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<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > me fall into darkness and take a road of no return. Find out what you do. You are in the light, don't get stained. </h1>
In Chang'an City, under the begonia tree. There is a tea house called Qiushui.
I heard that in that tea house, there was a maiko who was absolutely gorgeous. Often one dance closes, the next dance, but I don't know what time it will be. Many people come to see their faces, but they return home in mourning.
The first dance of the month, the first dance of the month.
Bright red silk shoes fluttered with the graceful dance posture of Maihime, and a red lotus seemed to bloom on the stage. The people in the audience watched in fascination.
Like a frightening, graceful dragon. Immortal jade bones, incomparably beautiful.
But the world said that this beauty was so skeletal that people could only see her on stage. Except for the dance, she didn't even want to give more eyes.
After the dance that day, the girl stepped down. She took off her red veil and said to the tea house keeper next to her:
"He still didn't come?"
"Him?" The woman smiled and said softly, "Sister is not afraid... Wrong payment for life? ”
The long curtain fell, and tears filled the eyelashes. She smiled lightly and bitterly: "Ben is a good person, why did he pay wrong?" ”
She slowly took off her gorgeous veil.
"Sister, without him, I'm just wandering."
Her name is Yun Huan. Long-lived tea house.
Five years ago, she was displaced, and it was the tea house keeper who took her in. So she stayed here and danced for a long time to take care of the tea house business.
She is selfish. The purpose is not only to solicit customers, but also to find a deceased person.
"Miss Shen, many sons and daughters of men ask you, how long will it take for the next dance?"
The figure of Zhu Cui's beard stood outside the curtain and asked carefully.
Yun Huan sat in front of the case in front of the case in her skirt and wrote a study book.
She didn't raise her eyes, as if she hadn't heard, and still cared for herself.
In the middle of the night, a faint voice came from inside the curtain:
"Leave it alone."
She put down her pen, got up, walked to the carved wooden moon gate, and looked at the begonia tree outside.
Oh, where the hell is he?
two
"The seedlings of The Pi Are Separated, the Seedlings of the Pi Ji." The line is moving, the center is shaking..."
In the courtyard of the mansion, the crisp sound of two children reading a book sounded.
The girl's hair had just grown to the point where it could curl up. The boy slightly developed another deciduous tooth.
Pick green plums and make wine, ride bamboo horses and play games.
In this cloudy world, they are all just right in age.
The Wind Mansion and the Shen Mansion are the friends of the world. Therefore, Yun Huan and Feng Chen have been friends since childhood.
The two of them had no guesses, and they were friends. The two provinces established a marriage at the beginning.
Time is not hurried, and the initially ignorant children have grown up.
Fall of the country. Yushu Linfeng.
Everyone in the world knows that Miss Shen and The Wind Prince are talented and beautiful people created by heaven and earth.
But the good times are not long.
The two families have been bathing in the grace of the emperor for generations, but it is not a good thing. There will always be eyes in the shadows, ready to kill at any time.
In the twilight years of the Holy Father, the matter of establishing the reserve was not settled for a long time.
Facing upwards, the grand prince and the grand prince are in full swing. Lord Shen and Lord Feng were involved in official affairs. Princess Dowager Zide is not worthy of the throne, and they will not support it.
Two sleeves of fresh wind, a righteous body. But he couldn't escape the queen's flick of the finger.
At the end of the following month, Shen Fu and Feng Fu were slaughtered one after another, but the murderer was unknown.
Maybe the world understands, but it can only pretend to be stupid.
When the body was counted, there were two fewer children. Some people say that the ashes that have long been burned by the fire have not been seen.
Fortunately, thanks to the secret protection of the Wind Palace, Yun Huan and Feng Chen survived in the robbery. But the two were separated by the pursuit.
Since then, it has been many years.
Downstairs in Qiushui, in front of Yunhu Peak.
A displaced teenage girl is taken in by a tea house and is famous for her dance.
