1994 I'll only do it for you in this life 2

But ... That's impossible. "

He only hoped that in his next life, he could meet her earlier, protect her, and love her.

Suddenly, the monk pointed to the cup of tea that he had just brought over and said,""Benefactor, try this tea."

You Yi nodded. He picked up his glass and drained it in one gulp. After a while, he suddenly felt that something was off. His mind felt heavier and heavier, and his vision was a little blurry. "It's said that wine is intoxicating, but this tea ... Why can it also be intoxicating?"

He only heard the monk opposite him say,""Because, almsgiver, you want to get drunk!"

You Yi's mind seemed to be out of his control. Images flashed past his mind-no, they did not flash past, they were being rewound. The images in his mind were all rewound from time to time, rewound and rewound all the way back to the very first time he had met nie qiuping.

You Yi felt that if he was drunk, he wished that he would never wake up again.

"I really wish ... To never wake up," he muttered.

"Then don't wake up," she smiled.

"Qiu Yun ..." You Yi mumbled. A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and it entered the ring.

At that moment, the ring flashed with a golden light, and a wisp of white smoke floated out of it.

You Yi did not know if he was dreaming or if it was real. He muttered,""If, if it's possible ... To return to that time, I'm willing to use everything to exchange for ..."

"Sure."

You Yi shut his eyes completely after the monk had finished speaking. He sprawled on the stone table, a smile on his lips. The silver ring was still in his hand.

........Dividing line ......

In the evening, every household in Yanzi River Village began to smoke from their kitchen chimneys, light up, and bark. The adults stood at the village entrance, calling their children home for dinner. All kinds of sounds interweaved, creating the most perfect countryside scenery.

There was a small river called Yanzi River at the entrance of Yanzi River Village. Most of the people in the village had the surname Yan, so they simply had this village name.

Other people's houses had smoke from cooking and light, but only the east side of the village, a house surrounded by a fence, was still dark. An eight-year-old girl sat at the door. She was thin, and although the clothes she wore had been washed until they were white, they were very clean. Her small face made her eyes seem even bigger, so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off her. She held her small face and looked at the other side of the village. She was waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a few little boys ran over like little mud monkeys, shouting,""Yan qingsi, your mother is dead. Your mother is dead ..."

The little girl sitting in front of the wattled gate suddenly stood up, rushed to the boys, and pushed them hard."Your mother is the one who's dead. Your whole family is dead."

The little boy staggered from the push and almost fell, but he was not angry. He grinned, revealing his missing front teeth and said,""Your mother is really dead. She fell into the river. When she was rescued, she was already dead. We all saw it."

"My mother won't die. Get lost ..." The little girl's eyes were red, and her two small hands were clenched into fists. Her stubborn little face had turned red from anger.

As they were catching her, a few adults carried a woman back.

"See, I didn't lie to you," the boy said."Your mother is really dead. I'll tell you a secret. She died to save your aunt ..."

Yan qingsi did not say anything and ran over.