Ying Jin recalled that year when we were playing chess on the lake, wearing sleeves and blue clothes, and the move was a dead end. Now the old friend has disappeared in the smoke, and Zhenlong has no follow-up.
"In these long years, you have never had anyone else beside your pillow. Are you waiting for him?"
"I never thought about anyone else."
"Then why did you call him back?"
"When you are about to die, those who have been thinking about it for so long will finally see you. If not, you will never be able to close your eyes, and you will not be at peace until you die."
The sky rises and dawn breaks. Chu Jing looked at Ying Jin deeply and asked, "Why are you here?" Ying Jin smiled and replied, "Because you need me."
I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out that it was not the same as a young man traveling.
Ps: Chu Jingshen × Ying Jin, the disciple who wears the book and attacks × the master receives