A young man with a grudge entered the Yunhu Peak, and his martial arts were unparalleled, killing people like hemp.
The world knows that if you enter the Cloud Crane, you will become a cold-blooded killer from then on. Many of the ghosts in Chang'an City died at the hands of Yun Hu's disciples.
Feng Chen has a strong temperament since childhood, and does not tolerate sand. The revenge of extermination, he remembered for many years.
In the past, people said that the young prince of the wind was a gentle and humble gentleman. But who knows, gentle, one day, will also be slowly crushed.
Today's Feng Chen, dressed in black, stands with a sword. He was no longer the fourteen or fifteen-year-old clear teenager he had when he first joined the faction.
He already knew the Yunhu Sword Technique. All I have learned in my life, just so that one day, I can get back a justice. After joining the faction, the first request was to hope that Yun Hu could find out yun Huan's whereabouts. After learning that Yun Huan was well, he put aside his children's love and devoted himself to practicing martial arts.
He would no longer look for Yun Huan. In this way, each of them is in disarray.
I fell into darkness and walked a path of no return. Find out what you do. You are in the light, don't get stained.
It's spring and March again.
Yun Hufeng's new disciples joined the WTO. Chang'an City was in chaos, and now it was also stained with the Qiushui Building.
On that day, the swords in front of the tea house were mixed. Feng Chen still easily took one life after another with the familiar sword technique, and every face that fell at his feet, whether it was the palace officers and soldiers in the target or the innocent soldiers, he would not look at it more.
"Waste." He scolded darkly and was turning around when he saw a woman in red wearing a veil pointing her sword at him.
He swung his sword very quickly, but when the blade was about to touch, for a moment, he felt that these eyes seemed familiar.
His sword swung swiftly at her.
She closed her eyes.
All I could hear was the sound of the wind rising with the sword in my ears.
The golden begonia fell to the ground. Long, ink-colored hair hangs down and falls gently over her shoulders.
The wind blows the green silk. In the sunlight, the long waterfall-like hair jumps with a slight phosphorescent light.
He picked up the thin hairpins on the ground.
The golden begonia flowers at the ends of the tassels were slightly rusty, but they were so familiar and so piercing.
He looked at her in surprise. "You, you are..."
"Ah Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Yun Huan took off the veil and looked at him and smiled. This smile is as clear as ever.
"Yun Huan?!"
"Sure enough, this hairpin is still confessing to the Lord." Yun Huan smiled softly.
The wind droops her eyelashes. She, still kept?
She gently took the hairpin, looked at the begonia on the hairpin and said, "It's just slightly faded." What you give, naturally keep. ”
Yun Huan's eyes did not leave the wind for a moment, as if he was afraid to move away for a moment, he disappeared like a rainbow.
"Ah Chen... Where have you been all these years? ”
Feng Chen clearly saw the surprise, panic, tenderness and fear in Yun Huan's eyes.
He was silent.
She accidentally caught a glimpse of the engraved pattern on the hilt of Feng Chen's sword, and her heart suddenly cooled.
"You, you went to Cloud Eagle Peak?" ......”
The begonias on the autumn water terrace always wither quickly, and the clouds stand happily in the blood-colored sunset, looking at the few clusters of falling red, only to feel discouraged, and their lives are like duckweed.
Yesterday, she heard Feng Chen tell her story about her experience. Seeing with their own eyes the most important people say to themselves, Henceforth, each one has a destiny.
At that time, Yun Huan tried his best to keep it, but Feng Chen took a step back. Look at her coldly.
"Good thoughts? When the Fengshen and Shen provinces were slaughtered, why didn't you say Nian Shan? Yun Huan had never seen Such a cold attitude towards Feng Chen.
"Do you think that if you enter the Cloud Crane, you will be the one who does evil?"
"I never thought of Ah Chen that way. I'm afraid you'll do something wrong..."
"If it is wrong, then the big mistake is cast, and I am not ashamed." Feng Chen said coldly.
