Who is not living in a dream.

Who doesn't want to live in a dream.

Touching the fish looked at her gently, not knowing where she was.

Of course he was willing to groom her.

She's getting pretty.

I rejoice because your eyebrows, your lips, your scattered strands of hair, fall gently in my eyes.

What is the most happy thing in the world, you are in front of you, I look at you quietly.

The distant mountains, the lake, and the breeze are all beautiful.

It's all in your face.

He didn't know what to say, he didn't need to say anything.

Because she chuckled, because she was playful, she occasionally turned her head to look at him.

So, even if I'm silent, that's for the best.

She said, "Don't look at me like that again, I'm going to hate you." ”

Touching the fish chuckled, he still obeyed his heart.

She said, "Do you like the water? ”

Touching the fish said: "Don't talk about the lake, I just want to say how much I like you." ”

She said, "What's so good about me? You say you like me." ”

touched the fish and said: "My Fair Lady, the gentleman is good, this is very natural." ”

She said, "But my appearance will grow old one day, and you will still have such a burning heart?"

Touching the fish felt that her mood didn't seem to be too good.

But if we are meeting again, why should we not be happy?

He wanted to hold her in his arms, like the wind kissing the earth, even the wind had no words.

At this moment, the warmth is pervasive after all, the morning light, the breeze blows the lake, everything is the best time.

Simple happiness is so intoxicating.

In the leisure after dinner, it seems that a cup of tea is always needed to accompany you.

She looks at the swimming fish, and he looks at her.

When the swimming fish gather and when they separate.

Does being together make them happy? and is it reluctant to be separated?

In this huge lake, are all the fish in pairs?

If they are suddenly separated, they will not be able to find each other at a long distance, similar swimming fish.

Fish in the water, never want to be still for a moment, is it looking for a figure that was once familiar but may not be familiar now?

So she said, "Perhaps, one day I will leave you".

He said, "Then I must be in a hurry." ”

She said, "So, will you hate me for it?"

He said, "Of course I hate, because you make me invisible to you." ”

She said, "Will you be sad and cry too?"

He said, "Why not? What's wrong with tears, especially because of you." ”

She turned her head suddenly: "But, there will always be one of us who leaves first." ”

He said, "yes, one of us will always leave first, but so what?"

He said, "Human beings are born lonely, and since I have gained it, why should I care about losing it?"

She said, "You have the courage to live, whether it is because the monks understand the will of God. ”

"Providence?" he laughed, so contemptuous.

He said, "What is providence, I just have courage in love." ”

When the sun shines obliquely, it dyes the horizon red.

The red is very gorgeous, but who can be sure that it is not sadness?

"The day is going to be over again," she said. ”

He smiled: "That's it, the happy times of life are always too short, day after day, and the best years pass away." ”

She said, "But you still have a smile on your lips." ”

He said, "Why don't you laugh, have you by my side." ”

She said, "I'm not good, I bring you too little joy." ”

He said, "As long as it's happy, you don't know, I'm the one who is most afraid of crying." ”

The sun was shining, and in the pavilion, they were leaving.

He stood up, and his reflection could be seen.

It was too clear, dressed in white, his back was still straight, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

But his countenance was old, and the silver light of his white hair shone all the time.

But he was still smiling.

He just took every step of the way seriously, he still had to hold her hand and look at her appearance gently.

He pulled something out of his bosom, a black stone.

At this moment, the darkness is even more dazzling, as if it can capture people's hearts.

He handed her the black stone and said, "I hope it will be useful to you." ”

She said, "Why don't you attack me, don't you have a little bit of hatred?"

He said, "Of course I hate, but I love more than hate." ”

She said, "Don't you want to know who I am, and can you really face life and death calmly?"

He said, "I am still me, life is me, and death is me." Since he was defeated, it is a lot to say anything. ”

She said, "You have too much affection in you, so you can't see through me." ”

He looked at her gently: "But I see that you are still beautiful." ”

Just because she doesn't cry doesn't mean there isn't sadness in her eyes.

I can't understand all the emotions, but in the end I'm still unwilling.

Why am I not reconciled: the sacred object of my own clan, the black stone, is in my hands, why do I care so much about his life and death? Is it just because he is calm about death, and he is reluctant in front of life? Is it just that?

She said, "Don't go. ”

And he also stopped, what was wrong with taking another look at her beautiful face?

She took off the light veil that shrouded her.

And he saw that there was a rusty broken sword stuck in her chest.

At this time, she is no longer light, and the pain on her face is no longer concealed in the slightest.

He didn't think much about it, or he didn't have to think about it.

He said, "Who hurt you like this?"

And she said: "Thank you for still caring about me, but with your black stone, my life is already safe." ”

Touching the fish said: "Since your Dao method is so powerful, I can't see the slightest trace of your spell casting and you have been trapped, I really can't imagine how many people in this world can hurt you." ”

She said: "There are too many capable people in this world, maybe now it's time for the situation to change, the mandate of heaven cannot be violated after all, all I can do is to burn my life and exude my own brilliance." But please also remember his name, the person who hurt me is called Hua Rongying, I admire him so much. ”

Hua Langying? Touching the fish seems to have heard of this name, and it must be from Xin Chang's mouth, Hua Langying? What kind of amazing person is that?

She straightened up slowly, and said, "Thank you, we'll meet again." ”

And he looked at her back and said, "When will we meet next?"

She laughed, but she didn't answer after all.

She said, "You should go quickly, or you will not survive tomorrow." ”

The black stone came to life in her hands, and the black was not to be looked at. Even with her is dazzling.

And after the extreme black, the transformation to white is only a moment.

She couldn't see it anymore, leaving behind the white tidbits in the sky, which were the same as the willow tidbits, and the wind just blew and dissipated between heaven and earth, as if everything was still empty, leaving only the fish, leaving his memory.