"Princess, stop crying, bury your beautiful memories of Liyou in your heart. I will take away those painful and sad things." It's strange that Liyou hardly tried hard, so he easily let go of Youmeng's hand and said affectionately, "Goodbye, Princess..."

"Liyou..."

Youmeng cried on the ground, but his figure gradually faded away and disappeared without a trace.

She had not realized that all this was just illusion and whispered: "Liyou...Liyou..."

Just recited it like this, and finally woke myself up.

After waking up, I saw that I was still lying on the couch with my head on my face. I was shocked to see tears on my face, as cold as frost.

Seeing her awake, Guyu's eyes were red, and he half-kneeled on the couch and leaned over to see it. He handed her a handkerchief and said softly: "The princess is dreaming again?"

Youmeng held a handkerchief and wiped her tears. She could no longer sleep, so she said lightly: "I'll go out for a walk." Then she got up and got off the couch, leaving the building alone.

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Youmeng was like a lost soul and walked towards Tang Dixuan. Although she knew that it was empty, there seemed to be a kind of force in the dark to lead her there.

The pear tree near the garden is still in bloom, but it has already become a twilight state, showing desolation. She sees someone under the tree, wearing a plain white dress, standing tall, looking up at the pear blossoms, and ecstasy. Her fairy and eccentric posture is undecorated, but she shows her charm.

Youmeng was so sad that he felt palpitations. Suddenly, he thought he had seen an old friend, and couldn't help but call out: "Liyou..."

The pure jade man under the tree looked back when he heard the sound and looked at her with all eyes. She was stunned and woke up like a dream.

That was Su Zhi, but he happened to be wearing white clothes today and was standing here right here, which was very similar to the first time he saw Li You in his memory, which made her look dazzled...

Su Zhi recovered well after his first recovery, and his bright complexion also improved on his smooth and fair face. He looked at her quietly, his dark and deep eyes were charming, and his thin lips pursed a smile, which was as elegant as fog, which naturally revealed endless tenderness in his originally cold and handsome temperament.

In fact, he doesn't like to laugh, only if the person in front of him is her, can this be the case.

She lowered her head in disappointment and embarrassment, without saying a word. He walked slowly over, without any blame in his eyes, and gently held her hand with pity and led her to the pear tree.

Youmeng was a little confused, and looked at him squatting down, picked up a branch, and dug up the soil next to the crisscrossing old trees.

His strange behavior touched her memories even more. She was stunned. He felt that he overlapped with the illusion of separation in his mind, and everything seemed to be back to the beginning-

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously at that time, "I just saw you squatting under this pear tree, sneakingly digging something. Could it be that there is still any treasure buried under my garden?"

He said: "Liyou is not digging for treasures, but burying things."

She asked him, "Then what did you bury?"

"I just followed the example of Zhou Gong and wrote a blessing to pray for my seriously ill relatives in my family. I also hope that God will be kind to you and allow me to die for them."

Thinking about what Li You said, seeing the corners of a wooden box appearing in the place where Su Zhi was digging, Youmeng couldn't help but squat down and stroked the soil on the box with his own hands. As it exposed more and more, his emotions also surged.

Finally, with the two of them working together, the box was presented in full. Su Zhi helped her take it out, she opened the lock and opened the lid, and there was a roll of bamboo slips inside. Youmeng's trembling hands carefully picked up the bamboo slips and spread them out. The familiar handwriting that caught her eyes instantly forced her to tears-

"Youmeng...Youmeng...Youmeng..."

The bamboo slips have deep pen and ink. I thought I had told them all, but I never thought about writing this name only, over and over again, endlessly.

He was a man who wrote "Jiu Zhang Ji". With his talent as brilliant as stars, how could he be so speechless that he could write without saying a word?

But even thousands of words are not as good as this name. The root of all pain and sweetness is her, as if she tossed and turned in his heart, calling over and over again, affectionately.

It turns out that I am the deepest secret buried in his heart...

Youmeng thought this way, tears flowed down and wet the bamboo slips, melting the dry ink color.
Chapter completed!