Yun Huan's heart trembled, she never expected that the teenager who had always been gentle and elegant would become so indifferent to herself.
"The same goes and often does not return. Yun Huan..."
Feng Chen looked at her for a long time, so unbearable, but so resolute.
"We're out of dust. It is best not to see it in the future. ”
A cold chill spread from the left chest and spread throughout the body. Yun Huan's face gradually turned pale, and he could truly see the panic and fear from the trance-like look.
Xu is a little earlier this year's autumn mood, and his whole body began to fear the cold.
There was a knock at the door. Memories come to an abrupt end.
"Sister Man." Yun Huan turned his head.
The door was gently pushed open, and the tea house keeper walked in with a smile.
"What my sister said was that he had suffered a lot. Not as it used to be. Yun Huan said lonely, and then reluctantly smiled bitterly. My sister guessed correctly. ”
The woman sat down next to Yun Huan, held her hands, and said softly:
"Even if it is such a stone heart, do you have to cover it?"
Asked this question, Yun Huan's tears fell.
She had been hiding it for a long time, and no matter how bad the results were over the years, she had guessed it. But when it comes to the real face, it is like a knife.
"I know you. You've been on his side since you were a child. I can't persuade you. It's just that you have to be careful in everything, if he really has an accident, you must not do stupid things. ”
Lin Chuman, the treasurer of Qiushui Building, is not just a simple businessman. When Yun Hu's disciple came down from the mountain, she ordered someone to investigate and knew the details of Feng Chen.
She was a wise person, how could she not know what the Wind Family Prince had done. Coupled with his attitude towards Yun Huan yesterday... It's not ruthless, it's him at this moment, if emotional, too dangerous.
Yun Huan was brought up by her, although she protected her, but over the years, Chaotang has been sending people to hunt down and kill, even Qiushui Lou can not hide a big living person, so he can only hide the name, as the sister of the treasurer. In order to avoid the eyes of the palace, Yun Huan can only change from Miss Qianjin to a tea house maihime.
Over the past few years, Yun Huan would be awakened by nightmares every night.
She had seen how the people who had killed her family lived a life of drunkenness and dreams, and every time she thought about it, she felt a deep pain in her heart. All these years she has lived with caution and trepidation, waking up every morning, afraid that she will suddenly die...
Feng Chen was her only light. All these years she had been looking for him, all the time waiting for him. She finally knew Feng Chen's plan, and now her only wish was to protect him.
After that parting day, she still followed him. He had been alone, and she had found the inn where he was staying, and every night when he returned, the treasurer would tell him that a girl had brought him all kinds of refreshments and cakes.
"Why bother?" He sighed.
But he didn't prevaricate. Later, Yun Huan personally came. But not too much nudge each time, always delivering pastries, greetings, smiling, and leaving afterwards.
Later, not only pastries were delivered, but also elixirs, sword spikes, and clothes she had cut by hand.
Day after day, Feng Chen himself seemed to be used to Yun Huan delivering pastries every day, and seemed to be accustomed to the familiar cheerful footsteps behind him, and he seemed to return to the days when the cars and horses were slow in the past, like a dream.
That night he looked at the tea cake out of his mind, and the daily warmth was a beam of light that had never been extravagant, illuminating his icy life. It's nice to be remembered. He hadn't been cared for by anyone for a long time.
Thinking like this, I smiled unconsciously. He thought to himself, these snacks are very beautiful, just like the ones in the house when he was a child...
Shocked inside.
Then the heart seemed to have something slowly melting, fainting, like milk candy, a sweetness, a piece of warmth. Perhaps, he also had hers in his heart.
But...... The person who comes from the dry bone road should not have a heart, and anything about himself should not involve her.
Also, it shouldn't be emotional.
Three days later, Yun Huan personally came to him as usual.
He sat on a high platform in the courtyard, his head leaning against the stone wall, his right hand hanging down on his right knee, holding the wine jug. "Stop following me."
