Shangguan Qianyu's heart was very blocked and empty, but he didn't want to cry. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He raised his head to drink, the wine of bamboo leaves was sweet, not as mellow as truffle snow, but it was also a good wine, but at this moment in his mouth, like truffle snow, there was only a bitter taste.

He said expressionlessly: "Why is this king crying? Why is this king sad? This king is not sad at all, he just met and came to make a sacrifice." ”

Xuyun scratched his bald head and said: "It turns out that you don't want to cry! That's a monk, I misunderstood, in fact, people die when they die, people can't be resurrected after death, the old people don't die, and the new people are difficult to come, you die a former lady who has been divorced, and you can marry ten or eight new wives, earn, very profitable!"

Shangguan Qianyu kicked it away, kicked it on his buttocks, and said coldly: "Get out!"

Monk Xuyun was defenseless, he kicked him three times, jumped up from the ground, touched his farts and said: "Even if you say that you are in the sore spot, you can't take the monk out of anger." ”

Shangguan Qianyu glared angrily.

Xuyun waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'm too talkative to be a monk." I'll stop talking about it, okay?"

Shangguan Qianyu glanced at him and said, "Why are you everywhere?"

Xuyun scratched his head again, came to him and sat down again, pointed to the tombstone, and said: "Isn't it the first seven, I feel that Yan Qingrui's girl is not loved by anyone, and she must be alone here to watch the moon, so I will accompany her to enjoy the moon." I didn't expect you to be here, and I didn't expect there to be truffle snow, it's just a little less!"

Shangguan Qianyu took a big sip of wine, threw the wine jar to him, and said, "Admire the moon?

Xuyun took a sip and handed it back, but his young and handsome face was full of cunning, and said: "There is no one with wine, and the soul is gone!"

Shangguan Qianyu drank and ignored him.

Xuyun patted the tombstone, as if talking to himself and as if to say, and said:

"The flowers are full of spring,

I don't know how to fold!

Turned into cold rain,

Destroyed by the delicate flowers.

Flower Xie Hua Injury,

Hurt the lover and feel sorry for himself.

What about self-pity?

The branches are scattered!

Why did you get into trouble?

The lonely grave is empty to the moon.

The moon is cold and unfeeling,

The grave is lonely and untouched.

Sincerely protect the flower branches,

When will the new stamen bloom?

has been injured and exhausted,

Can the new stamen still bloom?"

Shangguan Qianyu said coldly: "What do you mean?" What kind of flower branches? What is it that can be broken and not broken? Does it mean that he failed to cherish the living well, but it is difficult to hurt his heart in front of the grave of the dead? Does it mean that Yan Qingrui is lonely because of him, and the tomb is lonely and unpitied?

If you want to change on weekdays, you have to fight with this monk, annoying him to hide his head and tail when he talks. But at this moment, Shangguan Qianyu was cold, and he was not even in the mood to quarrel with him, just raised his head and drank.

After Xuyun finished reading the broken words in his mouth, he stood up, and did not greet Shangguan Qianyu, his figure swept up, in the night, like a big bird, it had disappeared into the night in an instant.

Shangguan Qianyu was drinking, but the more he drank, the more sober he became.

Monk Xuyun came and went, and he didn't care. When there is good wine, the void cloud will appear, and today, he should also come for the wine.

The lonely grave was silent, there was no one in the quiet night, Shangguan Qianyu sat in front of the grave, he had nothing to say to Yan Qingrui, but he didn't want to leave in his heart, so he kept sitting until he drank a jar of bamboo leaves.

Under the night, he was dressed in a dark robe as if hidden in the night, with only a pair of eyes, revealing endless sadness and bitterness.