The crescent moon on the horizon is as thin as paper, and sometimes there are a few traces of mist drifting by, between the hazy and hazy, making the moonlight in the northwest seem colder and colder.

There were fewer pedestrians in the city, and the empty streets were filled with the occasional wind and a few barking dogs. A few dots of dusk dotted it, but it failed to dispel the darkness, but instead became more and more depressing.

Inside the house, the moonlight poured in like water, staining everything in layers. The woman knelt on the couch, looking up at the half-quarter moon stupidly, motionless for a long time, like a sculpture. His eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, how could he have encouraged the maid in the pavilion before?

This is often the case in the world, which is easier said than done. Her words are of course encouraging, but why aren't they encouraging herself?

But when the emotions retreated, sitting alone in the empty room, facing the bleak moonlight, the desperate and desperate mood could no longer be suppressed, and the tumbling surge rose up, instantly annihilating her.

Where is the road ahead? Where is the hope? Or is there hope? No, not at all. At the moment, he was like the yellow leaf struggling on the treetops, but it was obvious that his time was running out.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, the leaves should fall. Then I don't know where it floated, silently rotting into mud. Just like his own fate, he will eventually be like that yellow leaf, unable to break free from the ravages of the wind, and completely wither, turn into ashes, and dissipate at a certain moment not far away......

The yellow leaf in front of me still hangs on itself at this moment, but one day when he dies, who will hang himself? Perhaps, no one will remember him at all. No matter how gorgeous it once was, it was just a passing moment.

After a long time, she seemed to sigh softly, and raised her hand to remove the face towel from her face. Under the cold moonlight, it suddenly bloomed like a flower, revealing a delicate face that should be happy and hateful. At this moment, it seemed that even the moonlight had dimmed, and he didn't dare to compete with this complexion.

Is it because of that beauty? No, if Yue'er had a spirit, she would definitely shake her head and deny it. Not only the beauty, but also the sadness and sadness carried in the beauty of this dark night.

Therefore, this month, this night, the flowers and trees in this garden, and everything in this house, seem to be impregnated with this sorrow, and the cocoon is gone, and it does not resemble the scene of the world.

"If you have a peerless appearance, who will have mercy? If you have all kinds of hearts, who will know? I just hope that in the next life, there will be no such posture, and there will be no more talents, but I just want to be ordinary, peace and joy......"

She gently rubbed her smooth and porcelain-like face, and her eyes were full of self-harm and self-pity, as if pleading, and muttering in a low voice.

There was a murmuring sound next to him, as if it was a convulsion in a dream, and the whispering was also full of panic and horror.

The woman's eyes paused, and when she turned her head to look, the sad look in her eyes was even stronger. Along with the sorrow, there is also deep regret and apology.

Poor Yu'er was so young, and she never enjoyed happiness with herself, but she was in fear all day long. Heavens, if you have a spirit, why don't you save the poor little girl, and the little girl will bear the consequences.

She slowly got down from the couch, walked to the girl's side, gently stroked the girl's crow hair, and closed her eyes slightly in prayer. Two lines of clear tears finally slipped down irrepressibly, and in the moonlight, it was like a pearl.

"Hmm...... Miss, why haven't you rested yet?" On the small bed, Yu'er was awakened by the coolness on her face, and when she looked up in a daze, she rubbed her eyes and wanted to get up.

"It's cold at night, beware of the cold. Don't get up, lie down. Miao Yun hurriedly turned her head to wipe away her tears, and then turned around and whispered softly. Easily pulled the thin quilt kicked to the side and carefully covered her.

Yu'er smiled sweetly, but then she seemed to remember something, and the smile on her face was instantly replaced by horror. hesitated, shook his head slightly, stretched out his hands to wrap around Miss's waist, buried his little head in the warm embrace and arched, and said softly: "Miss, I'm afraid." I can't sleep. ”

The girl murmured weakly, and her little body trembled uncontrollably. Miao Yun's heart shrank suddenly, as if she was suddenly grabbed by someone, and a strong regret came up.

Yu'er is only twelve years old, and she is still a child before she is even in her prime. Oh God, why, why are you so cruel? Is it true that heaven and earth are ruthless, and all things are used as dogs? But why is it that in this world, only the good suffer and the wicked are blessed? You, unjust!

She shouted in her heart, hugged Yu'er's petite body tightly with her backhand, gritted her teeth to hold back the strong emotions in her heart, and only gently patted the back of the girl in her arms and coaxed her.

The trembling gradually calmed down, and for a while she only felt peace and joy in her heart, and everything in her dream was gone. The two women hugged each other, quietly savoring each other's warmth. This only warmth is their last refuge against the dangers of the world.

In the silence, a faint voice suddenly sounded. faint and curling, as if crossing the cycle of reincarnation, ethereal from the nine heavens.

