Five-three days and earth are leisurely and affectionate, and it is home

The sea is dry and rotten, and the earth is rotten

Fifth, twenty, five, you are the wind, I am the sand

The ten-day deadline given to Ji Youyang by the old nun of Oroling had long since passed, but there was still no news of frost, and she walked around the world like a heavenly maiden, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This night, Long Jing rushed out of the inn alone with a piano.

After a while, he came to a forest on the shore of Daming Lake, which was close to the lake, and the moonlight shone on the water, shining a little silver, and those trees were dyed with a layer of silver, as if covered with a layer of illusory color, as if covered with a layer of fog-like light veil. Everything here is like a painting, Long Jing had discovered the tranquility and beauty of this place two days earlier, but he didn't expect it to look even more beautiful at night! He put the piano by the lake, looked at the lake, pondered, and for a long time, he just stood like this. 2014.11.11.

He let out a long sigh and said softly, in a low voice, "Frost, Frost, you know what, you have been away from me for fifty-two days," he frowned, and the tips of his eyebrows showed a deep, pained look, "You are avoiding me?

His voice made people sound so sad, so desolate, so sad, "I know, you are doing this for me, you refuse to let me be wronged, you refuse to embarrass me too much, you refuse to make me lose face, but I can't live without you! You know? ”

He covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from crying, and it took a while for him to let the most uncontrollable emotion in his heart pass, stabilize a little, but still sob: "Shuang'er, please come back! I know your current mood, you have suffered a lot of grievances, and you have suffered a lot of torture, your mood must be terrible." Then please come back to me and let me comfort and warmth you. Frost, really, trust me, you will find that my arms are warm and my arms are safe. Frost, Frost, Did you hear me?"

"Fifty-two days! Do you know?" said Frost," his face was distorted by pain, and his voice was painful and mournful, "Fifty-two days! I counted day by day, night by night, but I could not tell how much I missed you? I miss you, how many days I worry about you, how many nights I am haunted by dreams, you make me so reluctant!

He raised his head and shouted loudly to the sky: "Frost, Frost, Frost, come back, you come back, Frost, come back!" He let the tears run out wildly, rushing on his cheeks, he didn't even want to wipe it, thinking about Frost, he couldn't help but cry on the ground, "Frost, do you know? I can only vent in this dead of night, I can only cry in this place where there is no one." Frost, where the hell are you? Come back! I need you, I really need you! Come back! Frost! Come back! Frost! Frost!"

He sat on the ground, put his head in his hands, buried himself in his arched knees, bit his lip, and said in a voice that was almost desperate and painful: "Shuang'er, you left me like this, leaving me alone, what do you let me do? I know that you are hiding from me and refusing to see me. Oh, don't do that, Frost, don't leave me, okay?"

He sighed lightly and said, "Shuang'er, what you once said: 'I only hope to be with you, no matter how many difficulties there are, we will be together, no matter how many problems and difficulties we have in front of us, we will face danger together, and even death will face it together'. Shuang'er, you said this, I remember every word clearly, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life, have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? Shuang'er, Shuang'er, you shouldn't have left me like this!"

"I must find you," he raised his head and shouted to the sky, "Frost, I must find you! No matter where you are? No matter how long it takes, I will find you! I must find you! You are at the end of the world, I will pursue the end of the world; you are at the cape, I will pursue the cape, and I will never give up in this life and this life! I will always look for you and wait for you, for one year, two years, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, in this life and this life. In the next life and the next, I will continue to search until I find you, until you appear in front of my eyes, until you return to me, until you lean into my arms!"

After a long time, he suddenly stood up, took the piano beside him, sat cross-legged on the ground, put the piano on his lap, and gently plucked the strings with both hands, and strings of beautiful music flew out of his fingertips. Softly, gently, he whispered in an affectionate tone: "Frost, I'll play the piano for you." I want you to hear my piano, wherever you are, I want you to hear the call of my heart, then, please come back to me. Frost, come back, okay, okay, Frost!" he plucked the strings, and after a burst of rhythm, sang softly, softly, lowly, slowly:

"You are the wind, I am the sand,

Lingering around the world!

Life is like a dream, there is wine today, and there is drunk today,

When the wine is a song, the butterfly flies.

Don't be nostalgic for wealth and glory anymore are fake,

Lingering, you are the wind, I am the sand.

You are the wind, I am the sand,

Lingering around the world!

A thousand words of blessing can't be kept,

Where do you know the vast sea of people?

Wandering the world from now on side by side to see Caixia,

Lingering, you are the wind, I am the sand.

You are the wind, I am the sand,

Lingering around the world!

A little bit of the past clouds and smoke of the past,

Heaven and earth are long, and staying together is home.

Morning and twilight do not seem to walk all over the red dust road,

Lingering, you are the wind, I am the sand.

You are the wind, I am the sand,

Lingering around the world!"

Long Jing sang with his heart, and he seemed to see the smiling and well-dressed figure of Frost in front of him, and every bit of the past flashed in front of him. He was so focused that he didn't notice that in the shadows of the dense leaves in the woods behind him, a figure in black was leaning behind a tree, standing with him for a long time, and at this time, the figure could no longer hold on, turned around and quietly leaped away.