The strong autumn spirit enveloped Tang Ling's heart for twenty-seven days.

It was winter when you came down from the mountain.

In fact, winter is very good, but it is undeniable that it represents the end of a cycle of reincarnation. Tang Ling was a little tired and felt a sense of completion.

It’s not that he is not strong, but that he is not strong enough to be in such a lonely world. Every day, he watches his beloved weaken little by little, and then calmly welcomes her death.

This kind of pain was even greater than the night when she lost her mother-in-law and sister. Tang Ling could not bear it again.

With empty eyes and a little erratic steps, Tang Ling went back to the house directly.

He can't do anything else, and at this time he can only stay by the other side. It's not a mistake to be weak in the last time.

Tang Ling's fingers stopped on a certain song disc. He pulled out the thing called CD and put it into the speaker that was moved to the other room.

The prelude of a slightly sad sounded, very well, at least covering up the breathing sound of one less than one, one less than one less than one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one less one.

Tang Ling sat beside the bed on the other side and spread out his diary.

【Twenty-eighth day, rain】

I brought her here, and then she fell asleep on this day, and I was swallowed by despair. It was over.

Then, Tang Ling threw down the pen in his hand and closed the diary.

This sentence is the last trace of him and the other side, provided that if there are later generations.

The curtains were exhausted and still fluttered.

There was a drizzle outside the window. It had been floating until now since Tang Ling went down the mountain, bringing a sudden chill, and also making Tang Ling's hair and clothes look fashionable.

But who cares about these things?

The trees on the shore are lush, like summer, and the yellow leaves floating on the lake in the distance are like autumn. When you pull the hand over the other shore, Tang Ling lowered her head and looked quiet, like winter.

This is the end.

At this time, the singing echoed back and forth in the room:

"If sadness is deeper than happiness,

I hope I will accompany you.

When you look up, there will always be clouds in front of you.

As long as you recognize you, you will have no regrets.”

Tang Ling lit a cigarette, as if she had returned to the night when she first met in Dark Harbor. At that moment, he lifted her veil...

"If a bitter smile is more serious than tears,

I hope the laughter is like a drop of kiss.

If tomorrow's good scenery is sometimes far and sometimes near,

I still want to hold this affection without a doubt."

As the smoke rose, Tang Ling narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be standing on the beautiful road along the coast of Dark Harbor again. The other side passed by him, and his hair streaked across his face...

But the next moment, she appeared again, appearing in the life and death ring between him and Tang Long. When he opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth was the temperature on the other side's lips...

"No matter how low the temperature is,

How lucky it is that there is no need for one person in the long night.

Any possibility in the future,

And you are the last pair of changes.

I wish to be in front of the remaining light,

Leave two eyes to see you.

I can still hug each other and avoid sudden changes.

But I am afraid of missing you.

I hope I will hug you and fall asleep in time,

Keep the warmest side of the world.

Spend the vast crowd of people to keep warm,

The coldest day.”

‘Bang’, Tang Ling held the cigarette in her mouth and leaned her head gently against the wall. She always thought that there were not many memories, but only deep love.

It turns out that there are many memories, and they are disturbed in my heart. It is not sadness, but just a trance. It is so dazed that all the memories actually begin to intertwin.

Sometimes it seemed like I was back when I was young and depended on Shanshan for life. She rubbed her ears on her back, in her arms, shouting "Brother". Sometimes it was the other side of the river looking at her eyes, her eyes full of admiration and attachment, and she smiled gently and lightly...

At this time, Tang Ling's thinking was a little confused, but she felt that her life would not last long, but she had always been intertwined with the other side. From childhood to this time, she was childhood sweethearts, dependent on each other in troubled times, and shared life and death.

"No matter how low the temperature in front of you is, how lucky it is, there is no one in the long night." Tang Ling's eyes were a little swollen and painful, but there were no tears. He finally lowered his singing and finally lay beside the other side, just like the first night he came here, burying his head between the other side's neck.

But that night, the other side's body was still so warm, and at this time, it was so cold that it made people desperate.

