The two of them walked out of the woods and came to a small stream, where they washed and put on their makeup.

Yang Xianmao washed the blood and dirt on his clothes there, the clear stream was cold and cold, and the blood drippeds on the water, scattered, and finally disappeared without a trace. After Yang Xianmao washed off the stains, he tidied up his clothes, and when he was tidying up the hem, he found that his clothes had traces of being torn.

Yang Xianmao stared at the gap, thought for a long time, and looked up at Ye Piaopiao, who was washing his face on the side.

Ye Piaopiao held some water in his hand, applied it to his face, and gently patted both sides of his face with both hands, moistening his skin. The wind blew slightly, the stream rippled, and Ye Piao's hair was also blown up, she stretched out her slender fingers, which were as white as snow, and gently pulled the messy hair between her ears behind her ears.

Ye Piaopiao got up and looked at Yang Xianmao, but found that he was staring at himself in a daze, no matter how cold a person is, he can't stand the gaze of the opposite sex has been wandering on him, and he doesn't know how long that person has been staring, so he hurriedly looked away, and was so ashamed that he bowed his head gently, and his slightly shyness may make many people fascinated.

Seeing her like this, Yang Xianmao had to admit that her heart was boiling at that moment, and her appetite was also colorful, and she had a unique temperament in her falling charm, which was fresh and intoxicating. Although he was fascinated by its beauty, his reason never left, and Yang Xianmao saw that the other party was like this, and he was no longer able to stare at others, so he rubbed his nose embarrassedly, picked up a few small stones, and threw them into the stream one by one. The stones skim the water, splash, ripple, sink to the bottom, and slowly return to calm.

Ye Piaopiao secretly raised his head and glanced at Yang Xianmao, and found that he had looked away, so he took a deep breath, calmed his mood, stepped forward, hesitated for a long time, and asked, "You, what are your plans next?"

Yang Xianmao already knew that she was behind him, but he didn't turn around, because he didn't know how to face her, in the face of all these illusions, after she asked, he was also very confused, and after thinking for a while, he said leisurely: "I can't find my way back." ”

"Go back, where are you going back?" Ye Piaopiao never knew where he came from.

"Go back to the place where I really am, at least not here. Yang Xianmao looked into the distance, feeling that he was really a little nostalgic for this place, in love with this moment.

"I don't understand. Ye Piaopiao paused for a long time before he spoke, after speaking, like Yang Xianmao, looking at the road in the distance, he finally let go of his pride and asked tentatively: "If, I mean if, if you can't go back, are you willing to come with me?"

When Yang Xianmao heard this, he looked at her, and from her eyes, he didn't see a trace of joking. If I really can't go back, maybe I want to, but not now. Therefore, Yang Xianmao moved his lips, but finally refused, "I'm sorry." ”

When Ye Piaopiao heard such an answer, how could she not understand, there seemed to be something depressed in her heart, sullen, and uncomfortable, but she was used to hiding her emotions, so she still pulled out a smile far-fetchedly, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "I'll just talk about it, I'm still more used to one person, multiple people, maybe I will be uncomfortable." ”

Yang Xianmao didn't go to see her, because if she looked at her more, she would indulge in this illusion for a while longer, and she would lose herself even more.

"Well, I'll go. Ye Piaopiao was afraid that if he stayed here for a while, he would pour out all his sadness, and here, it would only embarrass the two of them, so it was better to leave early.

"Okay!" Yang Xianmao never looked back at her, just turned his back to her and spit out a "good" word. When Ye Piaopiao walked away, he turned around and watched her back go farther and farther away until he couldn't see it anymore.

It's time for all of this to come to an end.

Yang Xianmao closed his eyes, not allowing himself to think about everything just now, to forget, forget all this, only in this way can he go back there. Yang Xianmao forced herself to forget those scenes, her gentleness, her sadness, her everything, and her brain slowly regained its tranquility.

Suddenly, a feeling of dizziness hit, Yang Xianmao suddenly felt dizzy and tinnitus, and his eyes were black, and he fainted.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining, the surroundings were very silent, the light fell straight down, shooting on Yang Xianmao's body, it was very warm, and after a long time, it began to feel hot. Yang Xianmao stretched out in a daze, and the moment he opened his eyes, he quickly closed them again, it was really dazzling, and it was white. So he stretched out his hand to block it, slowly opened his eyes, and when he was used to the light, he removed his hand and looked at the dazzling sun and the blue and white sky.

Turning his head sideways, he looked to the side, it was the valley, and he was back at the bottom. No, perhaps, I never left, it was just a dream, a dream in the mirror, the moon in the water, after waking up, it didn't exist. To be honest, that dream is so real, so beautiful, I can't help but fall into it, if it weren't for the cracks in the clothes on my body to alert me, I'm afraid that I will be intoxicated with it for the rest of my life. The illusion was born from the heart, is this really the case? Do you really have a bad idea for her? Yang Xianmao couldn't help but ask herself in her heart. However, the first task now is to get out of the valley where you are almost suffocating.

