let me look at you

Chapter 106 Epilogue
The demolition plan of the Martyrs Cemetery is imperative.Han Shu and Ju Nian walked up the familiar path again after many years.

Ju Nian held a handful of wild flowers picked by the roadside in his hand, and pulled the white single-layered petals as he walked.

Han Shu thought of the matter he had solemnly mentioned to her just now, and felt a little suspicious in his heart, and was even more worried that she would decide her answer in such a terrible way as counting odd and even numbers.

All the way to the end of the steps restlessly, standing under the pomegranate tree, he remembered the "hs&jn" engraved on the back of the trunk, and he has not yet understood whether the person who carved these marks was her, and the "hs&jn" in it Is it a metaphor for the two of them? He thinks it is, but it seems that it shouldn't be.So he simply didn't ask, he found that his way of thinking began to be similar to hers, and instead of being confused, he might as well believe in the answer he wanted.

But he still couldn't learn how slow she was when she couldn't wait to get her brows up. She pretended to look at the scenery for a long time, but still couldn't help coughing a few times, "Hey... the thing I told you just now is what I said before I came up." ...What the hell is going on... Tsk, it's life or death, let's be happy...you should say something..."

Ju Nian, "Squeak..."

Before Han Shu lost his temper, she gathered all the petals in her hands and spread them out.

They stood on a high place, and the wind quickly blew the petals down the steps. It was another fine day that he liked.

Ju Nian said: "My answer? Han Shu, someone told me this sentence. He said that there are two most helpless things in the world. One is the past, and the other is the rain of flying flowers." She pointed to the last piece from The petals in the hand are blowing away with the wind.

"Can you get them back?"

Han Shu was taken aback, "Why didn't you say it earlier! Don't go back on your word!" He hurriedly chased those petals that were getting farther and farther away, and his voice came back from the steps, "As long as you want, you can do whatever you want."

When only Ju Nian was left, she heard the pomegranate tree whirling in the wind behind her, and when she turned her head, the little monk in a loose white shirt was standing under the tree, his brows were as pale as before.

Ju Nian said: "I know you will come to see me one day, you are still the same, Wu Yu, but I am getting old slowly."

Wu Yu returned to Yiju Nian with a bright smile. For the first time in 12 years, he looked at her and opened his eyes.

Ju Nian's cheeks were already full of tears.

Her little monk, he is the rain on Wushan Mountain, which flows into the rivers and mountains, turns into clouds, and finally becomes a tear in Ju Nian's heart.

(End of this chapter)