Chapter 270

In the past ten years, Chenghao's appearance has become old. His sideburns are mixed with some white hair, straight posture and slightly humped back. The whole person looks like he is about to enter the old age.

On the contrary, it is a 26 year old child, graceful in shape, like a fully blooming rose, delicate can squeeze water.

However, this amazing beauty, in Chenghao's eyes, seems to be no different from ordinary women.

The relationship between the two is not like a couple at all, but also a partner of cooperation.

Pick up children to wash and cook daily, and arrange the shop in a well-organized way. In her spare time, Cheng Hao will teach her some calligraphy and painting ways. They get along well, like teachers and friends, but only... They are not like husband and wife!

In the past ten years, Chenghao has achieved a level of near Dao skills in painting. There are not many paintings hanging on his wall. However, the characters in each painting volume are lifelike and almost real. As long as some vitality can be injected, they can walk out of the picture and become the most real person.

The more so, the more convinced Chenghao is, he is a special person, and this world is not the world he really should be.

He, should have been the flow of the fairy flying nine days!

Whenever Chenghao explains the scene of fairy in his dream, caier will listen quietly, but in her seemingly enviable eyes, she always has a slight loss. She knows that as long as the immortal obsession in Chenghao's heart is not eliminated, between the two, they will never be real couples.

Like two parallel lines, it seems not far away, but it is far away, never intersecting!

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in a hurry, in a flash, it is more than ten years.

In the past ten years, the parents of caier have passed away. After sending their parents away from them, Chenghao is getting older and older.

After all, he is about 60 years old. His sideburns are already covered with white hair. Although his body is still hard, his back is hunched deeper. The wrinkles on his forehead are thick and numb, and his eyes are all cloudy.

But even so, he still has a passion for calligraphy and painting, maybe he has experienced many lives and deaths. In the past decade, Chenghao has less Fairy Spirit, but he has more breath of life and death.

That kind of life and death blend, look at it as if walking into the reincarnation of the feeling, it is just strange.

"In the painting, there is only immortality, which can not make me realize immortality. The biggest difference between cactus and mortal is the separation between life and death. Cactus can grow up, while mortals have life limit. If I can break through the barrier between life and death, can I be immortal in a place?"

After the death of people around him, Chenghao has a deeper understanding of life and death, and the more firm he thinks of becoming immortal!

He wants to be immortal, he wants to live forever, break this world which he looks false in his eyes, and find the real self!

Time is the most irresistible force, like a flood, drowning everything in the world.

Twenty years, in the light of the light, unconsciously has passed.

On this day, Chenghao, 80, a high-collar man, seemed to have reached the end of his life, lying quietly in bed, looking at the hand he held tightly by his side, and had already been full of white hair.

"I'm leaving. I've been holding you up for this life!"

Caier looks calm, gently touching Chenghao's shriveled palm, no resentment on his face.

"Everything is my own choice. Since I chose you, I don't regret it!" "We have a relationship between husband and wife, and this is about to end. Uncle, can you tell caier, who are you in your heart these years?"

"Ha ha... I have already said that there is no one in my heart. I just think that all this, the whole world, is not real, it is false, like a dream, and you are all the characters in the dream!"

"So you think of us as the characters in your dreams. You don't want to worry about ourselves and leave cause and effect because of a dream, right?"

"Cough..." Chenghao coughs, and his face is full of pity. "Yes, I always think I should not belong here. The world of cactus is the place where I should go... Cough..." br >

"it is just a pity... I don't know about life and death, but I have not experienced death, but I am not really in the life and death I can't really break life and death when I go on a trip... Unfortunately, it's only half a step away, only half a step away. I can break the illusion, break the dream world and find the real self... But this half step, I can walk out, but I can't come back... "Br >

this day, there is a big snow. This snow, which has been Chenghao, has never seen in this place for decades Yes.

The snow almost covered the whole capital with a thick white yarn, eaves and trees, which was equivalent to the height of a child of 35.In addition, many houses were collapsed by the sudden falling snow, and even some beggars and vagabonds were frozen to death. Almost every morning, people would find one or two dead bodies huddled together in the corner of the capital.

In this one hundred years of rare snow, Cheng Hao with a light unwilling, in the side of caier, slowly closed his eyes, walked, is still peaceful!

Cai'er didn't change much. After finishing Cheng Hao's appearance, she went to the dressing table and carefully dressed herself up. Then she found out every picture that Cheng Hao had given her in those years.

After finishing this, cai'er goes to the window, takes out the marriage letter between her and Cheng Hao in the dressing box and holds it in her arms. Then she slowly walks to the bed with the pictures and lies quietly beside Cheng Hao.

"In my life, what I want to do most is to lie beside you quietly like today. This feeling is really... Warm!" In the first mock exam of automatic speaking,

took a picture of the picture and spread it on her and Cheng Hao. She put the marriage book between two people. Then she gently put a pattern in her sleeve gown and pulled out a sharp dagger with silver silvery.

Pooh!

The dagger was so sharp that it pierced into her chest without any hindrance. It was soaked with blood, just like the last withered rose. It was beautiful and bright!

"Husband, if you have become an immortal, please take cai'er with you... If you become a ghost, cai'er will accompany you on the huangquan road... We are not alone....

this night, with heavy snow and wind blowing, Cheng Hao's grocery store collapsed at midnight and was completely buried in the snowdrift, just like the last grave, burying two lives "Husband and wife" with regret www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!