Look at her face with a different color, blue and white, with an occasional touch of red, dotted in between.

Yunxiao was ruthless, his voice was soft, slowing down the cruel words that he was eager to scold her awake, and turned: "Still...... You just want peace of mind......"

With the advice of her friend, if the northwest wind in winter whistles by, tormenting the sensitive and fragile nerves of the moon, her headache is splitting, and the pain is a little more painful, she can't help but roar: "Enough!"

Instead, his eyes were full of gloom, and he turned his head away: "Don't say it again! This is the end of the matter! I have decided not to change it again!"

"Okay! I see!" Yunxiao's answer was very simple, but it was loud.

In front of the tombstone, Lin Zijin changed his past suit and leather shoes, but he was dressed in casual clothes, a black sense of water, a stand-up collar T-shirt plus turned-up colored jeans, and a little leopard sneakers, vowing to carry out the darkness to the end.

In front of him, he was holding a bouquet of red roses, delicate and fiery, if the sun of July and a half, bright and shining, a little dazzling. But it is extremely fresh, and the crystal dew on the petals is dripping clear, as if overwhelmed, and the surging is about to fall......

This man is very strange, the three women who sleep here are all inextricably cut and messed up to him, and when he comes to visit, he carries different flowers, does he naively think that they can still enjoy these flowers in the ground, they represent his very different intentions for them?

The white chrysanthemums of the summer blue, the white lilies of Mi Xiaoqi, and the red roses of the moon.

The moon privately prefers to believe her own guesses.

Maybe. For Lin Zijin, Xia Lan is more like his relatives than lovers, and he is meticulous and considerate of life. Respect for each other, difficult to part; Mi Xiaoqi is his simple and beautiful first love, pure and spotless, like a lotus flower blooming in June, the fragrance lingers in the heart, never dissipated; and the moon is more like his one/night/love/person, the gorgeous fragrance of a season of flowers. Only passing by Qianying, but it is a regret that cannot be captured, and a choke that can never be had.

Now. There is no time to let go of sentimentality.

Since, Yunxiao quietly followed Lin Zijin, and happened to witness Lin Zijin find traces of the tomb, then. It's time to entrust her to him with a piece of tissue paper. Handed over to Lin Zijin.

However, Yunxiao was like an old monk in a fixed place, squatting in place for a long time without moving, only burning smoke one after another, stretching his long arms from time to time, changing his feet to adjust the focus point, and observing Lin Zijin not far away with bright eyes, but he did not have the intention of stepping forward. Could it be .......

Perhaps, Yunxiao doesn't want to show up at this time. It is indeed very embarrassing, isn't it that there are no three hundred taels of silver here, which is tantamount to announcing to the other party that he is following him? Although Lin Zijin may not mind, as far as Yunxiao is concerned, it is not bright and fair. No, no!

In this way, Yunxiao will definitely find the right time to make another arrangement to meet Lin Zijin.

She waited and watched! What kind of reaction would Lin Zijin have when she held the letter in her hand? Joy or confusion, or disdain? She really wanted to see it with her own eyes. Whether it's boring or can't put it down, she doesn't deny it.

An inescapable fact that applies to all beings: often, reason repeatedly warns us that we should no longer be disturbed by the red dust, but many times, we are so uncontrollable that we can't control our hearts, can't control our feet, and go happily, not knowing what to expect and what to wait for?

Originally, the greenery was bursting, the sun was slightly strong, suddenly, the wind was blowing, it was actually a dashing rope, breaking the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the cemetery, the leaves were screaming, the shuttles were rattling, the birds were sad, and the girls were singing.

Standing for a long time, speechless, only sadness, clear in the chest, Lin Zijin only gently rubbed the smiling plain woman on the tombstone, as well as her clear name, the moon, how many times, he stared at the night sky with his head high, the bright moon was in the sky, like the elf who came and went without a trace, and walked in a hurry, and left for a long time, and never came back!

For a long time, when Lin Zijin finally straightened his chest in the silence, saluted silently, bowed, and left abruptly.

Seeing that Lin Zijin had gradually drifted away, in an instant, he had disappeared from his eyes, and the clouds had just strode out of the meteor, and when he went to the moon tomb, he picked up the bouquet of red roses and replaced them with the bouquets he brought, but it was a bunch of purple gurgling lavender, like flowing juice, which was very beautiful.

However, Yunxiao was holding the bouquet of red roses in his arms, but he was stunned, obviously not thinking about what to do?

Instead, he walked down a few stone steps and came to Mi Xiaoqi's tomb, Yunxiao put down the rose and turned to leave.

When going down the mountain, Yunxiao was preoccupied all the way, bowing his head and pondering, those past, those past, the woman who had sunset......

When he was about to reach the foot of the mountain, he was caught off guard, and a figure quickly rushed out of the dense grove, dressed in black, very strange, blocking the way to the clouds.

The black shadow was like a gust of wind, coming quickly, and when I looked at it, it was Lin Zijin who came.

Yunxiao, this is the rhythm that has been recognized and blocked!

Lin Zijin stood in front of the clouds, looked at the other party coldly, and asked, "Who are you?"

Yunxiao stopped, looked back expressionlessly, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Does it have anything to do with you?" turned around and wanted to take a detour to leave.

Lin Zijin stretched out his arm to stop him, persistently pursuing the answer: "Then why are you following me?"

Squinting at the other party, Yunxiao disdained this: "Joke! Which eye did you see me following you?"

"Then why did you replace the roses I placed in front of the Moon Tomb?"

Yunxiao sneered, huh...... Joked: "It seems that you are not hopelessly stupid! Did you already find me in front of the moon graveyard?

Lin Zijin was not fooled, and only clung to the questions he cared about: "What does you have to do with the moon?"

In fact, it was the thin, almost inaudible solitary smoke that attracted his attention.

Ha ha...... Yunxiao's unbridled laughter echoed in the empty cemetery, as if crazy, and sarcastically: "Aren't you her boyfriend, why, don't know anything about her?"

At this moment, Yunxiao easily poked Lin Zijin's sore spot, he forced himself to calm down, and swore to die: "So what? I respect the moon's choice." ”

"Then you will continue this respect! I will not accompany you!" After that, the clouds rose away, and without hesitation, as if the wind was under your feet, and disappeared in an instant.

Lin Zijin stood stunned, but he was powerless to refute, at this time, the other party insisted on refusing to speak, it was useless to say more, if he investigated in the future, he might be able to spy on some clues.

Thinking of this, Lin Zijin smoked a cigarette on the spot, paced between the ethereal inches, frowned, and thought deeply......

Then, leave. (To be continued.) )