Shi Nan's friend didn't seem to come to their wedding.

Fu Zhao could see that Shi Nan was a little disappointed, but he also knew that Shi Nan tried hard to suppress his disappointment, instead of showing it, he smiled brightly, listening to Yer and Jiang Wenqing singing congratulatory songs.

Fu Zhao could see it, but she couldn't say anything.

Until a chorus of congratulations came to an end, it was full of emotions and resonated with many people present. It made Fu Zhao's eyes warm, and Jiang Wenqing and Yer who sang almost burst into tears.

It gave Shi Nan a chance to cry.

Glittering teardrops hung on the long and slender eyelashes. With the end of the song, the eyelashes trembled, and then the teardrops fell silently down the cheeks, like pearls with broken strings.

It seemed that they were only moved to tears by Jiang Wenqing and Yer's singing.

But it seems that in these tears, there is still a bit of sadness.

What is Shi Nan feeling sad about?

Just because of that friend who didn't show up?

Fu Zhao didn't know it clearly, but he could empathize with him very much.

As if with a turbulent hotness, it fell on Fu Zhao's aching heart, causing a fine pain in her chest.

She gently put her arms around Shi Nan's shoulders, she was silent for a while, after thinking about it, she still asked,

"What's wrong?"

"Is it because of being moved...or is there something else?"

Shi Nan shook his head, then tilted his head up slightly, his forehead was gently brushed by the wind into a beautiful arc, the tears in his eyes were shining, but he slowly retracted them,

"I just suddenly felt that after going through so many things, I finally had a perfect ending. Seeing the people I know bless us one by one, I was touched, that's all."

"It's like being in a dream, a little unbelievable."

"So that's how it is..." Fu Zhao said softly, picked up Shi Nan's palm, and after interlocking his fingers, they were tightly pressed together without leaving a single gap.

"It's okay, there will be many things in the future that will make you feel that this is real."

"I will always stay with you."

Like many times when Shi Nan was crying, Fu Zhao gently stroked her back and patted her back gently, expressing his most sympathetic comfort.

"Yeah." Shi Nan responded softly, lowered her raised head, and reached Fu Zhao's shoulder socket, hugging her, the words she said were still a little nasal,

"For the fireworks display at night, let's set off Kongming lanterns."

"You... haven't taught me to write your name yet."

Nankey Island has always retained the ceremony of lighting Kongming Lanterns. In many festivals, islanders will spontaneously gather and release Kongming Lanterns to pray for blessings and express their deepest desires.

The islanders seem to hold on to this kind of hope forever—the things that feel hopeless in life, maybe God will help to realize them.

Today is not a holiday.

So they bought materials and found an open space to put the Kongming lanterns, which were only the two of them.Unlike the bustle and bustling when the Kongming lanterns were released last time, tonight Nankey Island is excited for the island owner's wedding, gathering near the West Islands where the fireworks display is held.

The highland they were looking for had no other people except the two of them.

There are heat waves at night in midsummer, but the terrain surrounded by islands allows the cool sea breeze to pass through the heat waves, and the clusters of flowers sway gently in the wind.

The fragrance of flowers in the sea breeze is refreshing.

Fu Zhao spread out the lantern paper on the stone table, polished the ink, and took the brush in his hand to dip some ink, intending to give it to Shi Nan, but when he turned around, Shi Nan had already taken the brush and dipped it in the ink,Sitting upright.

The posture of holding the pen is much more accurate than before.

Fu Zhao bent his lips and smiled, "I remember I taught you to write your own name last time, can you write it now?"

Shi Nan's fingertips holding the pen paused, and the ink on the pen tip dripped down, smudged and dyed on the lamp paper, blooming little ink marks.

Another lamp paper was destroyed.

Shi Nan pursed her lips, put down the pen, took out a new piece of lamp paper, glanced at Fu Zhao, raised her eyebrows, "Of course I can write."

Fu Zhao nodded, "Then I will teach you how to write my name today, but don't write it on the Kongming lanterns that are going to be released."

"Don't you want to write your name?" Shi Nan looked over and asked with confusion in his eyes.

Fu Zhao let out a soft "hmm", drooping his eyes for a moment of silence, his thoughts drifted to the distance, and he remembered his previous dream-like experience. In the timeline of the 21st century, there are still many legends about Kongming Lanterns.Taboo.

She thought about it carefully, and opened her mouth to explain to Shi Nan the reason for not writing her name,

"Among all the preserved blessing ceremonies on Nankey Island, Kongming lanterns are actually the oldest one. Although it has developed to the present, in various festivals, islanders will write their names or wishes on Kongming lanterns to express their wishes.desire."

"But in fact, Kongming lanterns were first used to sacrifice the souls of the dead. There is a saying that the lanterns fly in the sky, and the souls chase them on the ground."

"I've heard by chance before that a long time ago, people would only write the names and birthdays of dead souls on Kongming lanterns for sacrifices and prayers, and to bring lonely souls and wild ghosts who could not return home to their hometowns."

When she said this, she paused for a moment, looked at Shi Nan who had been stunned, and bent her lips into a smile, "But now, tens of thousands of years have passed, Kongming lanterns are more used for blessings, and they will not be completelyConfined to the role of sacrifice, everyone will not be shy about writing names and wishes."

It turned out to be like this.

After listening to what Fu Zhao said, Shi Nan recalled the last time he almost wrote Fu Zhao's name on the lamp paper, and felt a little scared.

