Walking in the middle of a top military tent, looking back and forth patrol, or training friars, chen fan and Jian Yi are speechless.
Neither of them spoke. Maybe they didn't know what to say. Maybe they didn't want to break the silence. In a word, they went far away.
At this time, if you look from behind, you will find that there is always a certain distance between Chen Fan and Jian Yi.
As if an insurmountable gap in general, so that two people can not really close.
After a while, there was a sea of flowers in front of me. Wild flowers all over the mountains and fields competed to open up and were colorful. They walked in the sea of flowers as if they were in a fairyland.
"I didn't expect that there was such a beautiful place where the two armies fought."
Chen Fan finally broke the silence and finally restrained the spread of the embarrassing atmosphere.
I saw Jian Yi nibbling at her lips. After a long time, she responded, "I have come here unintentionally before."
This speech, let chen fan again into silence.
If Jianyi had ever been here, she must have led herself to come here. For a while, Chen Fangen didn't know how to respond.
So standing in the sea of flowers for a long time, the sword recalled a long sigh, the eyes showed a touch of sadness.
With a wave of her big sleeve, a coffin appeared on the ground, and the heart of the sword was lying quietly inside.
His eyes were closed and his face was pale, just like when Chen Fan left.
"After the war broke out, I took my sister with me. I knew that one day you would come to find her."
Jian Yi is talking to himself in general, but at this moment, chen fan has no time to pay attention to it.
So slowly close to the coffin, across the thick crystal coffin, as if touching the cheek of the heart of the sword.
"My heart, I'm back. I'll be able to revive you soon."
Chen Fan's voice is full of firmness, and his eyes are more solemn than ever.
Even now, chen fan can't forget the despair and unwillingness in Jianxin's expression before his death when he was in the palace.
She still lingers on the world, and still refuses to give up the people in this world.
Chen fan is one of them!
At this moment, chen fan hoped that the heart of the sword could open his eyes, and the two people and four eyes were opposite. However, I'm afraid that all this was just an extravagant hope. He could only stare at the heart of the sword without any response.
"Alas..."
after a long time, Jianyi sighed behind chen fan.
Chen FA looks back, and he finds that the memory of the sword at the moment has already shed tears.
"If I was the one who was engaged to the palace family, and if I was the one who died in front of you, would you be as sad for me as she was?"
Hearing this, chen fan suddenly did not know how to answer, and this meditation, then called Jianyi more excited.
"After the end of the war, if I can not die, from now on, I will often accompany the Green Lantern Buddha and disappear in the vast world. I wish you and my sister happiness."
The voice falls, sword Yi turns to walk far, did not look back to Chen fan.
Chen fan, with his hands on the coffin, looked at the back of the sword in his eyes. After a long silence, he could not say a word.
He can understand the meaning of Jianyi, but Chen fan has always been not the kind of person who can tell the feelings in his heart.
In fact, even he didn't know what kind of feeling he felt for Jianyi.
It seems to be a friend or a lover, but at a certain moment, the memory of the sword in Chen Fan's eyes will gradually coincide with the figure of the heart of the sword.
Chen fan is very afraid of such a situation, because it will make him confuse his feelings.
No matter which one he failed, he couldn't allow it.
"Maybe, only time will tell."
With a long sigh, chen fan looks at the quiet and sleepy heart of the sword and murmurs to himself.