The voice didn't speak for a long time, and the atmosphere fell into anxiety.
[You don’t need to go back, you still have your mission, you have to continue to complete what you want to do here, go! ]
The voice gradually disappeared. No matter how much Song Zhaoning called, the voice did not answer her again.
Song Zhaoning came back to her senses. Her heart was a little heavy. More importantly, she could stay here and continue to live well with Nan Jingyuan. She still felt guilty for Song Zhaoning in this world.
The weather in May was not too hot, and the breeze picked up, blowing the girl's long hair, revealing her bright white face, as if she had been gently caressed by a lover's hand.
But
"You can stay forever. The road ahead is up to you. Since fate dictates, then love, feel, and do what you want." Everything to do."
Abbot Yun Yan clasped his hands and stopped looking at Song Zhaoning, turned around and left the hall.
Nan Jingyuan, who was kneeling and praying with Song Zhaoning, didn't know what happened to Song Zhaoning. He just prayed quietly and devoutly that his girl would get better, even if it cost him his life.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the girl looking at him with tearful eyes. He suddenly panicked and felt a little bit of pain in his heart.
"What's wrong? It doesn't matter, I will always be with you." As long as you don't dislike me.
Song Zhaoning was in the young man's eyebrows, and his emotions moved with her.
"A Yuan, I...I love you."
Unexpectedly, Song Zhaoning's first words were this.
He stretched out his hand to hold Song Zhaoning's delicate face, and his eyes softened unconsciously.
"I love you too"
Song Zhaoning's white and tender face was stained with tears, her face was also flushed, and her long eyelashes were wet with tears and she threw them pitifully. In Nan Jingyuan's arms, he hugged him tightly.
Ignoring the looks of many pilgrims in the hall, Nan Jingyuan comforted his girl in a low voice, the girl who came for him.
After Song Zhaoning calmed down, they said goodbye to Abbot Yunyan.
Abbot Yunyan said: Suifeng will no longer suffer from illness.
This news is good news for everyone, but Song Zhaoning is suffering every day. She is enjoying happiness here, but the suffering that should have been hers is borne by another girl.
Until she had a dream, the dream was Song Zhaoning in this world, and it was she who pulled Song Zhaoning into the dream.
"I'm sorry, all this should have been yours, but I took away your life."
When Song Zhaoning saw another Song Zhaoning, her first words Just say sorry to her.
Another Song ZhaoningLike her, he didn't mean to blame her, and said to her with a smile: "We are one, what's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. Without you, I wouldn't know what would happen to my family in the near future." We all have to live well despite such changes."
No matter what world he is in, Song Zhaoning is a kind person and a person who does not bow to fate.
"I will live a good life, and I hope you will too."
Song Zhaoning wiped her tears, her eyes filled with determination for life and the future.
"Yes, we all need to live a good life. I won't blame you. I hope you won't blame yourself. You are not wrong either."
Just one sentence. Song Zhaoning was moved to tears again.
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At night, the girl lying on the bed shed tears. She can now face it all.
Song Zhaoning got up early the next morning. School had already started for a long time, but Song Zhaoning did not attend school well.
Although I came here because of Nan Jingyuan, if I want to study hard here, of course I still have to work hard to get into college.
Perhaps because of the dream last night, Song Zhaoning was still a little late this morning.
"Brother Nan, do you think Song Jiaojiao will come today?"
Zhao Yutang came to Nan Jingyuan early in the morning to talk, his tone was very harsh.
"Jiaojiao? Who allowed you to call her that?"
Nan Jingyuan's original look at Song Zhaoning's seat turned into a sharp knife flying towards Zhao Yutang.
At this time, Zhao Yutang shrank his neck and said with insufficient confidence: "Brother Nan, I didn't mean it. I made a slip of the tongue."
He sat back down timidly. Sitting on his seat, he lamented why Wang Hu didn’t come to school yet, no one reminded him.
"What a coward!"
Seeing this scene, Qiao Lele couldn't help but want to attack Zhao Yutang, his mortal enemy.
On weekdays, the two people would start fighting each other as soon as they met.
But what was strange today was that Zhao Yutang did not start a fight with Qiao Lele, he just curled his lips and said nothing.
Nonsense, who wouldn’t be timid in front of Brother Nan? Is there anyone who wouldn’t be timid?
When class was about to begin, Song Zhaoning hurried to the classroom.
As soon as he saw Song Zhaoning coming, Nan Jingyuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
Song Zhaoning did not dare to have too much contact with Nan Jingyuan in the classroom, for fear that others would know that she was in love with him.
He just smiled at Nan Jingyuan and quickly sat back in his seat.
"Zhaozhao, are you feeling better?"
Qiao Lele has been to the hospital several times.Song Zhaoning felt that her health was not good and she needed to take good care of herself, so she asked worriedly.
"I'm fine now, Lele, and nothing will happen to me in the future."
He smiled and told her not to worry.
It’s been a long time since I went to class. After a whole day of class, Song Zhaoning was already dizzy. Sure enough, if you don’t use your brain for a long time, your brain will get rusty. Teacher, you must not deceive me.
Nan Jingyuan did not go home with Song Zhaoning after school today. His house was said to be expropriated, and the village chief Wang Haiyong asked him to go back and deal with related matters.
When they returned to Xiangzhang Street, the village chief had been waiting here for a long time and looked at Nan Jingyuan with a smile without any hint of impatience.
"Xiao Yuan is back. I came here today to talk to you about this matter."
Nan Jingyuan still respected this village chief who helped him a lot.