"But I've been following you since I was a kid." Yun Huan still said softly to him.
"You're not afraid, I'll kill you one day?" He took a sip of wine and turned his head. It seems to be expecting an answer, but afraid to answer.
Then he saw her smile.
"What's so terrible about death? This life is not bad enough. ”
A ripple opened in Feng Chen's pupils, and he was stunned and looked at her. Then despaired, he laughed sarcastically.
He turned his head to look at the moon in the sky. The brow furrows slightly, and the eyelashes are shining.
Oh, yes. Both were people who had survived the swamp, people who had thought about dying over and over again. However, they all survived in this world desolately.
"I know you've suffered a lot of grievances and hurt a lot over the years. The people who stay at Yunhu Peak, whether they have a good life or not, I know. Yun Huan stepped forward and shook Feng Chen's hand.
Fortunately, he did not break away this time, and he looked back at her, looking at his childhood playmate as before.
This glance is enough.
"Ah Chen, when all this is over, we will leave, leave this world, and go to the Spirit Mountain."
The moment the words fell, he was moved. Yes, he also wants to live a normal life, and he also wants to spend the rest of his life with the people he likes.
But now that you have fallen into hell, how to pluck the light.
Shame on creeping forward, but also confined to fate. How can an ant who is hiding in the darkness be worthy of accompanying the gods?
He laughed sarcastically.
Yun Huan didn't speak, she waited quietly for his answer as before. Then, she saw the tears on Feng Chen's face.
"Ah Chen...?" Yun Huan was stunned. She had never seen Feng Chen shed tears, and now just by looking at it, she was full of pain and worry.
Feng Chen quickly wiped away his tears, jumped from the high platform, and stood in front of Yun Huan. He wanted to speak, he wanted to dissuade the girl who was bent on him with coldness, but he only opened his mouth, and the harsh words were choked in his throat.
Before he could react, Yun Huan gently hugged him.
Instinctively want to break away, but also want to covet more of this moment of warmth. He could only be stunned, like a fool and let Yun Huan hold it.
"When I was a child, I said yes, no matter what, we will face it together."
“……”
"I only have you."
Feng Chen's eyelashes moved slightly, and he endured the bitterness in his heart, and his hands slowly and gently wrapped their arms around Yun Huan's back.
Maybe I liked her when I was young, but I never understood my intentions.
Love to the bone, but do not know.
He held her like a treasure.
Hugged tightly, afraid of hurting. The hug was loose, afraid of losing it.
Cautious, nervous. Like a dream, it was too beautiful to be true.
Later, they often met, often in the bamboo courtyard of Chang'an to promote knee-length conversation.
They had all been lost in each other's lives for too long, as if they were going to redeem all that had been lost and unaccompanied.
Like a half-life dream, the days of freedom in the past can't go back, they have lost a lot, they have been separated for a long time, but fortunately, this time, they can keep you around.
Whenever I think about it, I will have a wet red eye and a warm heart.
They were finally together.
On that most ordinary day.
"Let's get married." She took his hand and said. He was stunned, felt a momentary panic, his heart was surging, and he was suddenly helpless.
Seeing that there was no response, the girl asked carefully again. "Okay?"
He looked into her eyes.
Four eyes facing each other.
Nature is good... How can it be bad? It's just that he is already a charmed ray, dirty, how can he stand with The Wind and Bright Moon.
He doesn't deserve it.
Those beautiful times in the past seemed to have been stolen by him.
The more comfortable the days are, the more panicked they become, afraid that this little joy will disperse at any moment. He would rather not have it than gain and lose it.
Even though people say that he is as cold as frost, his heart is like iron. But who remembers that stones will also blossom.
The strength in the girl's hands was slightly greater, and he felt the fine sweat in her palms.
He looked into her eyes and said softly.
"Okay."
Hearing him answer, Yun Smiled happily. Then she hugged him.
