Go Through My Demon Host

   Chapter 4117 Mr. (2)

   The dyed white was stagnant for a moment, and he turned around in the heavy snow, black cloak and red robe, swelled with the wind and snow, silver hair and red eyes.

   "Here I am," he said.

He was standing there, standing in the dim light, dressed in dark black clothes, plain without any lines, only the neckline showed a touch of white, the sleeves fluttering, calm and indifferent, but too thin, so that Somewhat flimsy.

   held up a red oil-paper umbrella, still snowflakes fell on him.

   As always.

   The snow was still falling, and the lights were on all night.

   He walked towards her step by step, accurately.

  Elegant manner, Xiao Xiao Su Su.

   stopped in front of the dyed white.

   One foot distance.

The tone of    is also the same as before, low and calm, like a natural comfort: "Don't you remember Mr.?"

   Now, I can see his face in the shadow of the umbrella eaves clearly, clearly and truly.

   is the reflection in the eyes of countless times, what I thought in my heart was the blurred outline in the dream, and the gentleman in white was painted.

   is her husband.

  From the thin and smooth jawline to the radian of the brow bone, the lines are clear and clear, and the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, like a scroll of Buddhist scriptures opened, revealing a peaceful and peaceful flourishing atmosphere under the temple incense.

But--

   He covered his eyes with black silk.

  Ranbai has seen his eyes before, they are very beautiful, where I have seen the sun, moon, stars, mountains, seas, heaven and earth, it shouldn't be what it looks like now.

The people around    had been dismissed by Ying Li long ago. For a time, the world was extremely silent, as if there were only the two of them left.

  Dyeing White Before this, she thought about how they would meet again. She wanted to kiss his eyelashes, kiss his eyes, ask for a kiss, and smell the incense of agarwood on his body.

  It is best to listen to his stories in his arms.

   But at this moment, she couldn't do anything, just stood there.

over there.

   looked at him for a long time.

  The oil-paper umbrella slowly tilted towards her, covering the fine snowflakes, and the sky and the earth were covered in white snow, silent.

   is very much like the year we first met.

"gentlemen."

   Over the years, it has been scattered and scattered, and it has taken half my life to add up. There are only two words, one title, which has been called thousands of times from the mouth and from the heart.

   It seems that a certain spring is bright, one sleepy afternoon, she covered his eyes from behind: "Sir!"

"Ok."

He said.

   "Sir is here."

   Dyeing Bai took a step forward.

  Three thousand lights are bright, all families are happy.

   They were toe to toe, so close at hand, breathing shallow.

   Ranbai raised her head and looked at the red oil-paper umbrella that completely enveloped her. There was a Clivia above it. She squinted, then suddenly smiled and looked at him.

   "Why did you only come back now?"

   He was silent for a long time: "Sorry."

   "Why do you want to apologize?" Ranbai held the handle of the oil-paper umbrella and held it together with his hand. The knuckles under the fingertips were thin and protruding, weak and cold, and they were very beautiful and thin hands.

   No temperature.

why is it like this.

   she asked again: "Why apologize?"

   He didn't pull out his hand, the two of them held an umbrella together, the fresh woody fragrance lingered in the air, so faint that it was hard to catch anything, and they were entangled in breathing everywhere.

  One second, two seconds——

When the    dyed white counted to the second second, he spoke.

   His eyebrows and eyes were the same as before, like a slowly unfolding Buddhist scripture. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous. Maybe his heart was surging, but he said to her calmly.

   "Accidentally lost the child at home and made her wait so long."

   Dye white every word.

   "I hate waiting for others the most in my life."

   "I'm sorry, it's Mr.'s fault. In the future, I'll never do it again." Behind him was a vast expanse of white snow, and it was cold at the end of the year.

   The last trace of distance was gone, Dye Bai hugged him without warning, the oil-paper umbrella fell silently to the ground, the bright red against the clear white snow.

   They embraced in the snow, parted in winter, and reunited in winter.

"gentlemen."

   "Well, I'm here."

   Every time she said Mr., he answered the next.

   impatient.

   seems to want to make up for all the regrets that have been owed, absent, and regretted all these years.

   She will embrace the sun at last.

   Get what you want in your life.

   (end of this chapter)