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The morning sunlight seemed to have arrived a little early. The morning sunlight filled the entire room, shining on the Meng xiaotian who was sitting on a prayer mat and also shining on the beauty in his arms.

"Creak!"

The door was pushed open gently. The elder pushed open the door and was stunned by what he saw.

Immediately after, a gratified expression appeared on his aged face.

His granddaughter wasn't young anymore, but he didn't have much time left to live. Now, there was an immortal-like figure that loved and cherished him. Perhaps, he could finally put aside the last thing on his mind.

When he saved this young lad yesterday, this young man had said something. He did not tell Meng xiaotian, but he had remembered it in his heart. That was because it was the best gift he could give to his granddaughter.

The old man withdrew. He gently closed the door.

Meng xiaotian raised his head, his eyes looking in the direction of Old Yin's departure, and did not speak for a long time.

Yesterday, he already knew that the old man's surname was Yin and the woman in his arms was called Yin yanyan. She was the elder's only granddaughter.

Even though he knew that he must have lost his memory. However, right now, the only thing he could truly do was hold this weak woman in his arms.

The paths of life were all different, it was the same for Meng xiaotian. Unknowingly, they had another life, maybe it was just a dream, but also a dream. Wasn't it a different life? Dreams like life is not awake, life is like a play who I am.

"Just who am I?"

Meng xiaotian asked himself, and also asked this strand of sunlight that had just seeped in.

Sunlight shone down on his body, giving him a warm feeling. However, this warmth was from the feeling of hugging a beauty in his arms. This warmth was an indescribable feeling of attachment.

"You're awake!" The beauty in his arms opened her sleepy eyes and hugged Meng xiaotian tightly, as if she was not willing to let go at all.

Meng xiaotian looked at her beautiful face deeply, "En."

However, the Meng xiaotian did not sleep at all, nor did he feel the slightest bit of weariness. In his body, there was never any hint of tiredness.

"..."

It was as if he had lived for many years.

That day, a family lived in an unknown village.

It was a rather skinny young man and a very beautiful and virtuous woman. They... Couple.

One was called Yin Fenghua, the other was called Yin yanyan …

The sun rose and set.

As time passed, the villagers developed a favorable impression of the two new families. The man was honest and honest while the woman was kind and beautiful. What a celestial couple!

Yin yanyan was sitting on a rattan chair in the courtyard. The weather was very clear and the willow tree in front of the door blocked out the sunlight, making it seem cool and refreshing. The Yin yanyan held a brush in his hand as he quietly looked at the painting on his leg.

Meng xiaotian carried a stone board on his bare back, the bronze muscles on his body tensed. His perfect figure was plain to see. Raising his head, he looked at his wife on the rattan chair. Meng xiaotian's lips curled up into a smile, filled with the joy from the bottom of his heart. His face was clear now.

"What did you draw?" Meng xiaotian asked.

"I won't tell you!" "Hee hee!" When Yin yanyan heard this, he smiled and kept the painting. When he kept the painting, he could vaguely see a corner of the character.

"Hehe!" Meng xiaotian laughed heartily, picked up the limestone and walked out.

"Fool!" Yin yanyan's face was as red as wine, his eyes flowing with the vicissitudes of life as he scolded.

It was still the two old men in the sky in the Eastern Ji Sect's Desolate World.2

"Junior brother, you must have cheated!" "Haha!" The bearded old man was smiling.

"So what if I'm cheating? As long as I can find a successor, so what if I die? " The other old man looked slightly weak. He spoke firmly.

"This little guy actually has a lot of secrets. This is good, the more secrets he has, the more it will prove that he has more potential!" This is a fact that has existed since ancient times! " The bearded old man's face turned serious.

"We two old fellows don't have much time left. If heaven wills it …" The bearded old man did not continue.

"So what if it's the will of the Heavens? The legacy son of the Eastern Ji Sect is also a son of the Heavens!" "These illusions are just a simple test!" The old man waved his sleeve and disappeared into the air.

"Hope... You will succeed! " The old man with a long beard closed his eyes... He gently waved his hand...

It was still the thatched hut in the village, and on the bed …

"Words..." "Don't be afraid, I, am by your side …" Meng xiaotian held the beautiful woman's hand and gently pressed it to his face, his eyes revealing a look of yearning and reluctance.

"Magnificent..." Also... Remember... We... Just... Meeting... When... "Ah …" The woman lying on the bed had a weak aura and words came out of her mouth.

"I remember. I remember when I first opened my eyes, you were by my side. You were so beautiful, so soul-stirring …" Meng xiaotian, also Yin Fenghua said softly with tears in his eyes.

"On... Before you woke up, you used to... I once said one sentence … "Yin yanyan seemed to have used all his strength.

The weak and boneless words caused Meng xiaotian's heart to tremble, and tears rolled down from his eyes.

"NO!" I don't want to listen! I only want you by my side! " Meng xiaotian choked up.

"You … Can... Again … Hug Me... Once... "What?"

Meng xiaotian held Yin yanyan up gently, wrapped her arms around her and held her in his arms.

The Meng xiaotian said softly, "There's nothing to say about this. The blue sea was like a crescent moon, Meng Xi … "It's hard to find another way..."

The tears at the corner of his eyes were filled with endless yearning. These few years passed by like flowing water …

"You must remember …" Under the rattan chair, there is a painting... That's your way home... " Yin yanyan's beautiful face suddenly blushed a little, similar to how she looked when they met.

"Words …" The Meng xiaotian choked with emotions and looked at her deeply, not daring to put her down for even a second.

She raised her hand, wanting to touch Meng xiaotian's face …

"..."

In a forest of peach blossoms in this small mountain village, there was an additional grave with no name, and one less family.

The villagers no longer saw that simple-minded young man, nor did they see that peerless girl.

It was as if they had never appeared. It was as if they were passers-by in life. It was just like a brief stop on a journey, making people forget about them very quickly. It was a dream of spring flowers, autumn moons, waking up without a trace.

There was also the nameless tombstone of the Peach Blossom Forest. The villagers had built it into a temple, and every single person who was in love with it had come back to pay their respects …

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