The second master hung his coat on the hanger.

    Snow white long finger took the cover of the pocket watch and looked at the time.

    After hearing Shen Wanqing''s confused words, he pressed the lid down with his fingertips and lazily turned his eyes.

    The dark eyes were very calm under the light, and his eyes fell on himself.

    "Because it''s you."

    His voice was so flat that he couldn''t hear much emotion.

    Then he turned his head and continued to hang his clothes on a hanger.

    Finally, he came over wearing only a thin snow-white Western-style shirt.

    Shen Wanqing was stunned when he heard the answer.

    If someone else said this, he might be playing tricks, but when it came to the second master, Shen Wanqing believed it inexplicably.

    Mr. Jing sat beside the girl and took her hand coldly.

    The fingertips with jade trigger are extremely white and slender.

    He clasped his fingers with hers.

    He actually knows what Shen Wanqing wants to ask.

    Looking at their intersecting hands, Jing Yanxiu was fascinated.

    He seems to be thinking about something.

    After a long time, Shen Wanqing heard the second master''s low and calm voice:

    "It rained heavily that day. I stayed in front of the tomb and watched you buried with my own eyes. Later, I had a high fever and my brain was dizzy. At that time, I wanted to go with you. I hope you can walk slowly and wait for me on huangquan road..."

    The husky voice was very calm.

    Clearly so sad and mournful, but his expression had no waves, as if he had been numb.

    Shen Wanqing''s heart tightened, holding Jing Yanxiu''s hand for a few minutes.

    She lost her voice: "second master..."

    She wanted to persuade the second master to stop talking.

    She didn''t want to recall the gloomy memory of the second master.

    He said it succinctly, but Shen Wanqing knew how gloomy and painful the second master had been during that period.

    Just woke up from her serious injury and waited for her for so long before she had time to rest.

    One day and one night by the bed, three days and three nights before the mourning hall, it rained for another day at the time of burial.

    It was a narrow escape to get back a life. How can you stand this toss?

    Jing Yanxiu continued faintly: "when the fever kept rising, the doctors invited by the government couldn''t help me. My own desire for survival was too low, and they couldn''t return to the sky. When I was dizzy, I felt that I came to a dark space. There was no sound, no air, and it was very quiet."

    "Then there was a voice. The voice told me that you are not dead. In the future, we will eventually meet. He let me live well and find you..."

    “……”

    Shen Wanqing suddenly.

    She was a little stunned. Could it be Jiang Si?

    "I don''t know whether what he said is true or false, but I believe it."

    Jing Yanxiu lowered his long eyelashes, and the thick long eyelashes trembled slightly.

    It seems to recall the feeling of hesitation and helplessness when struggling to wake up from the disease at that time.

    He held the girl in his arms and squeezed her tightly in his arms.

    "No matter two years, three years, five years, ten years, or even longer. As long as I live, I will wait for you."

    You''re dead. How could he live alone.

    The belief that kept him alive was just a few absurd jokes in the nightmare.

    He was regarded as a hypothetical word that he thought too deeply.

    Only he, will those beliefs for living for himself.

    So he will cherish his life more than others.

    His innocence is waiting for him in the future.