At this time, in the Mo family of Beiyun City.

A woman, alone, sitting on a swing gently rippling, Lin Feiyang has been disappearing for two months.

A sad cheek, with the laughter left by childhood, is joy, and more is greed, greedy for the bright smile you left in the past, greedy for the shadow of the company you left in the past.

I dreamed of meeting you again, but the reality made me desolate alone, and now you carry our precious memories, and your whereabouts are unknown!

took out a cyan bamboo flute in his right hand, and traced back to the time, that year, that month, and that time:

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

The little girl's grandfather didn't allow her to go out, so he took the opportunity to sneak out.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

By the lake, under the willows, the little boy practiced the bamboo flute, the flute rippled in the air, jumping into the sea of notes, and the beautiful melody spread in the ears, high, low, leisurely, passionate.

The little girl silently built a swing with wicker, swaying in the air with the wind, the wicker accompanied her with a willow skirt, the beautiful melody flew with the willow skirt, and a strand of long hair fluttered......

"Hey, my name is Jiang Yun, the rhyme of Song Yun, what's your name. The little girl spoke to the little boy and said:

"My name is Lin Feiyang, Zhang Fei's Fei, Ouyang's Yang" The little boy said mischievously:

"That...... It is...... That one...... Today...... It's my birthday...... Can you or not...... Stay with me...... Play for a while......" Xiao Jiang Yun showed a strange expression and said:

"You don't have any friends to celebrate your birthday with?" Lin Feiyang thought to himself, looking for someone to play, as for being so nervous, he said suspiciously:

"In the family, I hate the guests invited by my grandfather on my birthday, and I have to greet them one by one, and my peers call me Miss Jiang, and they don't dare to play with me, I sneaked out. Little Jiang Yun said with a bored expression:

Lin Feiyang looked at the boat in the lake, waved his sleeve at the boat old man with his right hand, and when the boat reached the shore, Lin Feiyang took out his pocket and gave out a yuan coin.

Standing at the stern of the boat independently, he said to Jiang Yun: "Miss Jiang, please get on the boat, I will take you to enjoy a different kind of fun." ”

"Let me tell you a story. "The two of them got into the boat and were already in the lake and forest. Lin Feiyang said:

The god of the sea and the god of the river were once two brothers, both of whom were given life by the earth, and they had the same mother, Kuafu!

A long, long time ago, Kuafu fell in love with the sun princess, so he used his huge body to follow the footsteps of the sun, running every day, constantly shouting, and swearing his life's promises, but later, Kuafu began to be hungry and thirsty, and began to exhaust, but still persisted.

The ruthlessness and indifference of the sun princess caused Kuafu's hunger and thirst and exhaustion to death, and Kuafu's corpse has evolved over countless years and has its own will to reproduce mountains, rivers, and seas.

Xiaohai thinks that it should be strong, because the ruthlessness of the sun princess killed Kuafu, and wants to avenge Kuafu.

Xiaohe and Shanchuan thought that this was the wish of Kua's father, and they should not blame the sun princess.

Xiaohe and Xiaohai each seek strange ways, and as time drags on, they grow naturally.

Xiaohai became stronger, and his body spread throughout the world, but his heart was full of darkness, rejecting the Sun Clan, and he couldn't tolerate a glimmer of light in his heart, being strong was the criterion, and the sea water was gradually becoming salty.

Xiaohe believes that it should be in harmony with all things and nourish all things. Together.

With the passage of time, the river has become in harmony with all things, crystal clear, with pale green ribbons, different bright red, warm breezes, green, tranquil, sweet.

"Do you mean that because of this, the river has become sweet and clear?" Jiang Yun stared at Lin Feiyang curiously, and said:

"You are so beautiful, beautiful as a lyric poem, beautiful acquaintance, it is the river god who uses the beautiful river water to send the beautiful you to my side, so it will become sweet. Lin Feiyang also smiled, this was memorized by him in a book, of course, it was impossible to say it, and said:

Jiang Yun's face was slightly red, and he felt an inexplicable sense of fear, and he didn't dare to look directly at Lin Feiyang.

Reeds of the same height appeared on both sides of the riverbank, Lin Feiyang took out the bamboo flute, and a horizontal flute flew in the twilight, and the melodious flute teased the red clouds in the sky, making it want to escape quickly, and the scattered flute danced the reeds on both banks.

"The most beautiful moment is the sunset is about to disappear, and what is coming at that moment is the company that belongs to me, like a huge lotus, angry in the west of the sky, for the final curtain call, please look forward to it. Lin Feiyang said seriously:

Jiang Yun's face flushed again, and he lowered his head, without making a pit.

At this time, the sunset is smeared with a layer of orange, and the night in the distance is approaching.

The shape of the sunset began to change in a variety of colors, and the beautiful sunset was reflected in the river like a rainbow, and the mist on the water surface spread out as if connected to the sky. The breeze blew through Lin Feiyang's jade belt and sleeves, robbed the sound of the flute, with tenderness, the reeds and grass in the water bent down and made a sound, eroded by the residual light, and the sky seemed to be on fire.

Jiang Yungang lowered his head, looked at the reflection in the water, and was suddenly excited and excited, and now he had a little expectation.

The remnant sun was slowly shrouded in darkness, and the color became darker and darker, and the charming girl stood up, dragging the scarf and the jade belt to the wind, swinging and dancing with the wind.

This dazzling afterglow is difficult for even a superb painter to depict.

As the sun sets, the sunset fades, the sun fades its bright brilliance, leaving the earth with a dark red sorrow.

The little girl blooms with a smile like a flower, as beautiful as a flower, as charming as a flower.

Lin Feiyang came to Jiang Yun's side, held the bamboo flute tightly in his hand, slowly raised it, stretched out his palm and said: "I don't have a sweet cake, I don't have a colorful wine, I don't have a rich gift, but I want to offer my blessings, please accept this bamboo flute, without my days to have it with you, this is the most sincere blessing in the world, happy birthday." ”

At night, the cicadas are poignant.

Jiang Yun has been by the lake, under the willows, without eating or drinking for two months, just quietly rippling on the swing. The moonlight swallows up the darkness of the earth, but it can't erase my thoughts of you. Starlight adorns the beauty of the blue sky, but it can't drive away the loneliness in my heart.

At this time, the east wind blowing has lost its previous comfort, leaving only desolation.

In the silence of the night, there is always a trace of sadness.

The person who once played the flute here is still missing.

Your brightness, your smile, the companionship you said, is not there.

Tears gently slipped down from the cheeks, not the same sorrow, not the same sorrow.

After a while, her throat began to tremble, and she began to whimper again.

Close your eyes, think you can deceive yourself, shed tears......

Once again, trying to hide the pain with his hands, the occasional sobs turned into a constant low cry.

She took out the wine she had never touched and began to drink bitterly.

May the sun always be there.

May hope coexist.

Sunny days are bright and immaculate.

The rain is poetic.

The early morning is full of flowers.

The night is a solitary dismantling of wishes.

A pure mood of joy begins with the smell of wine.

Half-stupid, half-stupid, half-crazy.

Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

The dark old road appeared in front of him, and the five-fingered oath became a blank swearing.

Look at the old swing, like a hedgehog dead and huddled into a ball.

Forcibly suppresses tearing tears......

(Happy Halloween, everyone, the funeral master is here, overwhelm the crowd, please don't be naughty, otherwise you will summon evil spirits to sleep with you in the middle of the night, play together in your dreams, and the rhythm of jumping is also up to you to guess, according to the direction of the novel, Lin Feiyang is going to fight monsters in the funeral coffin)