"In this way, is it considered to be passed?" Yang Xianmao got up and shouted to the sky at the bottom of the valley, he knew that the mysterious person must be nearby, monitoring his every move.

"Click-" Another door opened, and inside was a wide passage, for which someone had already lit the lamp, so that by the flickering fire, the end of the road could be faintly seen, and it was the exit, a white patch of light. 、

Yang Xianmao did not have a trace of concern and vigilance, and walked in with enlarged steps, and suddenly walked to the exit and walked out.

When not out of the hole, you have asked the burst of fragrant osmanthus, refreshing people's hearts, after walking out of the hole, what comes into view is not osmanthus, but a maple forest that is red, like a fire, the wind blows, there is a feeling that the flame is fluttering, the autumn wind is curling, the fallen leaves are flying, it is close to people's vision, it makes people feel amazing.

Walking along the path, I almost passed through the maple forest, and still did not see the osmanthus tree, but the fragrance of osmanthus was getting stronger and stronger. After walking through the maple forest, there is a dwarf hibiscus tree, the hibiscus blossoms are pink, with a slight lilac tinge, and the stamens in the middle are darker and more gradual. Hibiscus flowers also have a taste, but the taste is very light, not as fragrant as osmanthus, and the flower smell is completely covered, so you can't smell it if you don't get close to it. This sea of flowers is very dreamy and beautiful, and people should be drunk in it. Further along, the fragrance of osmanthus is more intense, probably, the osmanthus forest is a little ahead.

I don't know why, Yang Xianmao inadvertently quickened his pace, walked forward, sure enough, it was the osmanthus forest, the small osmanthus grew on the branches, hidden between the leaves, the flowers were white and yellow, and the fragrance was exuding for a while. Yang Xianmao took a deep breath through his nose, "Well, it's so fragrant!"

There seemed to be a very light murmuring sound of flowing water, Yang Xianmao held his breath and listened carefully, it was the sound of flowing water. Yang Xianmao followed the sound of flowing water, the sound was clearer, and before he got closer, he looked up and saw that it was a waterfall, a small waterfall.

Hurriedly stepped forward, and suddenly stopped, there was a person standing there, with his back to him, his yellow hair scattered and hanging down his back, wearing a plain white robe, looking like a man of the world.

"It's you. Yang Xianmao blurted out in slight surprise, this figure is very familiar to him.

The man turned around, and the moment he turned around, he met Yang Xianmao's sharp eyes, Yang Xianmao was slightly surprised when he saw the true face of the man, and he didn't expect that his opponent was actually a yellow-haired old man who looked more than fifty years old, but soon, the surprise in his eyes disappeared, and he returned to sharp eyes, and his face was not shocked.

If the eyes can kill, I'm afraid I don't know how many times I've died. This kind of look, the yellow-haired old man has seen a lot, but he really hasn't seen it for a long time, the old man doesn't mind this, but misses it more and more, laughs, and says, "Boy, do you want to chop the old man?"

Yang Xianmao's face did not change, he still did not smile, he just stared at his eyes fiercely, and at the same time looked at him with his residual vision. Two long beards and white eyebrows, the jaw beard is drooping, and they can reach the lower part of the neck, the two of them are swaying in the wind, and their eyes are almost narrowed into a line because of the smile, with that plain white, like a person who cultivates immortals and cultivates the Tao, with a kind and kind face, why did he do such a thing and almost die here?" What about her?" This tone was so cold that it could freeze to death, Yang Xianmao was most concerned about Ye Piaopiao's situation now.

"Who is she?" the yellow-haired old man pretended to be confused, and when he saw that Yang Xianmao's expression was a little colder, he pretended to remember, pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and said, "Oh—you mean your beloved girl?"

"As I said, she's my friend, please be respectful. Yang Xianmao was slightly angry.

"Oh, why doesn't the old man respect her, besides, if she is not the person on the tip of your heart, why are you so nervous about her, and inquire about her whereabouts as soon as you come up?" The yellow-haired old man turned a corner and threw all the questions to Yang Xianmao, while he played with the beard on his chin with one hand while watching Yang Xianmao's facial expression.

Am I nervous about her? As a friend, it's okay to be nervous. Forget it, let him say it, what's the point of arguing about this, the most important thing at the moment is to know her whereabouts. "I'll ask again, where is she?" Yang Xianmao asked again, his tone even colder.

Although Yang Xianmao's expression just now didn't change much, his eyes couldn't deceive people, and the changes back and forth fell into the eyes of the yellow-haired old man. The yellow-haired old man said in his heart: But he is old, and he can't understand the thoughts of young people, and he obviously does this, but he has to admit it. The yellow-haired old man suddenly pretended to be sad and lowered his head, but when his head drooped, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "She, dead." ”

"What?" Yang Xianmao's reaction was fierce, and he shouted out such a sentence in disbelief, and then his heart hurt, his fists clenched, and his eyes were bloodshot, "It's you, you killed it, right? I want to avenge her." With that, he raised his fist and rushed forward.