He knew him for the first time.

It is from the mouth of a girl, the girl's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the country is fragrant. No, or rather, she's a peach blossom demon.

He called her sister.

At that time, he didn't know how to transform into shape, and often turned into a fish to play around, and Peach Blossom Creek was the place where he often swam.

My sister loves to dance very much, and often transforms into an adult, walks out of the tree, and dances in a red dress by the stream under the tree.

She also often holds a pen and sketches on paper.

Obviously, with a wave of her hand, she can conjure up countless pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, but she is careful and very frugal in using the pile of paper that is not thick. And every word and every painting in her pen has been carefully and carefully collected.

And her pen often mentions that the person she often paints is Yan Li. She would often tell their stories to the stream: every encounter, every acquaintance.

She is very gentle, when she sits down, the corners of her clothes will be soaked in water, and her long black hair will also be soaked in water, and she will deliberately bite her hair, and then she will smile very gently, and use her fingertips to make a splash, and the water droplets will bounce to her forehead. I will gently swirl with the water waves, and the water waves will linger in a circle. She smiled softly, and the sparkle in her eyes was moving.

Scarlet felt that those stories were as beautiful as paintings, and the brilliance in Sister Yao's eyes was even brighter than the brightest pearl she had ever seen. I have also seen Yan Li's own, amazingly talented, like a shocking Hong, I just think they are more compatible than the talented and beautiful women written in the book, as long as they stand together, it makes people feel beautiful.

The life span of a demon is too long, and the emotion is even weaker, and there may not even be love in a lifetime, but if there is love, it will be unswerving until death. At that time, he didn't understand their love, but she liked them, liked such a world, and they made him linger.

But for some reason, my sister's smile is getting less and less, and even dancing is getting less and less, and she will lose her mind when she dances often, and she will cry unconsciously when she faces the stream.

He doesn't understand.

Do demons also cry?

Mother's relatives often say that mermaids cry into tears, and mother's beads are glowing with gold, only one, which is very beautiful, but he doesn't like the breath. He had never cried, and he didn't know what color he was, and a manly man couldn't cry.

The mother also touched his head: "It's a good thing not to cry, my mother hopes that you won't cry." ”

That day, he sneaked into the stream as usual, and his sister wore a red dress with a slight green silk. The body is light, dancing under the blooming peach blossom tree, which is incredibly beautiful.

And Yan Li, dressed in a white shirt and green robe, staggered over.

The green silk was gone, and it turned out to be light. Yan left him to shave, he didn't understand what shaving meant, but this bald head was really not good-looking.

Sister Xu saw Yan Li, the corners of her lips raised a smile, the tenderness in her eyes seemed to overflow, the dancing posture was even more intense, the red dress was like fire, as if she was going to burn herself, the peach blossoms were extremely beautiful, it was amazing and shocking that she had never seen, as well as heart palpitations.

As soon as the dance stopped, she approached Yan Li step by step, and she kept smiling, as if she had no other expression except for laughing. Her lips opened and closed, and she couldn't hear what she was saying, but Yan Li's expression became more and more frightened, he stretched out his hand in a panic, but she turned into countless peach blossoms and dissipated the moment he was about to touch it!

He watched it all in astonishment, he didn't know what love was, but he knew that it was the sad death of the dead, the empty, the barren, the living in vain, like his own departed grandmother.

Yan Li's grief was silent, he just stood there, sluggish, like a child who had lost everything, yes, like a child, a child who didn't know love.

He didn't understand why it became like this, he didn't understand those partings that were too beautiful and cruel, so he stubbornly thought that he was responsible for her, and Yan was responsible for Taoyao, and he was stubborn and hated his thin affection.

Flick your tail and turn around, and go for twenty years.

Later, he could transform into a shape, swam to the stream, and became attached to the Seven Delusions.

He set foot in the Void Temple, came to find the seven delusions, and saw him in his courtyard, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, without sorrow or joy, like a Buddha statue.

And the dead tree, standing in the middle of the yard, withered, did not match the surrounding vegetation, and looked stiff and ridiculous.

No sorrow, no joy, no desire, no mercy. If it is truly ruthless, why keep what is dead?

Why bother, the people of Iraq have passed away, and the sorrow is in vain.

She hated him, but she pitied him.

The word love is too cruel to him.

When you don't know love, you are negative, and when you know love, you are separated.

It's a sigh at all.

It's ridiculous to think about it, what position do you have to blame, whether you hate or pity, your own love can't be understood, let alone their love.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom and defeated, turning inch by inch into smoke and dust.

The dead tree was nowhere to be found.

Scarlet turned to leave.

She is not Taoyao, she is not a dumping face, and Qiyu will not be Yan Li.

So what neither of them saw was the place where the dead tree was originally located, and a young bud broke through the ground, verdant and dripping, which was very gratifying.

He's dreaming.

I even dreamed of a little girl.

After she suddenly appeared and disappeared four years ago, they waited in the apartment for a long time to believe that she really wouldn't show up again, but even so, the four of them would return to the apartment once a year to get together.

"The little girl has grown up. He sighed softly, and took pity on her emaciation, "It's just a little thinner." ”

"There's still some meat that's cuter. ”

He reached out to rub the little girl's hair.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang You's misty eyes instantly sobered up, and his eyes were cold.

Her voice was cold and distant, looking at him like she was looking at a stranger.

"I am—"

I'm your ice cube brother.

Xi Qi found that he couldn't speak, and even his body was not under his control.

Jiang Youyan's expression was very strange, she didn't miss the surprise in his eyes when she woke up and the hurt after hearing her words, but this was the weirdest thing, how could this person look at her with such crooked eyes.

Fortunately, in the blink of an eye, the person in front of him returned to his usual appearance of a kaolin flower on the outside, but it was actually black on the inside.

"What's wrong with Madame?" he asked.

Madame, what ma'am! Xi Qi was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth.

Jiang Youyan glanced at him, then shook his head and said coldly, "It's okay." ”

Then he got up from the bed and naturally straightened his clothes, and then lifted the hem of his skirt to step over him.

He directly grabbed Jiang Youyan's wrist.

Jiang Youyan frowned and looked at the hand.

"Madame's hair is in a mess. He chuckled, then raised his hand to pin a strand of hair from the corner of Jiang You's sideburns behind his ear.

Jiang Youyan didn't avoid his movements, just looked at his eyes that were always smiling, and frowned again.

Then I got off the house.

Outside the door, the maids waiting for orders rushed in.

After serving Jiang Yourou to the screen, he changed his clothes, cleaned his face and rinsed his mouth, and dressed up.

And during this period, he always watched Jiang Youyan's every move with a shallow smile and admired a work of art, without a trace of impatience.

Jiang Yourou glanced at the maid's reddish cheeks, and then glanced at the man who woke up strange today.

The man smiled at her.

Jiang Youyan retracted her gaze, lifted her skirt and walked out of the door.

The carved gate closes in front of the eyes, blocking out the light from the outside.

The man who originally had a light smile said in a voice like ice slag: "Why are you back again?"

What? Xi Qi, who also had an ice-like face, said suspiciously.

"Didn't you say that it was the last time you appeared!" the man asked, followed by a very disdainful mockery, "Why do you regret it?"

"Routing," Xi Qi didn't know why he was able to control this body again, and why he spoke in such a tone.

But the man immediately interrupted him, and his cold voice was dissatisfied with his title, "That's the king's wife." ”