"Say yes! No remorse?! ”
"Say yes, don't regret it."
"The dowry is not prepared, and when I was a child, I gave it to your family along with that marriage contract." The pear swirl was shallow and warm, and she seemed to have never been so happy.
three
The days go by. Yun Huan often counted the wedding date with his fingers, and whenever he thought about it, his heart was sweet.
"When it's all over, we'll get married, live in seclusion, and don't ask about the world..."
Yun Huan often sketched their names on the paper with a stroke of his heart. Every word that was repeated made her full of joy.
He agreed, the marriage letter, and let her have an inscription.
Gently putting aside the pen, Yun Huan looked at the neat handwriting and smiled softly.
"How's it going?" She turned her head to look at the wind that was grinding ink next to her.
"Looks good." He dotingly rubbed the hair on the back of her neck. "Our Yun Huan characters are so beautiful from childhood to adulthood."
Leaves drift by outside the window, and the faint fragrance of begonia flowers soaks into the yard with the wind. Yun Huan looked up at him and smiled.
It seems that everything has returned to the quiet and good years. It seems that the teenager in that year will not leave again.
It wasn't until two months later that Yun Huan discovered the secret. The plan that made Feng Chen sleepless all night recently.
"The people's hearts are in place, everything is ready. On the fifteenth day of the next month, a banquet will be held outside the Imperial Palace in Chang'an City. At the feast, preparations were made for the assassination. ”
She overheard Feng Chen's men send a message.
She only felt a bang in her head, and her eyes were blank. Panic and fear almost engulfed her.
assassinate...... If all the people in the palace are killed, then he will not be able to live.
He hid it from her.
See, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. People say that the dancers of the Qiushui Building have not danced for a long time, and will they appear once at the Mid-Autumn Festival feast.
"Hmm." Yun Huan replied lightly to the maid who had come to ask questions.
"Yes. On August 15th, there will be another dance. Her voice was still gentle, but it was pale, and she could not hear any emotion.
Sitting in front of the window, flicking the falling flowers, Yun Huan looked at the begonia tree outside the attic, her eyes were not hurried, but empty and unfocused.
The lights are falling and the lights are bright. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole Chang'an City is a bright light. Only Yun Huan was in tears, and tonight, she secretly made a decision, a decision that only she knew.
The beauty of the heavenly chakra is like a myth. The galaxy falls into the eye. She stood in front of the lights of the ten thousand houses, and lost her human world.
At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the guests were full.
The red shirt slowly fluttered with the xylophone song.
While dancing, Yun Huan thought a lot. She remembered the two little guesses of the past, and remembered the reunion of the young people.
They agreed that after the matter was over, they would go to the Lingshan Mountain to live in seclusion, be a cloth couple, and not ask about the world.
That spirit mountain, when I was young, I had been there, there was a small building, and Yun Huan named it Qingxin Pavilion.
The small pavilion is simply furnished, and on the table are several bunches of begonias, a stone, a pen, and a half-roll of ink paintings.
From the way to that hideaway place just for fun. They often played each other in the Qingxin Pavilion.
Every night, Yun Huan always likes to lean on Feng Chen's shoulders, and they look at the black clouds in the deep blue sky. Yun Huan had told him that Ah Niang told her that on every cloud, there was a wisp of soul.
Fourteen-year-old Feng Chen also laughed at her and said that this was Madame Shen's words to deceive the children.
At that time, she was still ignorant and simply did not ask for anything.
At that time, he was still warm as jade, and his clothes were not stained with dust.
Time trance, this passed, is many years.
During those days in Qingxin Pavilion, it was like there were several red dusts separated.
Can't go back. That time of flowers.
Applause.
The exquisite dance posture of Qiushui Building is really mesmerizing.
Yun Huan danced to the fullest, and her clothes were like clouds, revealing her unique face.
Soon, Feng Chen found it strange, Yun Huan's dance he knew, but he had never been so ecstatic, as if he wanted to cast a spell. But thinking that it was a change over the years, Feng Chen did not pay attention to it.
