Chapter 26
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This year, there was a large snowfall in Zhongmou.
Zhao An Yang made a snowman in the back garden of the Luo Manor and covered his eyes with a black cloth.
"Yi, you made a pile of yourself!" Luo Qingchen came out of the room and looked at the cute and chubby snowman. Her lips revealed a bright smile.
Zhao An Yang saw that she ran out without a coat and his brows slightly knit together. He went into the room and took out her red cloak.
Luo Qingchen stood beside the snowman and walked around it two times. Then, she revealed a silly smile.
"Don't catch a cold." He put the cloak over her and gently rubbed her.
"Does it look like me?" He saw that she was looking at the snowman without saying anything and asked with a smile.
Luo Qingchen blinked and touched the snowman's face. She felt the cold snow melt in her palm.
She revealed a faint smile and said, "It's a bit fat."
"Is that so?" Zhao An Yang looked at himself and gave a self deprecating smile, "Compared to now, it's about the same … …"
"That's right, you're so fat." Luo Qingchen looked at him and revealed a sweet smile.
In the past few years, they had ridden their horses in the Jianghu. They had seen thousands of mountains and rivers and traveled to the ends of the world.
Other than eating and playing, Zhao An Yang could be said to have gained a lot of weight.
"Madam, are you disliking me?" Looking at her clear eyes, it was the same as a few years ago.
It was as if the years had not left a single mark on her body.
"How could that be? It's clearly you who are disliking me!" Luo Qingchen pouted her lips and pointed at the snowman, "You only made a pile of yourself and didn't make a pile of me!"
"It's snowing. I'm afraid you'll get cold." Zhao An Yang held her little hand in his palm.
It was soft and warm … …
"Nonsense, you just don't want to make one for me!" Luo Qingchen gave a light snort and made a pile of snow. She put the red cloak on the snowman and looked at him with a smile, "Does it look like me?"
"It's too fat. Qing 'er looks much better than it." Zhao An Yang took off Lu Qingchen's cloak from the snowman and put it on her. Then he took off his own cloak and put it on the snowman.
He glanced at the snowman, and the corner of his mouth inadvertently revealed a faint smile: "If I had a prominent status when I met you back then, the me at that time, should have been able to drape a cloak over Qing'er's body!"
Luo Qingchen stared blankly for a moment. After a long time, she smiled faintly, "What a fool. No matter what your status is, I like you, and nothing will change that. "
"Good Qing 'er — —" He rubbed her waist, letting her head rest on his chest, but his eyes were looking at the snowman that Luo Qingchen had made in front of him, and said with a smile: "Now that I have put it on, it can be considered that it is not too late."
She looked at the silly snowman in front of her, draped in Zhao An Yang's cloak. Looking at the naked snowman in front of her, she suddenly felt touched.
Such a scene, but it was no different from them back then.
"Zhao An Yang — —" She slightly raised her eyes, looked at his handsome side profile, and called out his name.
"Hmm?" He looked up at her.
She smiled faintly, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips: "I love you."
Zhao An Yang turned his hand and pulled her into his embrace, lowered his head and kissed her deeply. His voice was as cool as water: "I love you too, forever and ever."
With that, he carried her and walked into the room.
Outside the window, the snow fluttered. The two snowmen quietly waited in the snow, just like back then.
In this life, Zhao An Yang lived to sixty years old. In the ancient times, this age was considered very good.
Luo Qingchen had always been by his side. Until the moment of his death under the pear blossom tree, his eyes were still so beautiful.
"Qing 'er, I am so useless. I left before you, and made you suffer the pain of parting." Zhao An Yang laid in her embrace, with tears in the corner of his eyes.
"Fool, we will meet again in the next life. Let's say, forever and ever, we will never leave each other. Luo Qingchen's eyes were already red. She was unwilling, but it was useless.
The system had told her this morning that Zhao An Yang's life in this life ended today.
If the King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, who would dare to keep you alive past midnight.
That's good, the pain of parting, will be borne by her.
"Un … … Qing 'er … …" His breath became weaker and weaker. He opened his thin lips and repeated her name over and over again.
"I'm here, I'm here … …" She hugged him as tears kept flowing out of her eyes.
"I … … I … … Love … … Love you." He closed his eyes and said his last words.
"Me too." She hugged him as her consciousness gradually blurred.
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