Chapter 250 Who Sees the Moon for the First Time by the River (Part )
"Master, I brought him back."
Under the peach tree, Fu Xuan bowed solemnly, with a lot of apology in his eyes, "I am an unfilial disciple. I haven't returned to Yuque for a long time, and I have done many things that are not in line with Master's teachings."
"But I brought my junior brother back."
Fu Xuan held An Ming's hand and smiled sweetly. Nothing was more important than this, and the master would definitely understand her.
As a fortune teller, one can predict the future, but cannot change the sad ending. This is the sorrow of the fortune teller, and it also represents submission and powerlessness to fate.
Until today, Fu Xuan is convinced that she has long escaped from fate and reached the happiest future.
Become the most perfect self in countless dreams.
"Master, it's been a long time since we last met," An Ming reached out to touch the peach tree, reminiscence flashing in his eyes. The years he spent with Jingtian were as clear as yesterday.
The seemingly cynical and unreliable fortune teller eventually used his own life as a lever to summon the Imperial Bow to end the Battle of Fanghu.
Everything Jingtian does affects Anming's character, and ultimately leads to the inevitable outcome.
He would become a hero who cut off his fate, and he did become a hero.
The statue of An Jianshou is located on the central road where dawn first sets. When a new day arrives and the first ray of sunlight shines, it will illuminate the determined back.
Everyone in Yuque will remember An Ming's name as the anchor of his life, and it will never be forgotten.
That day every year is the Dawn Day to commemorate An Ming. People will stay up all night until dawn and offer a bouquet of flowers to the statue.
Fu Xuan thought that she was the only one who would remember it, but in fact it was not the case. During her absence, the people of Yuque never forgot the heroes who had fought bloody battles here.
The hero fell in the dark night before dawn, let them use their hands to lift the hero towards the dawn.
"Mr. An Ming."
"Are you willing to love the girl in front of you forever, forever and ever, without leaving her?"
The peach blossoms were stained in Fu Xuan's hair, just like a bright red veil, revealing a phoenix crown.
"I do, Senior Sister."
"Then, bow to heaven and earth."
Fu Xuan never let go of An Ming's hand, and took him to bow to the heaven and earth. The world has changed dramatically, and now Yuque is extremely prosperous, but this is also the proof that they once fought bloody battles here.
Heaven and earth bear witness to An Ming's sword.
"Two thanks to the high hall."
Only here, under the peach tree.
"Stupid An Ming...you didn't break your promise," Fu Xuan raised her red lips slightly. They finally met under the peach tree. Even though such a long time had passed, their love for each other had never changed.
In a trance, both of them seemed to see Jingtian smiling and nodding, turning into peach blossoms in the sky and drifting away with the wind.
Fu Xuan had tears in her eyes. She knew this was the end. She shouted to the sky, "Thank you, Master! I will be happy!"
"Master, I will make Xuan'er happy!!!"
The peach blossoms were silent, but fell gently between the shoulders of the two.
At last.
Fu Xuan and An Ming stood opposite each other.
"Xuan'er."
"The rest of my life will be entirely in your hands."
This oath will not change no matter how long time passes, An Ming is willing to give everything to Fu Xuan.
"Who told me to be your wife?" Fu Xuan had tears in his eyes but he showed a happy smile and tightly hugged the only love of his life.
Under the peach tree.
They finally met again.
The past cannot be changed, so let’s create a better future, a happy future with An Ming.
As a wife, perhaps she still has too many immature aspects to change, but this time - she will never let go.
Even if we have to burn our lives out, we must reach a future where we can grow old together.
"An Ming, do you know? I always look at the vast Milky Way," Fu Xuan leaned in An Ming's arms, chuckled and said, "At that time, I would think that the poem is very good, who first saw the moon by the river, when did the river moon first shine on people."
"I thought such an eternal question was just a complicated math problem."
That's how it was originally.
But on those nights without An Ming, Fu Xuan always looked up at the bright moon, and the moon never changed.
She is waiting for An Ming, and the moon is also waiting for someone, or it can be said that everyone is being waited for by this world.
Among thousands of lights, there is always one left for you.
"Later, I discovered that the world is actually very beautiful, but a world without An Ming is very boring."
The bright moon on those nights was actually no different from before; the only thing that changed was Fu Xuan's state of mind.
Even though it is covered by clouds, the moon is still in the sky.
An Ming is there, always existing in her heart where she can't see him.
In the days without An Ming, the short fortune teller grew up to be a reliable fortune teller. He acted decisively and always examined everything with a serious look.
She just didn't want to see anyone die in front of her again.
When fate came again, Fu Xuan didn't want to fail twice in the same fate.
This time, she held An Ming's hand tightly.
This time, I will never let go.
Be it death or hell, as long as An Ming is there, it is not scary.
"An Ming."
"Ok?"
"This tea... is so sweet."
Fu Xuan couldn't control his tears. He drank the familiar sweet tea, but he couldn't stop crying.
It’s really sweet.
How long has it been since I had such sweet tea?
"From now on, make tea for Xuan'er every day."
"A liar must drink a thousand cups of bean juice!"
"Oh, this is too cruel!"