The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1872 Okay, stop planting

The word "Spring Festival" made Feng Canglan's face stiffen.

New Year, Spring Festival.

It symbolizes the arrival of the new year, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

It is joyful, it is festive.

However, Feng Canglan's heart gradually sank.

For anyone in the Nebula Continent, the New Year is a joy.

Not for her.

These two words mean that time is running out and time is approaching.

As the Spring Festival approached, Zong Zhengyu's body's emptiness spread little by little.

At first it was the hands, but now the legs are almost unable to hold on.

Feng Canglan raised her eyes slowly, and there were small saplings all over the mountain, which proved that she had stayed here for many days.

The cold wind blows continuously and penetrates into the lungs.

The whole heart is like falling into a cold pond and ice cellar.

She slowly put down the cloak that she lifted up, "Can you still hold on?"

Before Zong Zhengyu could speak, his whole body suddenly softened and fell downwards.

Feng Canglan hurriedly supported him, and a wooden wheelchair appeared out of thin air beside his legs.

Feng Canglan carefully supported him to sit in the wheelchair, then adjusted his cloak silently, "Okay."

"No more."

"That's enough."

She looked around, and the saplings in the whole mountain were not as tall as her legs.

If you want to bloom, you may have to wait five or even ten years.

coming year……

Feng Canglan lowered his eyes, focusing on Zong Zhengyu, "You planted trees with me."

Although they didn't plant trees together, standing next to each other is considered a match.

"Next, let's eat candied haws together."

While talking, the figures of the two disappeared from the mountain.

Appearing in the alleys of the bustling streets, no one noticed.

Feng Canglan pushed the wheelchair out, into the endless stream, into the prosperity of the world.

"However, this time we are not buying candied haws."

"I do it myself."

"Candied haws are more than hawthorn."

Feng Canglan spoke briskly, with a smile on his face.

It seems that Zong Zhengyu's leg has nothing happened, nor is he about to die.

"You must eat! Don't refuse!"

"it is good."

Zong Zhengyu responded, "I will finish eating."

"It's almost there."

The two were in the crowd, and Feng Canglan pushed the wheelchair forward slowly.

The two shuttled through the din of people and walked in the bustling city.

The cries and yells all around seem to be fading away.

On the street where people come and go, it seems that there are only two people.

The sound goes from real to virtual, from virtual to real.

This situation makes people inexplicably recall the time when the two first met.

Zong Zhengyu was sitting in a wheelchair, and she was the one behind pushing the wheelchair.

For another moment, she felt that she had traveled back to the time when the two first met.

From now to thousands of years ago.

It is also in this imperial city, and it seems that it is also this street.

The fate comes and goes, the fate arises and the fate dies.

Go around and around, back to the origin.

She pushed him, walked through the bustling city, experienced the years of the world, and finally stopped by the inn where he stayed.

When the two came, they were fine, and when they left, when they went back, Zong Zhengyu suddenly got into a wheelchair, causing the innkeeper to take a few more glances.

In the end, he didn't ask anything, but when he saw Feng Canglan was about to go up to the second floor, he quickly called a few waiters, "Quick, help that girl up."

After hearing that, several of the mistresses went over one after another, Feng Canglan smiled politely and retreated to ask them to help, "Thank you."

After putting them down in the wing room, the mistresses left.

Feng Canglan put the materials he bought on the table when he came back, and saw Zong Zhengyu sitting there in a daze, unable to move.

"Yuyu, I'm going to make candied haws, let's eat together, okay?"

Her voice was very soft and soft, she was attached to Zong Zhengyu who was sitting in the wheelchair, looking at the same level, with a smile in her eyes.

"Okay." Zong Zhengyu responded.

Feng Canglan's brows and eyes were gentle, and he lowered his head to kiss the place where the teeth marks were obvious on his neck...

(End of this chapter)