The three O six times love are so hard

The two of them were happy to talk here, but they didn't know that there was a person lying on the back of the flower bed, and they heard their words word for word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It turned out that when everyone was playing separately, Ouyang Xiaoxiao thought about Cen Mengjiao's attitude towards Long Jing, and was annoyed and uneasy, so she walked around sullenly and came to the flower bed, originally wanted to sit down, but then simply lay down to recuperate, so when Bingshuang and Xia Bei walked over there and sat down, they didn't find anyone here.

And Ouyang Xiaoxiao heard someone talking on the side of the flower bed, and was about to get up to avoid it, but she was afraid that the other party would hear it, so she had to stay where she was.

When he heard Bingshuang say that Xia Bei liked him, his heart couldn't help but move, recalling that since he met Xia Bei, this girl really didn't seem to make him feel excited. However, after listening to her just now, how she grew up in a warm and harmonious family, how she endured emotional torment, walked alone on the rivers and lakes, and thought of her care for her sister, I realized that she also longed for someone to be considerate and taken care of in her heart, and unconsciously felt a burst of pity and distress for her.

Long Jing and Frost wanted to leave, Cen Mengjiao of course did everything possible to keep it, and Xia Bei also wanted Frost to stay. However, Long Jing was afraid that Mo Ai and others would worry, so he still took his leave.

It was late at night.

Xia Bei couldn't sleep, her mind was turning over and over again thinking about Kangle, thinking about Tang Jun, thinking about Frost Daytime, and thinking about Ouyang Xiaoxiao.

Ever since she had known their brother and sister, she had thought of him almost every night, his coldness, his arrogance, his indifference, everything about him that pierced her heart. She thought of Bingshuang's words again, it seems that she and Lu Gongzi are a very good pair, and they will never be separated again, so if Cen Mengjiao can't get Lu Longjing, will she want to marry Ouyang Xiaoxiao instead?

She thought carefully about Cen Mengjiao's attitude towards Ouyang Xiaoxiao, no! She breathed a sigh of relief, no! She was even more sure in her heart, the two of them would not come together.

Xia Bei thought wildly, strolling alone in the deserted garden.

A crescent moon in the sky shone brightly, illuminating everything in the garden: the light water, the lonely man!

"Alas!" she sighed, and threw herself on the railing, the moonlight reflected in the water, and in the shadows under the lotus leaves, the two mandarin ducks slept cross-necked.

She looked at it, only to feel the heat in her eyes, and a faint pain in her heart, and couldn't help but chant softly:

"Yesterday was like the flowing water,

Far away from me, you can't stay,

Today's chaos makes my heart worry.

Draw the knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing,

Raise a glass to pour sorrow and sorrow,

The breeze of the Ming Dynasty was like drifting.

Only newcomers laugh,

Who hears the old man crying,

The word love is so hard.

is to ask a clear,

Or pretend to be confused,

It is difficult to be content to know more and know less.

It seems that a mandarin duck butterfly should not be in the era,

But who can understand the sorrow of the world.

Flower world, mandarin duck butterfly,

In the world is already upside down,

Why bother to go to the sky,

It's better to sleep softly!"

"Good song, good song!" I heard one person clapping his hands and praise: "I didn't expect Miss Xia to have such a beautiful singing voice." ”

Xia Bei looked for prestige and saw a person coming out of the forest, it was Ouyang Xiaoxiao who she wanted to see but didn't want to see the most. She glared at him and turned to leave.

"What's the matter, Miss Xia is leaving?" Ouyang Xiaoxiao sneered: "You're going to leave as soon as I come, are you afraid of me?"

Xia Bei turned to look at him and said coldly: "Afraid of you, why should I be afraid of you?"

"Then why are you leaving?" Ouyang Xiaoxiao said, "Aren't you admiring the moon?" He looked up at the sky: "Such a beautiful moonlight can make up a very beautiful story." ”

"Really?" Xia Bei's voice became colder: "It's a pity that I can't make up stories." ”

"I can tell stories," Ouyang Xiaoxiao said, "Do you listen?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he began to narrate: "In a deep mountain in the desert far, far away, there lives a monster. One day, a beautiful fairy passed by in the mountains, and when she saw that the monster was ugly and dirty, she felt compassion and said, 'I will help you.' So, the fairy took the spring water for the monster to wash his face, wash his hair and bathe, and changed new clothes for him, and the monster changed its appearance, and became clean and beautiful, but the monster is always a monster, although it is clean, although it is beautiful, he still has the nature of a monster, and he takes advantage of the fairy's inattention and eats the fairy. ”

She glanced sideways at him, and the moonlight was shining obliquely on his face, making him look very distinct: he had a face with a deep outline, like a carver's first blank, which had not yet been finely polished. It was an angular face with very pronounced lines, thick and thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and a hard chin...... His eyes were quite sharp, almost vicious...... It's like the monster that eats the fairy.

Her brow furrowed slightly, no! no! he wasn't like that!" You lie!" she said softly, slowly, softly, "Youkai don't eat fairies." ”

"You don't believe me?" he looked back into her eyes, his gloomy eyes shone with flames, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly, "I know you don't believe it, but I tell you, you'd better believe it, because I'm a youkai who ran out of that hellish place." ”

"Really?" she looked back at him as well, her eyes clear and beautiful, and her voice crisp and soft, "Then let me tell you, I'm also a female youkai who ran away from a ghost place." ”

"I don't know where you're from," he frowned slightly, thinking of the conversation he had heard between her and the white girl during the day, and his heart trembled involuntarily, and he turned his eyes away from looking at her.

He said, "But I know that although there is a faint sorrow in your eyes, your eyes are clear and pure, and you have smooth and delicate skin, and you have a kind and enthusiastic heart...... Miss Xia, a girl with so many virtues doesn't come from a 'ghost place'!"

"You may be right," she nodded, and the straightforward problem came out again: "It depends on our definition of the word 'ghost place', right? Have you ever known yourself? Ouyang Xiaoxiao,"

She looked at him and felt a surge of courage, staring at his face, and she gushed: "Do you know that you are not pretty? You are just a hell of an attractive person! Do you know that your eyes are very fierce and vicious? Because you have to use this look to hide your kindness and vulnerability! Do you know that you are fierce, domineering, cold and gloomy? Because you have to use these to hide your passion! Do you know that you are hypocritical? Because you dare not face your true self! Do you know how empty and lonely you are? Because ......"