked at him thoughtfully, and said, "Murong Haoran, I really don't mind marrying you, it's not just your kindness, but I find that I am very happy and free to be with you, I don't hate this kind of life." ”

After being silent for a while, Murong Haoran said lightly: "It's just that you don't hate it, Zhanyan, you used to do things always just to do what you liked, when did the requirements be so low, as long as you don't hate it." ”

After a pause, the corners of her mouth sneered slightly, "Could it be that Jiang Fengxiang died, and the previous Long Zhanyan also died with him?" ”

Long Zhanyan's eyes suddenly shot a cold light, she stared at Murong Haoran coldly, looked at her warm and calm face, and slowly gathered all her feelings back.

She sighed and laughed at herself: "Now, the only person who dares to mention that person in front of me is you." ”

Other people, including her father and mother, never dared to mention the three words Jiang Fengxiang, these three words had disappeared in her life.

Maybe marrying Murong Haoran is indeed a good choice.

A month ago, when Murong Haoran proposed it to her for the first time, Long Zhanyan firmly refused.

However, just one month is as long as a lifetime for her.

Now, what difference does it make to marry whom? Long Zhanyan's aura sparkled in her pupils, and she looked up at the blue sky.

Anyway, the person she really wanted to marry no longer exists. …… The hands are clenched into fists, tight, tight.

Murong Haoran observed her reaction, and when he saw that she was so silent, he stopped talking.

In the pouring rain a month ago, the girl in front of me, who was almost blind from crying, woke up after three days in a coma.

When she opened her eyes, she was haggard physically and mentally, but those eyes were completely different from before, calm, almost sharp.

Such beautiful, so brilliant, and so beautiful eyes, looking straight at himself, pale and chapped lips, said calmly: "Haoran, you said you would help me, right?" ”

Should the same be true of the metamorphosis of butterflies.

Murong Haoran only remembered that he nodded at that time, and made a promise that he still couldn't believe, "As long as you open your mouth, I will do my best." ”

Then, Long Zhanyan, on the one hand, constantly sent people to search for and rescue the victims, and on the other hand, he recovered his health at a speed that ordinary people could not believe.

She couldn't eat anything at that time, but Long Zhanyan still forced herself to drink medicine and eat, vomited after eating, vomited and ate again, and couldn't swallow it, so she stuffed the food into her mouth raw, and pushed the food down her throat like this. In fact, when the food enters her throat, she will cough uncomfortably. I vomited all the food that I had eaten with great difficulty. It was a little better, and then I continued to eat, and after eating, I coughed up again, sometimes my eyes were red, and more often my face was paler.

That's it, she didn't shed a single tear, just opened those bright eyes, opened her mouth, continued to eat, continued to take medicine.

During that time, she had been studying the topography of the snow-capped mountains, about avalanches.

Five days later, when Long Zhanyan was finally able to get out of bed and walk, everyone felt that her father and mother and Long Long Zhanya had been buried in that disaster after all.

Long Zhanyan still just kept his bright eyes open and insisted on going his own way. She braved the danger of avalanches that were still possible and went into the snowy mountains to dig and search.

Murong Haoran also sent a rescue team composed of experts to go up the mountain to search and rescue with Long Zhanyan.

Facts have proved that Long Zhanyan's insistence is correct, for half a month, when he walked his father and brother out of the ruins, her bright eyes flashed with excitement, but she did not cry.

Long Zhanyan walked up and hugged them tightly, his body trembled, and his voice trembled, "I finally found it." ”

At that time, Murong Haoran finally understood, or should she say that she finally confirmed that when they met for the first time, the innocent and willful beautiful girl no longer existed, and the girl who broke her heart grew rapidly with the price she kept paying.

It can't be said whether this is right or wrong, good or bad, the gains and losses in this are only understood by Long Zhanyan himself.

As an outsider, Murong Haoran was not happy to see such a growth and transformation, she slowly closed her eyes and sighed lightly, because even she would feel heartache when she saw it.

It's the season of flowers again, and butterflies are circling and fluttering among the flowers.

Long Zhanyan looked at the sea of flowers, and couldn't help but recall the boy standing in the sea of flowers.

The pupils that are like starry eyes, that greeting, that calling: "Zhanyan, Zhanyan, I'm here ......"

Long Zhanyan hurriedly turned around and responded.

"Huh." Long Zhanyan laughed at himself and patted his brain. "Jiang Fengxiang, in the past year, you have never entered my dream." Sure enough, you still complain about me in your heart.

Even if I'm drunk, I can't see you, and the only thing I can do is keep you in my heart.

But, but, I really miss you, I dream of you, but I can't see you.

Even the phantom turned into an extravagant hope, and in Long Zhanyan's mind, Jiang Fengxiang's tall figure appeared again.

Lovesickness is like the depths of the sea, old things are like the sky, and thousands of tears are threaded, which makes people sad.

If you don't have a fate in your previous life, you will live up to it.

"Could it be an old acquaintance?" Long Zhanyan's eyes suddenly flashed in his mind what Murong Haoran said.