Night moonlit night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moon is white tonight, but today's moonlight really can't be understood as soft white.

Kyauk-jeopard, as bright as ever.

Clean as ever.

But it's different.

There are differences, but no one can tell the difference, and the mind is restless and annoying.

Is it cold?

Anyone will tell you that today's moon is not only cold, it is a little cold, it is a little cold, and today's moon is a little miserable.

The moon is miserable.

This bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth is pale, this pale is miserable in the cold, making people shudder, quiet, quiet and quiet.

No bug sound.

More voiceless.

Everything was like they were afraid of something, they were holding their breath, they were afraid to make a sound, they didn't dare to make a sound.

In the dark night, either in the depths, people fall asleep, or when it is cold, people fall asleep, it is because they are afraid, and people hide themselves in the land of sleep early.

But hidden?

The night is cold, and the night suddenly comes to dreams.

Thousands of miles of frost field, tonight is a bright moon night, tonight is also a snowy night, the sky is bright and the moon is shining, but the people in it are indeed shivering from the cold, shivering in the wind and snow.

In the blink of an eye, the earth turned pale.

Inside, the earth is wrapped in a manuscript.

People, people, people.

In the continuous wind and snow, the shadow of the dream is gloomy, there are many people, they are looking at it, those who are familiar with the Moon Country, those who are very kind to themselves, suddenly returning to their hometown in the night, they stand in front of the door of their own house, watching,

Look.

"Hehe~~!"

The people who returned to their hometowns in the wind and snow laughed, and he smiled when he saw his relatives leaning on the door, and he went home with a smile, and they greeted the wanderer home with a smile.

"I'm back. ”

Outside the window, the wind and snow did not stop, and it was cold to the bone, and it was completely cold.

The house is happy, warm to the bottom of the heart, warm thoroughly.

"Hehe~~!"

People laughed, the old man, the infatuated woman, the timid child, they were all laughing, looking at the familiar face in front of him with a smile, he went home.

Leaning on the door is not empty.

After looking forward to it for so long, worrying about it for so long, he finally went home.

"Hehe~~!"

How can you not be happy, how can you not be happy and cry.

Tears.

They wept, tears slowly slid down their smiling faces, and the old man, the old man, raised his trembling palms to his son's face, and he wanted to pick up the tears on his face for the returning wanderer.

"I'm back, I'm not afraid. ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Under the blue moon, the heaven and earth are painted with sketches, the cold wind is wrapped in thousands of miles, and the windows are whirring non-stop, so scary, so scary, people wake up in their dreams.

"Ah~~!"

Where did it start.

I don't know.

Instantly, instantly, in front of the door of every house under the blue moon, old people, old women, women, children, they all stood in the cold wind and shivered.

Cold.

Ask the sky, what cold is better than sending black hair white?

Cold.

Ask the earth, what else is more cold than a broken heart?

Cold.

Ask the heavens and the earth, the gods and Buddhas in the sky, what is more cold than the immature yellow beard and not seeing the father return to the mountain?

Door.

In front of the moon sprinkled on the door, the manuscript is clothed, the heaven and the earth are clothed in the manuscript, and from then on the door becomes empty, from now on the child does not return, from now on the door becomes a stone, the husband does not return, from then on the door tears are destroyed, and the father does not return.

"I'm leaving. ”

"I'm not coming back. ”

The son does not return, the husband does not return, and the father does not return.

"Woo~~!"

Bang.

How can it be that there is only one voice, the same voice for thousands of miles, the same heaven and earth, up and down the moon country, crying endlessly, they can't stop crying, they can't stop crying.

The night is gone.

The sky will be bright.

It's dawn.

But everyone wails endlessly, but they have to live, they have to live to live, they have to continue to live, slowly, they pass by the high platform that once slayed demons and eliminated demons, they passed by.

They didn't laugh anymore.

And now, the hero who made their blood boil knelt on that stage, he lowered his head, he bowed his head, he lay on his stage and didn't dare to move, he cried.

Tears were packed.

Pretended to be messy.

The brilliance of the 'hero' is not there, the 'hero' falls at the feet of the people, like a villain, a resentful villain in the eyes of many people, many people, many irrational people want to rush up and trample the hero under their feet.

"Hehe~~"

Sneering, the sneering man smiled and said: "Aren't you a hero, your spear and sword, your roar, your city, your backbone, to protect your family and country, we need your protection." ”

"Ah~~!"

People are crazy, and madmen are accusing.

"My son is going home, you said, didn't you promise that if you want to take it away from me, how can you return it to me, come back, come back, you will return my son to me. ”

Lose your marbles.

Dilapidated white sand.

Crazy everywhere.

In the city, the emperor of the Moon Country, Chu Xin watched the people of the Moon Country walk into the white sand step by step, and there were tears in her heart, but her face was strong and unstained.

She didn't cry.

She hadn't cried in a long time.

Seeing the thousands of miles of white sand, the people are slow, and the heart is sighing: 'Father, mother, what should I do with my heart, what should I do now?'

The father is not there, the mother is resting, they can't do it.

Reminiscing about others, there are naturally others in remembrance: "Hanning has kept you waiting for a long time, and my heart is coming." ’

The heart is sad,

The heart is broken.

Chu Xin looked at the slow long dragon that disappeared into the white sand, and said in a deep voice: "It's me Chu Xin who is responsible for you, and it is the Moon Country that is responsible for you." ”

People disappear.

