Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

In late spring in the capital, willow catkins are flying like snow.

Meng Qiqi sat in the rocking chair, looking at her gray temples in the bronze mirror, her fingertips gently stroking the long-faded glass hairpin in her hair - that was the token of love that Shen Qingyu had given her when he proposed to her.

Bursts of laughter came from outside the window. The grandchildren were chasing and playing in the courtyard. Shen Qingyu was leaning on a carved cane and distributing loquats freshly picked from the tree to the children with a smile.

"Grandma, grandpa secretly gave us candy again!" The little granddaughter ran to Meng Qiqi, holding the oil-paper bag.

The old lady smiled and scratched the tip of the child's nose, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes filled with love: "Don't tell your father, or he will say that Grandpa spoiled you."

At this time, Lin Xiaoyan's gentle voice came from the courtyard next door. He was teaching Meng Yuyu's little grandson to recite the medicinal formulas in "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Although the two sisters have each started their own families for many years, they still live next to each other and share the joy of family.

Since their husbands resigned from their official positions, the two families moved together to a farm in the suburbs, away from the court disputes, and lived a free and easy life.

"It's time to get ready to set off." Shen Qingyu walked to Meng Qiqi's side, stretched out his hand and slowly helped her up.

The old couple smiled at each other, their eyes filled with longing for their homeland.

This time, they decided to take their husbands back to the small mountain village they had been away from for a long time - the place that carried their childhood memories and witnessed suffering and struggle.

The carriage slowly drove away from the capital. Meng Qiqi looked at the passing scenery outside the window, and the past came flooding back like a tide.

She remembered the fear she felt when she first arrived in the other world and curled up in the dilapidated adobe house; she remembered her sister Meng Yuyu shivering in the cold wind to protect her; and she remembered every detail of her relationship with Shen Qingyu from the time they met to the time they fell in love.

She turned to look at her husband beside her. Although the years had carved deep wrinkles on his face, the eyes he looked at her with were still full of affection.

Three days later, the carriage stopped under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

The once muddy paths are now paved with bluestone slabs; the dilapidated adobe houses have also been transformed into neat brick and tile houses.

But the old locust tree still stands tall, as if telling the story of time.

"It's the Meng sisters!" Someone shouted, and the villagers gathered around.

The old village chief, now gray-haired, held Meng Qiqi's hand with trembling hands: "Children, you are finally back! Over the years, thanks to the clinic you built, the young and old in the village have found support."

Meng Yuyu and Lin Xiaoyan also got off the carriage. The two sisters looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar village, their eyes full of emotion.

The public health clinic they funded and built is still bustling with young doctors providing free medical services to the villagers.

Meng Qiqi walked into the clinic and touched the counter where she used to keep accounts. She seemed to still see the timid little girl hiding behind her sister.

Shen Qingyu and Lin Xiaoyan quickly integrated into village life.

Shen Qingyu taught the children horse riding and archery, and told them strange stories in the martial arts world; Lin Xiaoyan helped with consultations in the clinic, and took the children to identify herbs in his spare time.

Meng Qiqi and Meng Yuyu would go for a walk in the back mountain every morning to pick fresh wild vegetables. In the evening, they would sit in the yard, mending the soles of their shoes while reminiscing about the past.

The days are plain but fulfilling. As spring goes and autumn comes, the leaves of the old locust tree turn green and then yellow.

Whenever night falls, the two families sit together in the yard, listening to the chirping of insects and frogs, and eating fruits and vegetables grown by themselves.

Shen Qingyu would gently hug Meng Qiqi and tell her the romantic vows of their youth in her ears; Lin Xiaoyan would put a thin shirt on Meng Yuyu and ask her in a soft voice if she was tired.

More than ten years passed in a flash like this.

One morning, Meng Qiqi was preparing to go to the back mountain to collect herbs as usual, but suddenly felt dizzy.

Shen Qingyu hurriedly helped her back to the room, and Meng Yuyu also hurried over to take her pulse.

The old sisters looked at each other and saw clearly in each other's eyes - the end was approaching.

"Don't worry, I'm already very satisfied with my life." Meng Qiqi held her sister's hand, her voice weak but firm, "I have no regrets about growing up with you and finding happiness together."

Turning to look at Shen Qingyu who was guarding the bed, she forced a smile and said, "Thank you for accompanying me for so many years."

Shen Qingyu was already in tears and held her hand tightly: "Qiqi, wait for me."

As night fell, Meng Qiqi closed her eyes peacefully, surrounded by her family.

In a trance, she heard the familiar system prompt: "It is detected that the host has completed all life tasks. Do you want to return to the system space?"

Under the cover of light, Meng Qiqi's figure gradually disappeared.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already in a pure white system space.

0999's voice was still mechanical, but with a hint of warmth: "Welcome back, host."

The surrounding walls projected her life in another world - from the fear when she first arrived in the mountain village, to the warmth of mutual support with her sister; from her encounter and acquaintance with Shen Qingyu, to the happiness of having many children and grandchildren.

"I want to see them again." Meng Qiqi said softly.

Instantly, the scene switched to her funeral.

Shen Qingyu knelt in front of the grave, holding the glass hairpin in her hand, crying inconsolably; Meng Yuyu leaned in Lin Xiaoyan's arms, her white hair blown by the wind, full of sadness; the children gathered in front of the grave, crying bitterly.

Tears blurred Meng Qiqi's eyes, but there was a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth.

In this system space, she can look back on those beautiful memories at any time, and in another world, her story will always be remembered by her family.

"0999, I'm ready." Meng Qiqi took a deep breath, a determined light flashing in her eyes, "The next journey, here I come."

The light came on again, and Meng Qiqi's figure disappeared in the system space.

And in that small mountain village, under the old locust tree, a new grave stands quietly, telling a story about love, courage and happiness.

Shen Qingyu often sat in front of the grave for a whole day, until the sun set, he slowly stood up and whispered to the grave: "Qiqi, wait for me to come find you."

Years go by and time flies.

But the love and concern that transcends time and space will never disappear, just like a mountain stream, constantly flowing and lasting.