The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Agarwood's excessive use of drugs day and night made her body weaker and weaker.

But she acted like nothing was wrong and went her own way.

In order to avoid another failure of the transcendence ritual, she would stop before reaching her limit.

When not in salvation, the agarwood will entangle the crane and soar to the sky.

Her state alternates between two extremes, the pain of overcoming the person who died in vain, and the joy of being melted by the crane.

Xuan Guo didn't understand this and quietly asked He Chongtian: Why doesn't she let you sleep and amuse you like this?

He Chongtian didn't regard himself as a pastime, and even enjoyed it.

Life seems to have become very simple. When Chen Xiangyin was in the quiet room, he practiced knives in the yard, read books, and occasionally helped the chef cook.

Away from the turmoil of Qingshan City, there is no competition for fame and fortune, and no fights of life and death.

Every day, I wake up next to Shen Xiangyin, breathe in the unpolluted air in the mountains and forests, and fill my ears with the natural sounds of birdsong and gurgling streams.

Agarwood is always within sight of him, like a pair of ordinary lovers, living the most poverty-stricken and simple life.

This day will not last long, it will be time to return to the previous life.

He Chongtian would not escape, and he did not want Chenxiang Yin to consume himself like this every day, but he couldn't help but think about it, wishing that time could pass slower.

Just treat yourself as a reward for not slacking off for thirty years and for having a good dream.

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Chen Xiangyin woke up from his sleep again and moved to the washroom to wash up. The morning wind in the mountains brought a refreshing coolness.

In the mirror, the gray face was not as haggard as imagined.

She was wearing the white training clothes given by Master Zhuang, and she looked very clear, even her eyes were pure.

The cheongsam I brought with me was hanging in the yard, swaying in the wind.

It turns out that not wearing a cheongsam is not that hard to accept.

The series of red marks on his neck were dazzling, and when he rubbed the agarwood with his fingers, the dense itch spread, and other tactile sensations that followed were hallucinating again.

The light in the room was a little darker, and the crane was leaning against the door. He was tall and elegant. He faced the light, and the sunlight traced his outline, creating a layer of soft light.

"Jingzhe is here today. After finishing it, I will smoke mugwort in the yard."

Chen Xiang hummed, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, she bent down and picked up the cold well water from the faucet, and splashed it on her face.

Waking of Insects, the weather warms up, the earth thaws, and everything revives.

This solar term is accompanied by four images: thunder, birdsong, blooming flowers and spring plowing.

Chen Xiangyin couldn't remember the last time he celebrated his birthday, and he felt it was ironic to celebrate his birthday after living too long.

Although He Chongtian asked her the time, she didn't report any expectations. There was a lack of supplies in the mountains, and even He Chongtian couldn't change any flowers.

Walking to the yard, Master Zhuang and Xuan Guo were sorting herbs, interspersing the dried mugwort with some other herbs.

The four people smoked the yard inside and out to drive away snakes, insects, mosquitoes, rats and the musty smell.

After the ceremony, Chen Xiangyin hurried into the quiet room to continue the ritual of salvation until dusk.

Back in the bedroom, the agarwood mixes with the reassuring smell of burning herbs wafting from the window.

He Chongtian was lazily reclining in his chair, dusting off his cigarette carelessly. When he saw her coming in, he threw the cigarette butt aside and lazily opened his arms.

Agarwood dragged forward with light steps, no words, only her breathing gradually synchronized with the same frequency.

He Chongtian gently twirled her hair and combed it gently with his fingers. His palms were warm and firm, and then slowly slid along her back.

When the switch of agarwood is triggered, the whole person relaxes instantly, and the tense nerves are relieved.

The lighting in the room was soft, and the shadows of the two people stretched and blended on the wall.

With her eyes closed, Agarwood's forehead was covered with softness. His hot lips slowly slid down, lightly touching her eyebrows and corners of her eyes, and finally fell on her lips. In his breath, there was the domineering and fiery breath of the crane rising into the sky.

His arms naturally wrapped around He Tingtian's neck, his body softened, and all fatigue and burden melted away at this moment.

During the exploration, all the touches were so natural and just right, like two souls having a silent dialogue.

Suddenly, the sweet sound of tinkling bells came to my ears, well-proportioned, like the tinkling of clear springs in the mountains.

Chen Xiangyin slightly opened his glowing almond eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw the crane soaring into the sky with its right arm raised, carrying a bunch of nutshell wind chimes.

On the rectangular fir logs, there are more than a dozen bunches of nut shells hanging side by side, with different shades of brown intertwined with subtle textures.

Hemp ropes are connected in series, separated by various unnamed nuts from the mountains. They have been polished, hollowed out on the inside and smooth on the outside. They make sounds with the crane's wrist.

It's so nice to hear, it touches your heart, and creates waves of calmness and tranquility.

The musical notes in the mountains are the springs jumping among the rocks and the distant deer crowing.

Chen Xiangyin forgot to speak for a moment until a low and slow voice sounded in his ear, "You don't like it."

Chen Xiangyin came back to his senses and chuckled, "I'm not telling you, Mr. He, you have some free time."

It wasn't that she didn't like it, she was really stunned. She said she liked to feel the free wind. This wind chime was the wind reciting poetry.

He Chongtian also laughed, there was nothing in this mountain, and his wife could only do such a shabby thing for her birthday.

Withdrawing his hand and throwing the wind chime on the table, he said in a teasing tone, "I'll make it right for you when I get back."

Chen Xiangyin raised her eyebrows, "How to fix it?"

He Chongtian's deep eyes flashed slightly, "Write down everything you want to do and everything you want."

People's wishes are truest when they are in scarcity and have a peaceful mind.

Seeing that Chen Xiangyin didn't take it seriously, He Chongtian said again: "You don't have to think about things anymore. I'll give them to you when you get back. Is there anything you want to do?"

Chen Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing stopped for a moment. When He Chongtian said this, his tone and expression were very serious.

She daydreamed and said freely, "I want to have a cat."

He Chongtian was also startled for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips with a loving smile, "Yeah, but I don't raise black cats."

Chen Xiangyin raised his head slightly and looked out the window into the distance, thinking, "I raise white cats. I heard that pure white cats are easily bullied. Let's raise one and let it be your Mr. He's kitten, and he will never be bullied again." .”

He Chongtian's chest trembled, and he let out bursts of magnetic laughter, "Can I still take care of the cat world?"

Chen Xiangyin looked at him solemnly and nodded, "Yeah." Then he said, "I want endless chocolate. I haven't eaten it for a long time. I'll eat it first when I go back. The chocolate cake you put at the door of my store looks very good." tasty."

"Which one?" He Chongtian didn't think about it for a while.

Chen Xiangyin: "I kicked the one to pieces. I regretted it for several days. There was so much chocolate sauce, and the strong cocoa smell after kicking it over was so tantalizing. You made a mistake, and the cake is innocent."

He Chongtian thought about it and laughed for a while, "My sister made that cake. Go back and ask her to make more for you."

When it comes to family, the problem seems to be complicated again, and Chen Xiangyin is brought back to the present.

He Chongtian urged her again, "Is there anything more difficult? Something bigger?"

Chen Xiangyin looked into He Chongtian's dark eyes and saw her own face in them. For a moment, in a trance, she seemed to see her original self.

That carefree, ignorant and ignorant young lady, who only plays and eats every day, is absolutely free and pure.

"Yes, I want to go to Beijing."

Three wishes, a plain and soft life, no worries about food and clothing, and revisiting the old place.

It's a pity that life is destined to be turbulent, and there will be no permanent worries about food and clothing, and my hometown has long since ceased to exist.