Chapter 2547 Don't Cry, My Beloved

Don't cry my favorite person

Mr. Pratt was a little anxious in his confusion, and also a little angry in his heart.

Bao'er became like this because of you. If you don't heal him quickly, why are you looking at it?

This anger made his eyes focus from confusion.

A familiar sideways figure actually appeared in his sight.

Pratt couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he sighed in his heart and shook his head vigorously!

"Hey! My old eyes are getting worse and worse, and the hallucinations I have are getting more and more serious... From now on, Bao'er..."

Thinking about who else can take good care of Na Bao after his death, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Na Bao's parents were not qualified enough, and their cultivation level barely reached the Holy Realm. They were also extremely sad because she fell into a state of suspended animation for no reason, and they both passed away a hundred years ago.

Other relatives are busy making their own fortunes, and no one cares about Na Bao, who has been sleeping for four hundred years.

Pratt tremblingly took out a handkerchief and wiped his cloudy eyes, then looked at the crystal coffin.

Immediately afterwards, his hand holding the handkerchief froze in the air, and his eyes went straight!

The familiar figure is still there, still staring at the person in the coffin, gently stroking the coffin lid with his palm.

This...isn't an illusion...Zhang Xing is really back?

Pratt couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at Zhang Xing with his eyes fixed on Zhang Xing. He put one hand on the ground, stood up from the cross-legged position, and walked forward step by step.

He walked up to Zhang Xing, glanced at him, felt the aura of truth, and knew it was true.

At this time, he was not so excited.

After all, he had an unusual relationship with Zhang Xing, and he always regarded Zhang Xing as his junior.

"Back!"

A single sentence contains endless emotions.

There are relationships between elders and juniors, greetings between friends, and even a sense of resentment.

"Well, I was delayed in the stars for five hundred years."

Zhang Xing didn't explain much.

"Just come back. Na Bao has been in a coma for four hundred years."

When Platt heard Zhang Xing's words, the resentment in his heart disappeared.

What could have delayed Zhang Xing for so long must have been a shocking event, even

It's a matter of life and death.

"Nabao could have successfully entered the divine realm, but she... was full of beauty in her heart and accidentally walked into her own world."

Zhang Xing hesitated for a moment and could only explain to Pratt this way.

What he meant was that when Na Bao was promoted to the divine realm, he could not suppress the longing in his heart, and his mind could not help but fall into a beautiful illusion.

In other words, Nabo is now living in the world she weaved.

That world was sweet, a world where she and Zhang Xing stayed and flew together, and she didn't want to wake up.

When Zhang Xing came, she could see Na Bao's condition clearly at a glance, and also saw a beautiful and warm picture in her mind.

There is a home, children, countryside, parents, and an old man in the picture...

Zhang Xing couldn't bear to destroy it!

"My own world?"

Platt was a little confused and looked at Zhang Xing doubtfully.

"I think about it every day and dream about it at night...Hey!"

Zhang Xing sighed softly.

Platt understood and fell silent.

"What should we do?"

Platt asked after a moment.

"I'll bring her out!"

Although it was a dream and Zhang Xing couldn't bear it, it was an illusion after all, and he had to face reality in the end.

In the vast starry sky, Na Bao didn't know how to find Zhang Xing. She was afraid, she was afraid of losing him and never seeing him again in this life.

Therefore, subconsciously, she did not want to be promoted to the divine realm, but just wanted to wait at home for Zhang Xing to come back.

She was afraid that she would be lost in the starry sky and could not find her way home. She was afraid that Zhang Xing would not be able to see her when he came back. She was afraid that the two of them would miss her!

In her ideal world, even if she dies, she must die by Zhang Xing's side and grow old together!

Four hundred years on earth, already a thousand years in the artistic conception!

The gray-haired Na Bao has reached the end of his life, and his youth is long gone, but the past has not been forgotten with the passage of time.

Na Bao, who was lying on the bed, looked at Zhang Xing, who also had wrinkles on his face and a bent waist, and could not help but shed bitter tears from the corners of his eyes.

She knew that her end had come, and she also knew that everything in front of her was not real. She also knew that as soon as she closed her eyes, not only would her dreams disappear, but her real self would fall into a long sleep and never wake up again.

Zhang Xing, who was bending down and busy pouring water for her, didn't notice Na Bao's complicated expression.

Because he was imagined by Na Bao, and he is illusory.

Although the Zhang Xing in front of him was an illusion, Na Bao still smiled when he looked at his figure.

There is happiness and satisfaction in the smile, but also deep regret!

I remember the first time I saw Zhang Xing as a child at the foot of the Snowy Mountains, and every day and night after that...

Everything is so ordinary, everything is so real!

There is no vigorous love between the two, their feelings are so natural, and each can feel the other's affection in their hearts.

Their relationship is inconspicuous among all living beings, ordinary and ordinary, but for Na Bao, it is so unforgettable, this is her first love!

I can't be with you in this life, I can only meet in dreams. I hope there will be an afterlife. I would like to become a star in the sky, waiting for a man named Zhang Xing.

The boy walked past me...

Na Bao had fallen into a deep sleep for too long, and it was time for her spiritual thoughts to dissipate. Her hazy eyes in the artistic conception had diverged, and the back in front of her was blurred.

The fictional world collapsed piece by piece, and she stretched out her hand to grasp the rickety back.

But the back figure had become still, and the body turned into fluorescent light little by little, disappearing from her eyes in the blink of an eye...

She wanted to see her beloved for the last time but was unable to do so. Na Bao burst into tears. She slowly closed her eyes and waited for death to come...

"Don't cry my favorite person..."

At this moment, a familiar melody sounded in her ears.

This was what she heard when she and Zhang Xing met for the first time. At that time, she only thought the melody was pretty good and had no idea what the lyrics were about.

But later when she and Zhang Xing parted, when she was crying, Zhang Xing sang again

this song.

At that time, she deeply understood Zhang Xing's heart and sadness of separation.

"Don't cry my favorite person

Tonight I bloom like an epiphyllum

Withered in the most beautiful moment

Even your tears can't restore the withering..."

The singing continued, as if Zhang Xing was singing softly in her ears.

Na Bao slowly opened her eyes, and saw a familiar face, still so young and handsome, still with a tender smile.

"I wasn't withering in the most beautiful moment... Am I ugly now?"

"You are not ugly, you are still beautiful."

"Then keep singing. I will hear you singing this song again at the end of my life. I will have no regrets in this life!"

Na Bao still thought it was a hallucination.

"Don't cry my favorite person

Do you know I will never wake up again

Blink in the most beautiful night sky

My eyes are the brightest stars..."

As she listened, Na Bao's eyes brightened, and her thoughts returned to the past...

After a long time, the singing had ended, but the sound was still swirling in her mind, but why did Zhang Xing in front of her not disappear, nor did she feel that she was about to die.

Na Bao stared at Zhang Xing for five minutes without blinking, and Zhang Xing looked at her with a smile.

"Bao'er, you're awake..."

"Zhang Xing, is that you? Are you back? Am I not dead?"

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