He's right. This is the trick that Chu Man taught her. Use dances and music to seduce the eyes and ears of sentient beings, and take advantage of this to make plans. But her sister Man did not expect that the method she taught would be used by Yun Huan here.
Every glass of wine on the table except For Feng Chen was secretly poisoned during the dance.
Dancing to the depths, Yun Huan watched them toast and drink. Smiled darkly.
One by one, they spat out black blood and fell. Someone immediately discovered the mystery. The prince's hand covered his abdomen, and the pain was severe, and he secretly stared at Maihime.
The prince's sword blade was sharp, and this dance was finally completed in chaos.
As soon as the dance fell, she must have shed tears.
Before she fell, in addition to her own blood in her eyes, she also saw that Feng Chen was almost stumbling towards her.
She fell into his arms, faintly heard him call her name, and vaguely saw his panicked and frightened look.
"Bold Maihime! How dare you murder the royal family! The guests at the table pulled out their swords with the last bit of strength and walked towards Yun Huan.
At this moment, a group of men dressed in black attacked the palace, pointing their swords one after another and forming a circle.
The ambushes around the outside of the hall were all the people of Qiushui Lou and Yunhu Peak. The plan has been planned for a long time, everything has been in place for a long time, how can the enemy be given a chance. In fact, this was a Feast of the Hongmen Arranged by Yun Hu.
Feng Chen knew, and Yun Huan also knew. It's just that Feng Chen doesn't know that this is her last dance in this world.
She had already arranged the bureau and apologized for him.
The last struggle before dawn. Since you are going to die, it is better to let me do it for you.
Growing up, you have guarded me, this time, change me.
The palace was in chaos, the prince was killed, and the emperor died of drunkenness. After all, their tyranny could not win the hearts and minds of the people.
Feng Chen completely ignored his surroundings, and he protected Yun Huan, who was bleeding profusely in his arms. The sword pierced deep into her abdomen.
Yun Huan felt Feng Chen's body tremble slightly, she saw Feng Chen crying, saw his trepidation and fear. She looked at her god like a gentle teenager she had once been.
The blood in her mouth flowed across her snow-white cheeks, and she was in pain, a sharp pain in her heart.
But she still smiled hard at him. The smile is sweet as a myth.
"Ah Chen... Sorry, that begonia... Yun Huan can't accompany you to see..."
The breath was small, as if it was about to be cut off at any moment.
"Yun Huan... Yun Huan, don't sleep! I'll take you away, and I'll heal you..."
The last tear fell from the end of his eyes, and Yun Huan slowly closed his eyes.
"Yun Huan? ...... Yun Huan!! ”
Feng Chen called her name with all his might, but he could no longer hear a response.
All around him were the sounds of swords clashing, but he couldn't seem to hear them. Feng Chen suddenly felt a headache, he looked up, and for a moment he felt that it was difficult to breathe.
His eyes were bloodshot red, his fingertips were deeply embedded in his palms, and blood dripped with the bones of his fists.
But it didn't seem to hurt any more.
He hugged her tightly, crying for the first time and screaming with exhaustion.
The sunset is late, and the sun is like blood. A tearing bird song streaked across the satin red clouds. It seems that it is to pay tribute to the undead.
Final Chapter
It was rumored in the jianghu that after the new emperor ascended the throne, Yun hu's eldest disciple Feng Chen killed countless people. Many scourges of the rivers and lakes died at his hands.
On the blood-stained sword, the ghost's face seemed to smile. Under the familiar sword technique, there were piles of white bones.
Blood shadow knife light, strange clouds. But so what?
She couldn't come back either.
He used the jade flute in his hand as a sharp weapon and killed one person after another. Then, drop it from a high place. The white jade was broken into pieces. The red tassels were messy.
The flute was given to him by her as a child.
He looked coldly at the broken jade on the ground.