Yun'er was still intoxicated by the young lady's arms, but Miaoyun was stunned, turned her head to look out the window, and there was a moment of confusion in her eyes.

She is a master of music, and although the voice only sounded a few times, it also made her hear it instantly, it was the sound of the guitar.

Guitar, there seemed to be a bright smile in front of her eyes. The smiling face is always like that, and the smiling thief never seems to be passing by. But even the thief's evil smile can always give her a bright and warm feeling.

It was the owner of this smiling face, that amazing and brilliant teenager, who created this instrument called "guitar". It was that person who made her, who never lost to anyone in terms of pretensions, let go of the pride in her heart for the first time and willingly admit defeat and surrender.

Thinking of those past events, two blush suddenly drifted across her fair face, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at a corner of the room. There, lying quietly, a delicate wooden box. In the wooden box is the guitar that he drew and made himself and gave to him as a gift.

At that time, he was still in Wuqing City, he became famous as a young man, heroic, and there was an indescribable confidence all over his body, as if nothing in the world could stump him.

He is a talented man, with excellent poetry, lyrics, music, and endowment, as well as a painting skill that surpasses everyone's understanding, which makes countless people obsessed with him and cheer. Among them, there is her Miaoyun.

However, what made her most happy and intoxicated was his sincere treatment from the bottom of his heart.

When he looked at himself, although he also showed ** eyes from time to time, Miao Yun could feel that most of them were a kind of teasing, like a joke between acquaintances. Behind this kind of joke, it is as clear as water, pure as water, without a trace of profanity, without the slightest discrimination.

It seems that in his eyes, he has never taken his identity as a prostitute in Qinglou seriously. From the first time we met, I treated myself as equals.

He didn't just value his own appearance like others because he was a woman. Instead, in addition to appreciation, he recognizes his talent more.

He can talk to himself very relaxed, whether he is interested in the current situation, or he can sing and dance with two women and a child without any sham. It seems that the etiquette of the world has never been able to bind him.

He is sunny, straightforward, bold and uninhibited. He is full of indulgence in freedom, unfettered and unhindered.

He is like a magnet, deeply attracted to everything. Noble as the prince of the country, low as the guard of the courtyard, all gathered around him so naturally. It seems that by his side, it is like being separated from this world, and there is a unique space of his own, so that all the ranks and identities in this world are diluted and invisible.

He is so peculiar, even Miao Yun herself finds herself uncontrollably attracted to him. Then, step by step, unconsciously indulged in it, unwilling to extricate itself, unwilling to extricate itself......

However, do you have that qualification? Miao Yun thought of this, and suddenly smiled bitterly at herself. No, I don't have that qualification anymore. Since that incident, since I met the magic star of my fate, I can't help myself, and I don't have myself anymore.

Covered in sin and stained with dirt, such a self can only go to the eighteenth layer of hell after becoming dead, how can she be qualified to stand by his side? What's more, her heart has long been broken, no, she has no heart at all. After that heavy blow, there is no more.

So, in the end, she left. took advantage of the persecution of the prince of Wei State, and resolutely left. She didn't want to bother him, she didn't want him to be contaminated with the slightest filth because of herself.

I thought that that parting was goodbye, but I never imagined that not long ago, I was shocked to find that he had also arrived in the northwest and was still in great danger.

So, she didn't hesitate to make a move. Was it because of that uncontrollable heartbeat, or was it because of the peerless talent of the Gaidai? No, neither! At least not at all. Or because of the sincerity that is as clear as water, the warmth of confidants and friends.

He should be fine now, but she didn't leave until she saw him break through, she thought secretly. May you never be in danger again, and may your smile always be as clear as when you first saw you, and that your life will be safe and joyful. It's a pity that I will never see you again in this life, and I will never see you again.

She sighed softly and faintly, and simply sat down with Yu'er in her arms, just waiting quietly. She hadn't thought the guitar had anything to do with him, it was impossible. After all, this place is hundreds of miles away from Xingxian, and she later knew that he had become an official, and this time he was going to envoy to the royal court.

The reason why he is still looking forward to listening to the sound of the guitar again at this moment is just to love the house and Wu, and to comfort the extravagant thoughts buried deep in his heart.

The few sounds just now are obviously tuning, and the next step should be officially played. To be able to hear the rhythm of the guitar at this time, here, in this situation, and in this scene, it can be regarded as God's mercy on me.

Thinking like this, her heart unconsciously calmed down, and all the unwillingness and sorrow before seemed to fade away with the sudden sound of the guitar.

Sure enough, not long after, the faint sound of the piano started again, and she couldn't help but smile on her face. However, before the smile could fully bloom, it suddenly quickly turned stunned, and then it turned into shock, Huo stood up and said in a lost voice: "How is it possible?!"