Yingdu was empty, only the emperor was there, Chu Xin roared in a deep voice: "Send an order to Shoufu for me, tell her to keep Yishui for ten days." ”

Keeping it for 10 days?

This was Chu Xin's confirmation, and she continued: "Tell her that this is my order. ”

Holy Decree?

If it is not enough, it seems to refute, Chu Xin said: "Tell her that the people of the Moon Country need ten days." ”

People are thousands of miles away.

Sparkling, people look at it, people look at it, they don't know why they are crying, people don't know that they are crying when they look at it, do you think?

Do you miss that place?

The five thieves decided, the homesickness was decided, and the place chose to leave by itself, this is a kind of abandonment, it was he who abandoned it, why do you think about it now.

Is homesickness broken?

I am a duckweed drifter from another side, and it is like a dream, but this time I can't muster the courage to go back, this time I really don't dare.

Those who dare not weep.

"First~~!"

Someone, someone, it's Han Xian who doesn't know when the reflection of the two people appears on the surface of the water, it may have just arrived, or it may have been here for a long time, but Rong Ruo can't bear to disturb it.

"Hehe~~. ”

Looking back, he chuckled and whispered, "I'm fine." ”

Of course, people who don't know why crying will say I'm okay because they don't know what to say.

"Hehe~~!"

Empathetic, maybe for a long time, she smiled and sat down beside her, looking at the water, rippling and sparkling, and said softly: "It must be beautiful there." ”

Ask where.

Where is it called the beauty.

Home.

Of course, it is very beautiful, try to ask which person's hometown is not beautiful, and all the wanderers there must be fascinated, but more often it is really unattainable, and the heart does not dare.

"Beauty~~!"

Han Xian said lightly.

Again.

"It's beautiful, the sun is beautiful in the morning, it's warm when the sun shines on people's faces, it's so beautiful where the mist rises quietly in the sun, I like the wet smell there, I like the mountain breeze blowing quietly, I like the cottage there, I really like it there. ”

I like it.

There?

There.

Today there is fog, today there is wind, today the air here is still wet, the mountain wind here is always quiet, the hut here is always so quiet, but all this beautiful silence can not hide the gloom of today's sky, today the sun is absent, today is a little cold.

It's not a beautiful color here today.

Sketches.

It's the same as the deep lock of the mountain, and it's actually the color of the sketch here, people are worried, people are dressed in white, and they are slowly moving forward in the dim cuteness.

It's so abrupt.

The color on their bodies is so cold.

The human face is colder, the line is slow, everyone has tears on their faces, they cry, everyone cries, the mountain wind quietly writes mourning, and the fog is heavy and sad.

Mountains break ground.

The old man is old.

A new grave was added to the mountain, and the old man was alive.

Cottage Hall.

This locked in the cold, this isolated cold place, there were a lot of people standing, this time everyone was there, all of them were familiar faces.

They gathered.

Plain manuscript clothes, the young man came out, and said in a deep voice: "Uncles, in recent days, there have been too many walls, and the price is cheap, and our treasures are cheaper than anything else." ”

The price is cheap, can you understand, this undoubtedly shows that the survival path of the clansmen is also narrow.

Listen.

All the people were listening to the people who had come back from the mountain.

The young man said: "I want to go into the mountains, the outside world has become deeper and deeper, I see a lot of people hiding, I want to go into the mountains, there is a way to live in the mountains, there must be a way to live in the mountains." ”

The young man was deep and strong.

"Whew~!"

Spit out chills.

Someone wanted to speak, he didn't have any doubts, he just wanted to say the bitterness in his heart, and said: "Is it useful to hide in, hiding in is not to come out, once my father took us to hide in, but we still have to work hard to open the way out, and our children still have to be sent outside." ”

Child?

Child?

How many tears.

How many choked and low sobs, people were saying: "Has anyone ever come back, I don't know what my son looks like, I don't know if my son is alive or dead, he should be dead." ”

There are many things that they want to be sure, although it is already a fact with the passage of time, but they still don't want to be sure, save a hope, and owe a little less.

The words of a middle-aged man.

The words that come out of a middle-aged man's mouth are more heartbreaking.

The woman, she said, "My son has returned." ”

Silence.

Someone has come back, but everyone thinks that the person who came back is like a dream, a drunken night, when he first wakes up, what about others, has he come back?

What he left behind is a stark testament to his return.

But this is like the mercy of heaven, it is heaven that thinks that the longing of this place is too hard, so it sprinkles kindness, and he comes back.

It's more of a scam.

This group of old men is just lying to themselves.

"Uncles, let's go into the mountain, I don't believe it, such a big mountain can't accommodate us, there must be a way to live in it, we can't find a way to live in such a big mountain? I don't believe that we will still come out, this time we go deep, this time we will not come out. ”

Stand.

When the household stands.

Stand for the household.

The sparkling sun under the tree, the mountain wind swayed lightly, the leaves shook for a minute, the leaves drifted for a point, fell, the people here are gone, the familiar breath here is quiet, the tree moves gently, shakes to do farewell, shakes the leaves fall.

Piece by piece.

Pieces of flying flowers.

The houses were fogged, the walls collapsed, and the courtyards were broken.

Pieces of flying flowers, pieces of burnt yellow, people go to the leaves are also yellow.

It's beautiful, it used to be really beautiful, and now it's still full of mountains and mountains, and it's still surrounded by green water, and it's still beautiful.

It's just that this beauty is strange.

"Hehe~~!"

People laugh.

"Ruo'er, if we don't go there, we won't come out. ”