At the end of the dance, naturally there is no need for a flute to play.
He still lived the days of the lone ghost as before. As the year passed, spring came again.
I remember that it was also such a spring and March, and his god smiled and asked himself if he would marry her.
The begonias of that tree opened again, but there was no one there anymore, and they rushed to the bottom of the tree and pointed to the slight reddish color and told him to see.
He looked at the flower silently. I didn't think it was so plain.
Not good-looking.
He thought, bowing his head.
What is beautiful is never the tree that blooms, it is the situation that can never go back.
It turns out that two hearts are the same, and they will not stay with each other. He laughed sarcastically and burst into tears.
That red coat, can no longer be seen.
Late at night, he sat on the old tree as usual, holding the two strands of green silk intertwined in his hand, and he only felt very cold.
"In the end, I didn't protect you."
He rested his head against the rough trunk of the tree, and the moonlight reflected the handsome face. The cold night wind blew the ink-colored robes to the hunting sound.
It's just that she's gone. The light that returned to his eyes also disappeared.
He looked up at the eerily black sky and saw the black clouds moving fast.
In a trance, a familiar voice sounded in my head.
"On every cloud, there is a wisp of soul."
His eyelashes fluttered slightly. Sorrow in the heart. The corners of the eyes gradually became red, and the eye sockets couldn't help but get wet.
He opened his mouth, only to feel that his voice was so hoarse and desolate
"On the clouds... Will there be your undead? ”
A year later, late autumn, dusk.
The residents around Lingshan said that there was a prince in the bamboo building, and the dusty plain clothes were like wisps of smoke. People say that he is gentle and humble, like a spring breeze, and is like a person with a clear wind and a bright moon.
On the first day of his arrival, he inscribed the inscription on the attic- Qingxin Pavilion.
A humble gentleman, humble and self-shepherding, such as cutting like a discussion, such as grinding, warm as jade.
People generally say that the cleanest juvenile appearance in the world is nothing more than this.
In the fireworks of the world, a man dressed in ink and plain clothes is busy making pastries in the kitchen, looking clumsy but careful.
His snow-white cheeks were stained with a little dust, but he still bent down and carefully adjusted the tea cake filling.
As if in this way, it will be able to compensate for everything owed.
As if that way, the man would be able to come back.
Until dusk, the tea cake was finally ready, but it was not as delicate and small as before. He took the tea cake and placed it in front of the tombstone next to the courtyard.
"I did it, I made it myself, it's not very good-looking, but it tastes good." Once upon a time you said you were going to teach me..."
The leaves are falling, and the dream is awake.
Before he finished speaking, he choked up.
Half a lifetime, half a warm scroll, all because of me, fragmented.
Autumn is slightly cool, and the wind blows in gusts of wind. Blowing the tombstone, and the thin figure next to the tomb.
Over the years, I have slowly changed back to the former me, I have slowly returned to my former life, I listen to you, I no longer think about hatred, I no longer think about the dust and fire of the world... You see, in fact, I am not unforgivable, I can still do it again.
It's just you, why don't you stay with me all the time?
In the begonia courtyard, under the blood-colored sunset.
Time changed color and slipped away. Feng Chen constantly reminded himself that it was not red dust, and he had to let go of his obsession. But those dusty memories are still coming like a storm and snow in every late night in the past few years.
All these years, he has never let go.
He looked faintly around the courtyard, closed his eyes, and sighed. I just feel that the yang and yin in this world are all so unexpected.
The end of the eye was hot and wet, and when he opened his eyes, he was hazy.
The great disciples of Yun Hu, who did not have tears in the world's population, eventually lost sleep at night and wet their eyes with tears.
This paradise that the old days longed for did not soothe even a little bit of the heart that was full of sores.
A human world, too cold.
Spring is old, and people are gone. He stood in the blood-colored sunset, draped in the sunset on his shoulders, and slowly returned.
"End"
Text/Public number: Liuxian Guofeng Xiaozhu
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