Tang Ling closed his eyes, tears flowed quietly, and the long-depressed sadness made him breathless suddenly. He could only hold the other side's hand tightly and wait for the last moment...

Although the singing kept echoing, everything felt a sense of dead silence that was so deep that it was at its lowest point.

Tang Ling was drowsy and in a daze, as if she had seen the scene in the dream again.

"No, brother, you lied to me." Shanshan turned her head, her pale face retreated step by step, and in her hand was the fake four-color velvet.

"They can't fly far. They are too weak, just like me..." Shanshan smiled desolately: "You can only stay in the settlement forever?"

The strong wind blew, and Shanshan's small body suddenly rolled up.

"No!" No matter if you dreamed about it a hundred times or thousands of times, Tang Ling could never accept such a scene. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Shanshan.

In the wind, a warm hand held him. He looked up and saw the other side. She was wearing Shanshan's clothes, just like Shanshan was blown back by the wind and grew up instantly.

Her eyes were warm, with deep attachment and admiration for herself.

"Tang Ling..." She smiled and called Tang Ling's name, then landed, hugged Tang Ling gently, rubbing against Tang Ling's ear: "Brother..."

Tang Ling was slightly stunned, and then hugged her tightly.

"Brother, do you want to give me a real four-color velvet flower? Will such four-color velvet flower fly far?" The other side leaned against Tang Ling's shoulder.

"I..." Tang Ling remembered that he had indeed been carving a four-color velvet, but it has not been completed until now.

He will never finish things, battles after battle.

He suddenly remembered the sentence in the survivor's diary, "I realized that I had never been wet with you before. If I had not had this despair, would I remember to do such a thing with you in my lifetime?"

But I am not the same, why didn’t I give that gift in the end?!

Tang Ling let go of the other side, and he began to search in a panic, trying to find the unfinished four-color velvet.

But no matter how you look, you can't find it.

Tang Ling's heart was filled with regret, sadness, sadness... and then he suddenly woke up.

The singing in the room was still echoing, and the rain outside the window stopped at some point, and the warm light of the setting sun fell faintly into the room.

Actually, fell asleep?

Tang Ling shook her head and tried to wake herself up, but her face became very ugly the next moment. She was just in her dream... Is the other side saying goodbye to me?

Tang Ling was extremely sensitive at this time. He sat up and put his hands on the other side's nose with a trembling trembling.

A very, very weak breath, but the other side is still alive!

"Hu", Tang Ling gasped for a few times, his mood relaxed slightly, but it became heavier in an instant. That moment will always come, even if it is not now...

But!

Tang Ling suddenly jumped up from the bed and took out the Xingyin Dingwei Blade. He wanted to find the four-color velvet. This thing has always been very important. Tang Ling carried it with him, and it was in the space.

Almost impatient, Tang Ling opened her space, but the next moment, Tang Ling was stunned.

His space was full of stuff. Before, he had received a lot of miscellaneous items from deserted islands, soil, trees, etc., and at the edge, there were also black beads' corpses.

**

Bury him.

Tang Ling could not hate him. If he compared his love for the woman in the Star Council to his love for the other side, he would indeed not be able to hate him.

But because he and the other side have to face death, their complex mood made Tang Ling decide to complete the burial of the Black Bird Bead.

He took out the corpse of the black bird bead from the space, and at this moment something small and strange happened.

The moment the black bead corpse came out of the space, something seemed to burst out, and all kinds of debris were scattered all over the ground.

Tang Ling was already in a state of great difficulty in having any other emotions at this time, but as smart as him, even if he didn't think about it deliberately, he quickly understood the reason.

The black bird bead should have a storage item with the same type as the Star Invisible Dingwei Blade, but it should not be as advanced as the Star Invisible Dingwei Blade, and it directly opened up a different space.

The black bird bead is dead. No matter whether the item has no energy support or mental support from the black bird bead, it finally lost its effect and exploded, so all the items inside are scattered.

Life on the other side has entered the countdown. Burying the black beads is already a time-consuming task, and Tang Ling doesn't care about packing up these scattered items.
To be continued...