Chapter 3120 How Can We Meet (End of Text)

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Si Mutian thought that his father would leave for a month at most, and he would be back soon, because his father was like this in the past and would not leave him alone at home for too long.

But when a month passed and he didn't see Si Mobai come back, nor heard any news, he knew he was wrong.

But he still thought that his father would come back in three months, half a year, or a year.

But as time passed, as he sent people out to search together, there was no news of Si Mobai and Feng Tianlan, and he knew that he was wrong again.

Three months have passed, half a year has passed, and a year has passed, and he has not seen his father come back, nor has he received a letter from his father.

Just like his mother, his father had completely disappeared.

Si Mutian, who was ten years old, was slimmer than last summer, but he was much stronger and straighter, and he was also a head taller than last year. His immature face was also a bit heroic and cold.

Si Mutian sat in the courtyard of Feng's house, looked at the empty stone bench opposite, and remembered that last year today, his father was sitting here, looking at the sky.

His father said that the last time he looked for it, if he couldn't find it, he would never look for it again.

This sentence still rings in my ears, what Jean Ruo said yesterday is the same, but he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence until today.

What his father said meant that if he couldn't find it, he would never come back.

The last search is a lifetime.

Si Mutian snorted mockingly, "Father is really cruel."

Just like this, he left him as a child and made him an orphan without father and mother.

"Little prince." A servant hurried in, handed over a letter, and said, "There is news from the prince."

Upon hearing this, Si Mutian immediately stood up, grabbed the letter, opened the letter with shaking hands, looked at the contents of the letter, as if struck by lightning, his body softened, and he sat on the stone bench.

"Xiao Shizi?" The servant called out worriedly.

Si Mutian looked up at the sky, then stood up, left without saying anything.

That night, Si Mutian received the letter, and left Feng Mansion that night. So far, there is no news of Si Mutian's young son in Guiyuan Continent, and no one knows where he went. It was as if the world had evaporated.

half year later*

Si Mutian came to the snowy area, Xuanbing Cave.

Under the bed of ice was a purple-black time coffin, and lying inside was his father whom he had not seen for more than a year, Si Mobai, and beside him was Bai Xue.

"Uncle Bai Xue." Si Mutian stood in front of the ice bed, looking at the peaceful and happy Si Mobai lying inside, his heart was already numb with pain.

He thought that his father was just looking for his mother and would never come back again, but he didn't expect that what he got was the news that his father had passed away.

Bai Xue said, "Brother said that Naihe Bridge was the last place he didn't find, so he went to Huangquan Road to look for it, and went to Naihe Bridge to wait for his sister-in-law. to wake up."

Si Mutian lowered his eyes and let the tears fall. The crystal tears dripped into ice under the cold air of Xuanbing. At this moment, his heart was completely cold.

Half a year ago, he received the last letter from his father, which contained only one sentence.

My beloved wife, three lives and three generations, how can I meet you, can you wait for a long time?

*

Orange candlelight flickers, lotus blossoms bloom under the bridge, and stars are dotted in the sky. There is a monument at the head of the bridge with three words on it - Naihe Bridge.

The red Bianhua flowers on the bridge are blooming enchantingly, only the flowers are seen, but the leaves are not seen.

A pair of brocade boots embroidered with Bingdi Bailan, stepping on the withered flowers of the other shore, slowly climbed up, stood on the bridge, looked up at the bright moon, "Lan'er, I am already at Naihe Bridge, when will we meet again?"

On the other side of the bridge, there is a graceful woman wearing a red dress with white orchids embroidered with twin stalks. She puts her slender white hands on her belly, lowers her eyes and smiles lightly, and purses her red lips, "Mobai, I'll be waiting for you at Naihe Bridge, see you in the next life."

Loving you is the belief of my life!

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