Fortunately, she thought about waiting for Fu Zhao to teach her personally, so she didn't check Fu Zhao's name.

If Fu Zhao's name was written at that time, wouldn't it be self-defeating, and it would have the opposite meaning.

After all, Fu Zhao was still alive at that time.

Fu Zhao saw the tossing and turning emotions on Shi Nan's face, and she probably could guess what Shi Nan was thinking, but she was just worried about not writing his name last time.

She walked to Shi Nan's side, held Shi Nan's fingertips, picked up the brush, and drew on the lamp paper one stroke at a time, neatly writing down her name,

"If you were worried that you wrote my name when you put out the lamp..."

"Actually, there is no need to worry."

"Because when I came back last time, it was already considered..." She paused for a few seconds, her eyes flickered slightly, she was a little unable to say the following words, she was silent for a while before opening her mouth again,

"Revenant—"

Before he finished speaking, he only uttered one word, and there was a warm and soft touch on his lips, and his fingertips with warmth stood between his lips, and her blurred eyes were reflected in the rippling pupils.Blurred figure.

"No." Shi Nan quickly denied, his eyes were a little more moist, it was tears, and it was also the flames of the fireworks constantly blooming in the sky.

She didn't want to admit that Fu Zhao was a dead soul.

Even though... even though she knew that everything in the world was always an exchange of equal value, even if it was a deal with a god, it couldn't be avoided.

To be able to experience ten times of regret, and even to reverse what happened at the beginning, and return to the starting point where everything can be restored, it is impossible not to pay any price.

But she is still selfish, and she doesn't want to admit that her Fu Zhao used to be just a wisp of dead soul.

She thought she was back where she started.

She would rather believe that Fu Zhao never died, and no longer think about that regretful moment, and she would not admit that her Fu Zhao was real, dissipating all heartbeats and pulses in her arms.

Even if nothing happened after Fu Zhao's death, she could tell that at least Fu Zhao was really dead at that moment.

But they can go back to this moment again and change the fact of Fu Zhao's death.

In fact, it was just that someone paid the price for the two of them.

She didn't want to admit it, just to keep her conscience clear, and she was such a terrible person.

I clearly remember all these things, but always indulge in the good life now, and bury the guilt in heart, thinking that this way can live in peace.

It's just self-deception.

"Actually, I also know how lucky I am to be able to go back to when things didn't happen now."

The bright and pleasant voice rang in her ears, pure and clean, gently scratching at the bottom of her heart, listening carefully, she felt like the sea breeze smoothed the turbulent waves, and her heart calmed down a lot.

"Even if we start over ten times before, it's just a dream that the two of us completed together."

"But think about it now..." Fu Zhao sighed lightly, looking at Shi Nan's tear-filled eyes, gently wiped away the tears from the end of Shi Nan's eyes with his fingertips,

"The first time was not a dream."

"The feeling of dying is real. I obviously felt the feeling of dying, and I also lost all senses and consciousness. The feeling before dying is real. I can't ignore the feeling of dying.Much more real at once."

"I didn't dare to admit it at first, but after thinking about it, it's actually not a big deal even if I admit it."

Fu Zhao looked at Shi Nan frankly, straightened the hair on the side of Shi Nan's forehead, put his lips on his forehead and touched it lightly, smiled and said, then continued to hold Shi Nan's hand, and wrote his ownname.

"It's better to admit that I was once a dead soul than to forget that. At least I'm really alive now, right?"

"We always have to remember the things that happened in the past, to set off the beauty of the present, and to remind ourselves how lucky we are."

"Also warn yourself, cherish everything you have now, and don't make the same mistake again."

Fu Zhaotan finished these words frankly, without any hesitation.

After the words were finished, the complete word "Fu Zhao" was already on the paper.

Black and white.

It is upright, clear and powerful.

"Pa-ta"

Tears fell onto the lamp paper, and beside the word Zhao, the wet stains faded away, gradually staining the pen and ink.

Shi Nan lowered his eyes, his eyes glowed with heat, and when he raised his eyes again, tears filled his eyelashes, and the fire in the sky was reflected in the moist eyes,

"You write two more names on the Kongming lantern, and we will put them together later."

Knowing that the name written on the Kongming Lantern was to sacrifice the souls of the dead, Shi Nan's purpose for making this request was already clear.

Fu Zhao was stunned for a few seconds, fixedly looking at Shi Nan, vaguely, she felt that she already knew what happened to Shi Nan's friend who couldn't attend their wedding.

As for why there are two, as for who these two people are.

At this moment, none of it matters.

They only need to hold the most pious wishes and the most sincere blessings, that's enough.

Fu Zhao thought about this clearly, lowered his eyes, dipped the brush in his hand with some ink, stuffed it into Shi Nan's palm, adjusted Shi Nan's posture of holding the brush, and opened his mouth softly,

"Since this is the case, we should write together. The voices of two people may be more useful than one."

When Shi Nan was held in Fu Zhao's arms, the warm touch and clear voice behind her reminded her that she should always remember all this, and always feel guilty and uneasy about it, in order to repay the price that person paid for them.

This is what she should do.

She can no longer be so selfish and only care about her own life.

If forgetting is a relatively happy thing.

Then she should keep the names of these two people in her heart for the rest of her life.

Shi Nan thought about this, closed his eyes lightly, clenched the pen in his hand, looked sideways at Fu Zhao, and said softly,

"One's surname is Lian, called Chuyue, and the other's surname is Fu, called Yunqi."